Packing some heat there, aren’t you Officer?”<br /> Jake looked down and yanked on the hem of his blazer. “Don’t you worry about that, miss,” he chuckled. “That’s for later.” He pecked her on the cheek and steered her toward the door.<br />“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Molly grumbled, irritated by his nonchalance. Her legs felt like jelly and she tottered on her heels, making her even more annoyed. <br /> Jake steadied her—of course he did. <i> <b>“Really?” he asked, the soul of civility. “I disagree.” </b></i>