Cop's Passion by Angela Verdenius Page A

about Big
and Dangerous? He looks like he could do with a soft touch.”
    “Trust me, he
doesn’t want it.”
    “He hasn’t
chased it away.” Curiously, Cindy glanced at the house. “He lets it
stay?”
    “Mike lets it
stay here and me feed it until I get it a home.”
    “Huh. That’s
kind of him.”
    “Yeah, he has
that streak.” Maddy watched the kitten, resolutely pushing her
troubling thoughts away to mull over later.
    They watched
until the kitten disappeared into the shed for the night before
heading back to the side gate.
    They had just
reached it when Mike’s voice stopped them. “Maddy.”
    She looked
around to see him standing near the back corner of the garage,
leaning one big shoulder against it as he regarded her.
    Mike nodded
politely to Cindy before returning his gaze to Maddy.
    “Yes?” It took
all her gumption to look directly into his eyes, and she fought the
blush that threatened to bloom at the memory of those piercing eyes
looking down at her hotly, burning with passion.
    She pressed her
thighs together against a sudden roil of warmth in her loins.
    “Buy a mobile
phone,” he said coolly. “And lock your door when you’re home.”
    That was like a
bucket of ice water on her heating emotions and she glared at
him.
    He arched one
brow in that bloody way he had that infuriated her, straightened
and walked back around the house.
    “Arsehole,” she
snapped before she could stop herself.
    “Whoa,” said
Cindy.
    Shaking her
head, Maddy opened the gate and headed back home with her friend on
her heels.
    “So what’s the
story with you and Mike?” Cindy asked as they entered the
house.
    “Nothing.”
Maddy clicked the lock in place as she’d normally do, except when
he’d stormed in earlier, of course, because she just had to give
him something else to moan about. “He just thinks he knows what’s
good for me.”
    “Really? Why is
that?” Cindy followed her back into the kitchen and leaned against
the wall.
    Maddy repacked
the gifts into the bags to put away later. “I have no idea.”
    “There has to
be some reason.” Cindy’s eyes narrowed. “Are you hiding something
from me, Lovett?”
    “No.” She
caught Cindy’s narrow-eyed gaze. “Yes. Well, I had a flat tyre and
he thinks I should have had a mobile phone to call for help.”
    “There’s more
to it than that.”
    “Fine. It was
night-time.”
    Cindy
waited.
    “Another car
stopped, it was a man who, it turned out, was a friend of Mike’s,
and he helped me change the tyre, but meanwhile Mike got his
cop-knickers in a knot and decided for me that I should have a
mobile. He came over here today all…”
    “All…?” Cindy
encouraged.
    All hot and
yummy and lustful and… “I got into a bit of an argument with him
about it.”
    “Oh, so that’s
the unfinished business.” Cindy nodded her head. “But there’s more
to it, right?”
    Picking up the
bags, Maddy went to the lounge room, managing not to stare at the
sofa. She half expected to see the imprint of two writhing bodies
on the cushions, but they were as usual. The only things out of
place were the cushions on the floor.
    Cindy picked up
the cushions and placed them on the sofa. “Geez, you really need to
buy Chaz more toys to play with, cushions just aren’t his sort of
thing, you know?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So,” Cindy
said, “What else happened to get your dander up? It had to be more
than just the big, bad cop trying to be nice. You wouldn’t normally
argue about something like that.”
    With a sigh,
Maddy dropped down into an armchair. “He came at a bad time.”
    “Do tell.”
    “Belinda came
around with a snooty friend, and basically they told me to lose
weight so I could nab myself a rich husband.”
    Cindy stared at
her for several seconds before saying mildly, “Bitches.”
    “I’ll say. I
tossed them out and then Mike came over trying to tell me what to
do and I sort of lost my temper.” And my panties . Maddy
didn’t voice her