She jerked away from his touch and glared at him.
His feet were bare. The stud at his waistband was still unsnapped. He hadn’t put on his shirt. His damp hair stood up in finger-combed tufts, and his eyes still gleamed with awareness.
God help her, she wanted to kiss him again.
Kate felt a twinge of panic. They had almost had sex in broad daylight while on duty. And if that wasn’t stupid enough, the sex would have been unprotected. She hadn’t given any thought to birth control. What was wrong with her? Was she trying to destroy her career and her life? Did she want history to repeat itself?
She rolled to her feet, tightening her fist until the gold butterfly pricked her palm. “What’s going on? Why was Sergeant Chelios trying to contact us?”
Sam looked at Kate as she faced him. Her chin was up. So was the wall she’d done her best to raise between them. But her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed. Her top was damp and crooked, and she’d forgotten to zip her shorts.
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