Page 39 of Not That Impossible

It was a phone number, with a name written beneath.

“That’s the person who can answer some of the many, many questions I know you are dying to ask me,” he said.

I beamed at him. “You came all the way to my house to give me asource?”

“No.” He looked caught out. “It was on my way. I was driving past. It was quicker to stop by and give it to you than start up an endless back-and-forth text conversation when you’d keep asking questions anyway. And it’s not asource. It’s the number of our media officer.”

I continued to beam at him. It wasn’t on the way at all. I could get the media officer’s number off the police website.

“Stop it,” he said.

“Thank you, Liam.”

He grunted.

“And I’m sorry for shoving you,” I said.

He brushed my apology off with a half-shake of his head.

“Can I safely assume that you’re not going to arrest me?” I said.

“For what?”

“Uh, assaulting a police officer?”

Liam rolled his lips in, suppressing a quick grin. “Is that was all the business at the door was about?” he said.

“All what business?”

He stuck his arms out, wrists together, and said breathily, “I’ll come quietly.”

I slapped his hands down.

Liam very slowly arched a brow.

On any other day, I’d have quailed under that look. Or got an erection. Probably both. But not after him imitating me.

“I didnotsay it like Marilyn Monroe,” I said. “Of course I thought you were here to arrest me for assault. I shoved you.”

“Right. This?” Liam closed the gap between us and pushed me like I’d pushed him. I swayed on the spot. “This is not assault.”

“Okay. Good to know. I didn’t actually think it was—” I had definitely thought it was, “—but I do know thatsomepeople take themselves very seriously and might have a problem with being physically dominated in front of their minions. Some people might be the vindictive type who need to arrest innocent men in an attempt to shore up their fragile egos.”

Liam smiled, sharp and mean. “They are my hardworking officers, not my minions. And this?” He pushed me again. A little harder, this time. I shifted my weight and allowed my back to gently hit the wall. “This isn’t ‘physical domination’.” He did the annoying air quote finger thing. “This is what a spoiled brat does in the playground to get attention.”

“If I want your attention,” I told him dismissively, “I know a much better way to get it. And I can physically dominate you any time I want.” Which was almost never, as in fact I wanted the opposite. But right now? Yeah. I could do it right now. “Any time.”

He laughed at me.

“Oh.” I smiled sweetly. “You don’t think so?”

“No, I don’t. I think…”

He trailed off into silence as I took my t-shirt off. I did it sexy, too. I reached back, making sure my biceps flexed right in front of his face, caught the collar, and drew it up and over.

His eyes went from my bunched arm and dragged down my naked torso to where I ran my fingers along my waistband.

“Don’t you dare,” he said.

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