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He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his wallet My eyes widen as he pulls out his license and his badge and shoves theaze to the cards Conrad Livingstone Senior detective, LAPD

“How did you know I’d called the cops that night?” I ask, shaking my head

“I was in the hall when you arrived home,” he admits “Once you finished the call, I called and canceled the complaint”

“You can do that?” I laugh I shaketo be with uy? I don’t understand why you would do all of this I don’t get what you were hoping to achieve”

“I fucked up I know I fucked up, but by the tione I was obsessed with everything about you I convinced reen eyes penetratefor you, Raven”

“I could have you fired You know that, right? I could have you thrown in jail for what you’ve done to me”

“But you won’t, will you?” he says, his thu my cheek

I closethat he knows ht: I won’t do that

Why won’t I do that?

“How do you knoon’t?” I ask, my voice cold

“Because you didn’t call the cops when you left my house”

“You had my phone I couldn’t call them,” I shoot back, and he smiles

“True, but you came here and not to the police station Or you could have called theht, but I don’t want hi to take a lot for you to trust ain and I know that All I want is that chance Think about us before you throw us away”

He takesas my body hits his I’m so confused Is this really what I want? He brushes the hair away fro into mine

“Can I kiss you, Raven?” he asks, his voice thick