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my hand on the knob, I turned back and gave him a wink. “Sorry to be the one to break it to you.”
    “Thank you.”
    Now I was the one caught off guard. “For what?”
    He made a sweeping gesture.
    “You’re welcome,” I answered. “Let me know what the arrangements for Shasta will be. I’d like to be there.”
    “You don’t have to.”
    “I know.” I opened the door and nearly walked smack dab into Detective Cruz, catching myself with a hand on his hot, hard chest. I quickly snatched it away. “Er, sorry.” I stepped to the side and back out onto the sales floor, but the detective caught up to me at the elevator.
    “I guess I know now why I got shot down.”
    Was he… Did he…? Oh, hell no. I folded my arms across my chest to keep myself from smacking that smug smile off his face and stared hard at the numbers above the elevator door.
    “You recently got a promotion, didn’t you?” He moved in front of me. “From what I’ve learned the big boss man set Shasta Devereaux up with a job here. Maybe you didn’t like being replaced with a younger, hotter version of yourself.” He shook his head and tsk ed. “Messy business pitting your mistresses against each other. Maybe he was hoping for a catfight. Some men like that kind of thing.”
    “You’re an ass.”
    “So maybe you decided to take out the competition.”
    I stared at him, balling my hands into fists, my face growing hot.
    He inclined his head toward the office. “Was that you securing your position?” He made a rude hand gesture, moving his fisted hand back and forth from his mouth while poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Assuming the position under his desk?”
    Before I’d even formed the thought to do it, I cracked him across the cheek with the flat of my hand. His head jerked back. The sound of my palm slapping his face reverberated around us. Suddenly I found myself plastered against the metal elevator door, my arm twisted painfully behind my back. He caught my other wrist and brought it back to join my other one. His long, hard body pressed against my back, trapping me. I couldn’t breathe.
    His hot breath blew across the side of my face. “That’s assaulting an officer.” He kicked my feet wide apart. “But then maybe you like it rough.”
    He held both of my hands in one of his. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t twist away. He was too heavy and too strong. I sucked in a breath as he ran his other hand over my body, slowing at the parts he seemed to especially like. The click of handcuffs jumpstarted my heart into a hard rhythm. He did the whole frisking thing again, this time with both hands. His hands started to slide up my skirt.
    Twisting, I elbowed him in the ear. “Go ahead and try it.” I sounded braver than I felt. “There are cameras all over this store. I won’t need a job at all when I sue you and the Scottsdale PD for sexual assault.”
    He jerked me hard by the arm as the elevator doors opened, his handsome face twisted with lines of cruelty. “Maggie Mae Castro, you’re under arrest.”
    Yeah, this wasn’t the first time I’d heard those words and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

Chapter Seven
     
    I sat in a jail cell next to a woman who could crack nearly every joint in her body. She’d started at her neck and worked her way down, then up again. It was rather fascinating how she shifted her pelvis to pop her hip joints, but the noise her knees made was kinda sickening. She was just beginning her show again from the top when Super Agent appeared.
    “Really? Assaulting an officer? That’s a new one for you.”
    I eased into a standing position and sidled up to the bars, careful not to move too quickly. Man, was I glad to see him. “I only wish I’d gone for his nuts.” I swept out a hand, indicating my lovely cell. “It would’ve made my time here so much more worthwhile.”
    A guard came over and opened the cell door. “You’re free to go.”
    I slipped through the opening