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clit with someone just outside the stall. No matter how hard she tried to be quiet, she’d almost certainly moan a little when she came—she had a habit of doing that. She didn't want someone banging on the stall door, wondering if she was okay.
    She quickly used the facilities, then went outside to wash her hands and freshen her make-up. To say her cheeks were a little flushed was an understatement. She was just putting on some powder when the other stall opened and the woman she’d heard earlier stepped out to wash her hands.
    “Hi,” the woman said.
    Laci smiled politely as she took out her lip gloss. 
    The woman dried her hands on a paper towel. “I couldn't help but notice the two cops who came in with you. Are you with them?”
    Was that her way of asking if Laci was in their custody or something? “Yeah. We just stopped for lunch.”
    The woman laughed and shook her head. “No. I mean, are you with them?”
    The emphasis on the word with could only men one thing—she was in the presence of a real-life badge bunny. Or maybe a wannabe. A feeling of possessiveness suddenly came over Laci.
    She lifted her chin. “Yes, I'm with them.”
    “Both of them?”
    Okay, that caught Laci off guard. Mostly because she hadn't given that aspect of the group dynamic any thought. Of course, she'd been thinking of what it would be like to have sex with Jase and Grant, but the idea of both of them together? It hadn't even entered her mind.
    The woman eyed her curiously, as if she was wondering if there were going to be any leftovers for her.
    The same possessiveness Laci felt earlier took over again. “Yes, both of them.”
    The words came out more firmly than she’d intended. Laci cringed inwardly. It’d be her luck she’d violated some badge-bunny code and the woman would go ape-crap on her for being greedy.
    But the woman only smiled. “You go, girl!”
    Giving Laci a wink, the woman tossed her used paper towel in the trash, then turned and walked out.
    Laci looked at the her reflection in the mirror above the sinks and saw that she was smiling. What the heck was that about? The fact that another woman thought she was getting it from two hot cops, or that she was actually entertaining such a thought?
    She still didn't have an answer to that question when she left the restroom and walked back to the booth. Grant was scanning the menu. Jase was nowhere to be seen. She slipped in the opposite side of the booth from Grant and picked up her menu. It looked like pretty standard diner fare. She was about to ask Grant for a recommendation when Jase slid into the seat beside her. The booth wasn't the largest to begin with, and with one hunky cop next to her and the other sitting opposite her, it felt even smaller. Not that she was complaining. She rather liked the way Jase's muscular thigh pressed against hers while Grant positioned one of his legs carefully between hers. It was like being in the middle of a delectable cop sandwich. Which of course got her thinking about having sex with both men—at the same time.
    And yeah, that made reading the menu difficult beyond belief. When the waitress showed up to ask what they wanted, she forced her gaze back to menu and picked the first thing she saw.
    “A turkey sandwich on whole wheat, please. No mayo.”
    The woman scribbled on her pad, then looked at the two men. “The usual?”
    The usual turned out to be typical guy food—burgers and fries. Which, Laci had to admit, looked delicious. If she knew both men better she would have asked for a bite. Or at least pilfered a fry off their plates. If she did, would they consider it a crime and slap cuffs on her? She could only hope.
    While they ate, Laci did a much better job of keeping focused. Or tried to at least. But it was tough. Having two guys this attractive packed so close to her was distracting as hell. She was hormoning like a teenager. As the men chatted about their chosen profession, she had to keep reminding herself to