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He smiled again. It seemed he couldn’t help himself, and a dimple flashed from his cheek. “I’ve made you nervous.”
“No,” she lied, “but you have me at a disadvantage. I don’t think we’ve met.” “Not formally.”
Not at all. No way she would have forgotten him.
“I’m Detective Santo Castillo,” he said, and Roxanne released her breath on a soft whoosh.
Okay, so not a stalker. That was good news. But Reece guessing he was a cop and then freaking out about it . . . not so great. Not when it made her think her brother must be guilty of something.
The detective leaned across the table and handed her his badge.
Wary, Roxanne studied the medal and verified that the picture matched the man before giving it back. But a bad feeling settled around her. Just like the damn stain, it began to spread. She glanced up again before she could stop herself. As if to confirm a relationship, the stain had grown bigger and somehow more threatening.
She swallowed and forced her attention back to Santo Castillo. His glass was almost empty. “Drinking on the job, Detective?” she asked, nodding at it.
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