Lucky was drowning in her blue eyes. She could have stolen his wallet, stripped him naked and left him for dead, and he would have thanked her for the experience just at that moment. Her tight ass was nestled against his shaft, while her lips beckoned him with every word she spoke.

“Lucky?” Renee whispered. “You still with me?”

With her? He wanted to be with her. Hell, at this moment, he wanted to be in her, loving her sweet body till she cried out in rapture. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he croaked out.

“You sure you’re okay? You look a little feverish.” She wiggled around to put her hand on his head. “You’re not overdoing again, are you? You’re not fully recovered.”

Her raised arm pushed her breasts closer to his chest. He shuddered as he stared down at the creamy mounds revealed by the low-cut dress.

“Are you cold?” she inquired. “You just shivered.”

Lucky felt her breath so close to his ear. He had to move now or he’d take her right there. He jumped up, tossing her on the sofa and began some pacing of his own.

“I’m fine” he growled. “Just frustrated.” He raked his hand through his hair.

“Don’t worry.” She came off the sofa toward him. “We’ll catch Claudia’s killer. You’re not going to jail. We’ve just encountered a bit more than we bargained for here. We’re getting closer. I can feel it.”

She touched his arm. He clenched his teeth. “A year from now, you’ll be wondering why you ever doubted me.”

“I am not frustrated about the case!” he roared as he flung her hand away. “I want you, Renee, and I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you’re making it damn difficult.”

He headed for the kitchen while Renee stared at him in shock. She heard him ranting as he walked down the hall. “God only knows why I’m attracted to you. You’re headstrong, opinionated, reckless…”

He came back into the living room with a glass of whiskey while she continued to gape at him. “And your investigative methods,” he laughed harshly, “and I use that term loosely, are absolutely

ridiculous.” He took a deep swallow of the potent drink, welcoming the burning liquid down his throat.

He never noticed her eyes narrowing at the insults.

He continued pacing. “Tattooed, bald headed psychics, motorcycle gangs,” he rounded on her angrily, “half naked hookers…”

That one pissed her off. She couldn’t help the gasp from her lips. She would admit she was a bit stubborn and sometimes even aggressive, and perhaps she used unorthodox methods of obtaining information, but that was her business. And no one insulted her job or her skills!

 “I may be all of those things, but at least I’m not so stupid as to still be in love with the damn ghost of a woman who tried to steal my family blind!”

“You think I’m still in love with Claudia?” he asked incredulously.

Renee turned away so he couldn’t see the hurt in her eyes. She shrugged.

Lucky shook his head. “How on earth did you come up with such a stupid idea?”

That did it! “Probably because every time you held me in your arms you mention her fuckin’ name!” she roared.