Secret Admirer. Amanda Stevens

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      “I get the message,” she interrupted. “Loud and clear. If I want someone to watch my back, I shouldn’t count on you. Right, Tony?”

      He frowned. “I didn’t mean—”

      “Then what did you mean?” She got up and stood facing him. “If you can’t trust your partner not to bail on you, you’re as good as dead out there. If that’s the way it’s going to be, let’s get it straight right here and now.”

      Jeez, Tony thought. She was a lot tougher than she looked. Still, she was right. They might as well get a few things straight right from the start, even though he didn’t expect her to last.

      “I’ve never bailed on a partner. You can ask any of the detectives in this division if they’d worry about me covering their backs. You’d get the same answer from all of them. They may not like me. They may not want to have to deal with me and my bullsh—my ways,” he amended with a begrudging shrug. “But they know, to a man—and woman—they can count on me when the going gets tough. And it will,” he added ominously.

      She smiled faintly. “I’m hardly a rookie, you know. I’ve been on the force almost as long as you have.”

      “How do you know how long I’ve been on the force?”

      “Like the lieutenant said, your reputation precedes you.”

      He studied her for a moment, his gaze hooded and steely. She’d forgotten how blue his eyes were. Blue and almost breathtakingly intense.

      Awareness tingled down her backbone. They’d been kids the last time he’d looked at her so intently, just before he’d kissed her. She’d been sixteen that summer and had never been kissed the way Tony Gallagher had kissed her, his mouth fusing to hers, his tongue entwining with hers.

      Eve’s mother had died when she was thirteen, and her father, an insurance adjuster, had become overprotective, resisting the reality of his little girl growing up before his eyes. She hadn’t been allowed to date, but that hadn’t stopped Tony. He’d come over before her father got home from work, and they’d sit on the stoop together. Sometimes they’d even go inside.

      How easily he’d forgotten her, Eve thought with a measure of regret, when all these years she’d thought about him a lot. He’d been her first infatuation, and she hadn’t gotten over him for a very long time.

      “I’ll cover your back,” he said, still gazing at her across their desks. “You don’t have to worry about that. But my personal life is off-limits. Do we understand each other?”

      “Yes, I believe we do,” Eve said, hoping her voice didn’t reveal the regret she felt.

      “COME ON IN, Eve, and close the door.”

      Eve did as she was told, then took a seat across from the lieutenant’s desk. Clare Foxx was a very attractive woman, dark, sultry looking, with the kind of body even a much younger woman would envy. She was cool and professional, qualities Eve had always admired, but there was something about Clare that was almost formidable. Perhaps it was because she had been instrumental in Eve’s new assignment and was one of the few people who knew the real reason she had been sent here.

      Clare sat back in her chair and studied Eve for a long, silent moment. Not since Eve had been summoned before the nuns at St. Anne’s had she felt such a need to squirm.

      You’re a grown woman, she admonished herself. Thirty years old and a police officer. So act like one.

      She squared her shoulders with an effort, meeting Clare’s gaze. “You wanted to see me?”

      Clare nodded. “How did it go out there?”

      “You mean with Tony…Detective Gallagher?” Eve shrugged. “Too early to tell. He’s…a bit hostile, isn’t he?”

      Clare gave a short laugh. “You might say that.” She sat forward suddenly, folding her arms on her desk as she leaned toward Eve. “You’ve seen his disciplinary record. He’s had his share of rips, both civilian and departmental, not the least of which was that assault charge four years ago. And now this latest incident…”

      “He was exonerated each time,” Eve said, maybe a shade too quickly.

      Clare frowned. “Still, the media doesn’t print the exoneration, only the charges. Cops like Tony make the whole department look bad.”

      “An active cop gets complaints,” Eve argued, even though she knew Clare had a point.

      Clare gave her an annoyed glance. “You sound as if you’re defending his behavior. That’s not why you were brought in.”

      “I was brought in to observe and evaluate. I can’t do that unless I keep an open mind. I’ll tell you exactly what I told my own commanding officer. I’m not going to railroad Tony Gallagher. If that’s what you want, then I may as well walk out that door right now.”

      Anger flashed in Clare’s eyes, but her voice was surprisingly obliging. “Point taken,” she said tightly, then added, “You don’t have qualms about this assignment, do you? It could get a little sticky, if you aren’t careful.”

      “I plan to be careful,” Eve said. “And, no, I don’t have any qualms. I know what has to be done.”

      Clare nodded in approval. “A word of caution, however.” She got up and came around to lean against the desk, gripping the edge with her fingers. “Don’t let your hormones get in the way of doing your job.”

      Eve was taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”

      “I’m talking about the effect Tony Gallagher has on women. He can be obnoxious, opinionated, frustrating as hell to deal with. But he can also get under your skin in a big way. When that happens, it’s damn near impossible to get him out.” Her gaze was very direct, knowing, and Eve stared at her in shock.

      So she and Clare Foxx had something in common, after all. It wasn’t a notion that gave Eve any comfort.

      “I appreciate the advice,” she murmured. “Is that all, Lieutenant?”

      “For now.” Clare waited until Eve had gotten to the door, then she added, “Tony Gallagher is a disaster waiting to happen. That’s why you’re here, Barrett. To make sure it doesn’t happen.”

      “I’ll do my best.” But when Eve opened the door and stepped into the hall, she saw almost at once that their cubicle was empty.

      Sometime after she’d been summoned into Clare Foxx’s office, Tony Gallagher had decided to bail on her, after all.

      Chapter Two

      The second watch had already come on duty by the time Eve packed up her briefcase and purse and got ready to leave. Tony hadn’t come back to the station all afternoon, nor had he called in. Eve had no idea where he’d gone off to, but she wasn’t so dense that she couldn’t take a hint. He was avoiding her.

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