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foyer, she locked the door and climbed the stairs to her room. It was going to be a long, fuck-free night.
    Lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling fan for two hours. She wasn't going to get any rest, and she'd be useless in the morning. Granted, she'd lied about the training, but she did have a manual to turn in next week and had planned on doing the final edits on it the next day.
    The measly fictional account of what-ifs she put in those training manuals was her way of making a profit off her writing. Even though she couldn't write her novels for a living, she was able to make some money concocting these training scenarios for the police department. Not only did she use her personal experience in compiling the manual, but she put much field and interview research into it. Her professional advancement depended on things like this, and she couldn't afford to look unprepared or like an amateur. She had a reputation to uphold.
    Maybe her personal life sucked, but at work she made a tremendous difference. Littleville was a tiny and sleepy town, but she worked with the sheriff's department. The county's jurisdiction was large and encompassed one of the biggest and poorest cities in the country. Even the old steel mills which were abandoned decades ago had seen facelifts and the city experienced a large resurgence in population. Hence, a rise in crime.
    She flipped on to her stomach and pulled the pillow over her head, picturing the scenario she'd suggest for new trainees. But rather than seeing the bad guys splattered with the paintball guns in the decrepit building they'd enter, her mind kept featuring Paddy slinging the freaking ax.
    A car's engine purred to a halt under her window, and she jumped out of bed to look outside. He was there. Dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a white button down shirt, Paddy strutted up the stairs of his porch.
    A tingle burned in her stomach. She wanted to know were he'd been and with whom. But it wasn't her business and she shouldn't care. After all, she'd been out with Bill and he'd proposed to her. Bill had offered her everything she'd ever wanted, and all she could do was sit here and watch a dark house.
    A distant glow from the hallway shined from Paddy's bedroom. Lowering herself to the window seat, she leaned a little closer and waited.
    Appearing shirtless and on his way to removing the remainder of his clothes, he strolled into the center of her field of vision and threw something over the chair by the bed before sitting in it. Bending over his feet, he must have been untying his shoes as she held her breath. Then he stood, his broad back to her, and dropped his pants. He stepped out of them and draped them onto the seat.
    Licking her lips, she was mesmerized as the almost naked man moved about his room in a pair of white boxers searching in his dresser for something.
    The light from the hallway was just bright enough to outline his body, and the moon took care of the rest. She had a clear picture from where she sat. Feeling just a little guilty, or perhaps more worried about being seen, she moved slightly behind the curtain to enjoy the view.
    Paddy looked hard and chiseled, and all she wanted to do was run her nails over that muscled back and cup his perfect glutes as she pulled him against her. She wanted to feel him, taste him, and make love to him.
    Wondering if his palms would be chafed from the afternoon's wood chopping, a sizzling sensation ran over her core as she envisioned his hands tracing her chest and roaming over her starved body.
    She didn't move, but her fingers did, and stealing under her thin cotton tank, they found her pebbled nipples. She moaned as she rolled the peaks, first slow and gentle, and then a little faster and harder.
    Oh, she wanted him alright. She needed him.
    No! What she needed was a good lay and a mind blowing orgasm.
    But there was nobody here to help. She'd been in this situation for freaking months and it was driving her nuts. Her only option