Part 159 (2/2)

He'd learned a lot since good old Caroline.

Angie slipped the cigarette from his fingers, leaving it to smolder in

the ashtray as he hardened against her palm. He was going to be sweet,

she thought. So very sweet. And the irony-the irony was beautiful.

”I've never had a cop,” she murmured as she nipped at his lip. ”You'll

be the first.”

He felt the breath back up in his lungs, thick and hot. He shook his

head to clear it. He had one flash, achingly lucid, of sitting with

Emma on the winter beach. Then Angie stood up. With a flick of her

hands, she unsnapped her belt. She had only to shrug her shoulders to

have the red silk slithering to the floor. Beneath it her body was

white and lush and naked. She ran her hands over it, lingering,

caressing as adoringly as a lover. Before he could find the strength to

stand, she was straddling him. On a groan of pleasure, she pressed his

mouth against one perfect, polished breast.

”Do things to me,” she murmured. ”Do anything you like.”

THE SUPERMARKET TABLOIDS had a field day.

ANGIE PARKS'S ROOKIE LOVER

The Inside Story

TRuNGLE OF Pa.s.sION AND MURI)ER IN HOLLYWOOD

They leaped on the connection with the McAvoys and played it like a

bra.s.s band. In New York, Emma tried to ignore the gossip and prayed it

wasn't based in fact.

It was none of her business, she rea.s.sured herself as she spent hours in

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