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FORD
Ford smothered a laugh as a red-faced Hallie stood in the boat’s galley and explained her “Hot Cop” faux pas. He’d nearly spit his coffee when he received that message.
“I swear I’ll never leave my phone unlocked on my desk again,” she said. “Lesson learned.”
“What if I change your contact name to ‘Hot PI’? Would that make you feel better?”
“You think I’m hot?”
“We don’t need to put these burritos in the oven. You could just hold them for a while.”
She pushed him good-naturedly, but he caught her hand and brought it to his lips.
“I speak the truth. Hallie, you’re more than hot. You’re smart and sensitive and even if we spent every day together for the rest of our lives, I’d never get enough of you. Does that help to clarify things?”
She swallowed hard, but she didn’t pull
