SWAT Secret Admirer. Elizabeth Heiter

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       “Grant, I owe you—”

      “Nothing.” He cut her off, actually sounding as though he meant it. “You owe me nothing.”

      She snorted. “I owe you a lot more than just an apology. I wish I could go back to the day Clive asked me if I wanted to take time off from SWAT and—”

      “Stop it,” Grant said, and it wasn’t his words but the fact that he put his finger over her lips that silenced her.

      The touch sent a tingling feeling over her face, and he must have seen something in her eyes, because his expression changed, too. The serious veneer was gone, replaced by a mixture of emotions she couldn’t begin to unravel. But worry and desire were definitely part of the mix.

      His gaze dropped to her lips, and instead of moving his finger, he traced it slowly over her mouth.

      Her entire body suddenly seemed to come alive as the tingling swept outward, down to her toes. She stepped back fast. “What are you doing? I got you shot today! “