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“Fuck you, Declan.” Her stare changed to a glare. “Not that it’s any of your business, but it was my roommate. The fire alarm had gone off in our building. She’s hanging out with my brother, and they had to evacuate. She was just letting me know.” Her hands balled into fists. “She sounded stressed, and I told her I loved her—that’s what you heard.”

Fuck … me?

She was playing naughty—and I liked it.

At the same time, the relief came in hard and fast.

I didn’t know why. It shouldn’t matter.

But it did.

“Stop deviating. You’re wasting my time.” I nodded toward the stack of papers. “What does this revelation—as you would call it—have to do with the evidence?” I ignored the way my hard-on was pressing against my zipper. “Our client has two email addresses. Most of us do. So what?”

As she took a deep inhale, I glanced down her body, seeing her nipples were even harder than they had been before.

She caught me staring, and I pushed the chair back, getting ready to stand.

“Maybe you called me