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though, Jordan wasn’t interested either. At least, that was what she kept telling herself, although her heart pounded a little faster when the Detective was around. “Good. We won’t have to worry about our relationship getting in the way of working together.”
Rebecca hid her disappointment. She wasn’t sure what she had expected Jordan to say in response to that, but agreeing with her wasn’t Rebecca’s first choice. “Glad that’s settled.”
Jordan felt a tug in her chest again. She pushed it down. “I live right around the corner. It’s kind of been my haunt for the last few years. How about you? Is this your first time in here?”
“Nah, just haven’t been here in ages.” Rebecca took a swig from her beer and watched Jordan miss just to the left of the side pocket with her fourteen ball. “Normally, I hang out with the Jonesy and the guys at Stan’s, but tonight I needed to get away from work. You can’t there. I live right around the corner on Arlington.”
“No shit.” Jordan laughed. “I live on Halstead.”
“So let me guess, you’re here a lot?” Rebecca leaned over and lined up her shot and sent the four ball cleanly into the corner pocket. “This place suits you.”
Jordan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment.”
Rebecca chuckled innocently. “It is. It’s uncomplicated…like you.”
“Guess that pretty much sums up my life.” Jordan smiled sheepishly. “Things were too complicated growing up and I like it much better this way. Keeps me from going crazy.”
“It’s hard in this line of work.” Rebecca tapped the seven into the side pocket and studied the table. She walked around and stepped in front of Jordan to line up her next shot. She made the mistake of getting too close to Jordan, her breasts brushing across her arm. She tried to ignore the jolt of electricity that shot through her body. Suddenly, she was aware of their closeness, and she tried to back away, but she felt her bottom hit the edge of the table.
Her next mistake was looking up into Jordan’s eyes. Instead of her practiced air of nonchalance, there was a hint of desire, and it made Rebecca shiver. Jordan licked her lips and didn’t break the connection that crackled between. She leaned in closer, and Rebecca could feel her warm breath against her cheek. She smelled like whiskey and peppermint gum and something else she couldn’t quite place, but it reminded her of danger.
Jordan was enjoying this closeness too much, enjoyed making the Detective uncomfortable. She could have easily captured Rebecca’s mouth against hers, but she was enjoying the hunger that was building inside her even more than what she surmised would be a rebuffed advance anyway. She leaned in closer and when she thought Rebecca could take no more, she reached around behind her and grabbed the chalk.
She stepped back and heard Rebecca exhale the breath she had been holding since Jordan had paralyzed her with one glance. When she spoke, her voice was an octave lower and there was no mistaking the naked hunger in her husky voice or the silent challenge in her eyes. “I believe it’s your move.”
Five little words and Rebecca’s carefully constructed life started to tremble. It wasn’t the game Jordan referred to, although this felt like a game. Jordan was the hunter, and she was her prey. No, Jordan’s eyes spoke volumes and her carefully spoken words let Rebecca know that whatever happened next was indeed her move.
Jordan moved to the opposite side of the table, allowing her plenty of space. However, it took several moments of deep breathing before her heart slowed enough to allow her to even turn around and face her again.
Rebecca was certain she had gotten herself together, but when she leaned over to shoot, she sensed the slightest tremor in her left hand and when she shot, her line of fire was a hair off course. Her concentration was broken, from the game anyway. She was forced
Rebecca hid her disappointment. She wasn’t sure what she had expected Jordan to say in response to that, but agreeing with her wasn’t Rebecca’s first choice. “Glad that’s settled.”
Jordan felt a tug in her chest again. She pushed it down. “I live right around the corner. It’s kind of been my haunt for the last few years. How about you? Is this your first time in here?”
“Nah, just haven’t been here in ages.” Rebecca took a swig from her beer and watched Jordan miss just to the left of the side pocket with her fourteen ball. “Normally, I hang out with the Jonesy and the guys at Stan’s, but tonight I needed to get away from work. You can’t there. I live right around the corner on Arlington.”
“No shit.” Jordan laughed. “I live on Halstead.”
“So let me guess, you’re here a lot?” Rebecca leaned over and lined up her shot and sent the four ball cleanly into the corner pocket. “This place suits you.”
Jordan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment.”
Rebecca chuckled innocently. “It is. It’s uncomplicated…like you.”
“Guess that pretty much sums up my life.” Jordan smiled sheepishly. “Things were too complicated growing up and I like it much better this way. Keeps me from going crazy.”
“It’s hard in this line of work.” Rebecca tapped the seven into the side pocket and studied the table. She walked around and stepped in front of Jordan to line up her next shot. She made the mistake of getting too close to Jordan, her breasts brushing across her arm. She tried to ignore the jolt of electricity that shot through her body. Suddenly, she was aware of their closeness, and she tried to back away, but she felt her bottom hit the edge of the table.
Her next mistake was looking up into Jordan’s eyes. Instead of her practiced air of nonchalance, there was a hint of desire, and it made Rebecca shiver. Jordan licked her lips and didn’t break the connection that crackled between. She leaned in closer, and Rebecca could feel her warm breath against her cheek. She smelled like whiskey and peppermint gum and something else she couldn’t quite place, but it reminded her of danger.
Jordan was enjoying this closeness too much, enjoyed making the Detective uncomfortable. She could have easily captured Rebecca’s mouth against hers, but she was enjoying the hunger that was building inside her even more than what she surmised would be a rebuffed advance anyway. She leaned in closer and when she thought Rebecca could take no more, she reached around behind her and grabbed the chalk.
She stepped back and heard Rebecca exhale the breath she had been holding since Jordan had paralyzed her with one glance. When she spoke, her voice was an octave lower and there was no mistaking the naked hunger in her husky voice or the silent challenge in her eyes. “I believe it’s your move.”
Five little words and Rebecca’s carefully constructed life started to tremble. It wasn’t the game Jordan referred to, although this felt like a game. Jordan was the hunter, and she was her prey. No, Jordan’s eyes spoke volumes and her carefully spoken words let Rebecca know that whatever happened next was indeed her move.
Jordan moved to the opposite side of the table, allowing her plenty of space. However, it took several moments of deep breathing before her heart slowed enough to allow her to even turn around and face her again.
Rebecca was certain she had gotten herself together, but when she leaned over to shoot, she sensed the slightest tremor in her left hand and when she shot, her line of fire was a hair off course. Her concentration was broken, from the game anyway. She was forced
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