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wasn’t careful, she was going to blow her job. Therefore, she did the first thing that popped into her head.
    She leaned in and put her hand on his forearm. “I’m only a girl who wanted to let loose for a change, play some pool, and have a couple of beers.”
    His brows lifted. “Yeah?”
    She sucked in her bottom lip and dropped her gaze to his chest. “Yeah,” she said on an exhale.
    “Lucky for you, I’d like to see you get loose and play some pool, and I don’t mind paying for a couple of beers either, so it looks like we’ve got a date, sweetheart.” He turned and finally faced her. His mouth softened and the tension in his eyes eased away.
    She melted, deciding she rather liked him looking at her. “Is that so?”
    “Yeah.” He inhaled deeply and appreciatively.
    Hypnotized by the deep seductiveness of his voice, she looked at her hand touching his forearm. Her thumb caressed a tattoo of a full-length woman, naked except for a sash around her hips, inked in green. She wondered how and why he’d want what was commonly known to the PD as a prison tattoo, instead of the colorful ink tats popular with the legit.
    Before she could ask him, Charlene’s laughter broke them apart as she placed food on the table. Tony moved over and laid a big wet kiss on Charlene’s cheek, leaving her giggling. He received a pinch on his ass in return.
    “I can always count on you to make sure I eat,” Tony said.
    Charlene patted Tony’s cheek. “I take care of my boys. I don’t want you losing any muscle, because then I’d miss out on all these nice male bodies who strut around my bar every Thursday night. Besides, you’ve ordered the same thing every week for the last ten years or more.”
    “You’re a doll.” Tony tipped Charlene’s chin. “And looking prettier every day.”
    “You’re a sexy player, Tony Weston.” Charlene shook her head as she walked away.
    Tony, still laughing from Charlene’s antics, removed Rocki’s pool stick from her hands and set it on the pool table. “Let’s take a break from the game and eat. Unless you want to forfeit…”
    “Never,” she said, sitting down and picking up her beer.
    She drank a few swallows, set the mug on the table, and lifted it in the air again to drink some more. On the job, she never drank. However, to get through tonight, she’d need enough courage for what she needed to do.
    The academy taught her how to investigate, how to interview, and how to play the calm nonjudgmental observer. They even drilled into her head that while undercover she had to do whatever needed to be done to fit in and save her position. There would be times when her moral beliefs and normal, legal behavior would be compromised in the name of bringing justice and peace to the community. She pressed her thighs together, catching the quiver between her legs. Tony tempted her to break her no-sex-for-sex’s-sake law.
    Casual relationships had no place at the police department, which made dating difficult. With her work schedule it wasn’t easy to find time to indulge in flirting and building a relationship.
    Now Darrell expected her to go home with a man, pretend to be interested in him, and God only knew what else. She swallowed her insecurities. Tonight would test her skills as an undercover detective. She was way out of her comfort zone, letting Tony believe she’d do anything he asked.
    The plan she’d formulated in her head five minutes before walking in the door only worked if she pretended to drink too much. What she lacked was how she was supposed to concentrate on her job, Darrell’s orders, and the sexual attraction she felt toward Tony.
    She had faith that once she left with someone, she could act out enough to claim she’d had too much alcohol and sleep on the couch with her jeans firmly zipped. A solid plan would buy her time to outsmart whichever guy asked her to go home with him, and it looked like Tony was the winner.
    Then she could slip away early in the