When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Donโt look at him, she told herself. Donโt lookโ She looked. Sweet Jesus.
Jill ShalvisHe was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloeโs belly.
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