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resist as she lifted his arms and stripped off his jacket, letting it slide to the floor. Then she pulled out his shirttail and unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom, teasing his skin with her lips as she worked her way up.
    When she reached the top of his shirt, she slipped his arms out of his sleeves and tossed the shirt away. His eyes started to film over, and his breath came in shallow bursts. She unzipped his pants, offering her shoulder for balance as he kicked them off.
    She sank to her knees, pulled down his briefs, and ran her hands up his legs. Her tongue followed. He shivered, and by the time she reached his thighs, he was ready for her. She took him in her mouth. Moaning softly, he gripped her shoulders and started to thrust. She grasped his buttocks. He pulled her towards him. She let her mouth ride him, feeling him pulse with excitement.
    Then, unexpectedly, she pushed him away. He gasped and fell back on the couch, his eyes glittering in the light. She took off her jacket, laying it gently on the couch. She slipped out of her black pants. The silk camisole. She turned around, taking her time, making sure he saw every curve, every angle. His eyes swam with desire.
    Straddling his legs, she lowered herself on his lap and guided him inside. He buried his mouth on her breasts and shoved hard into her. Crying, she arched and wrapped her legs around him, angling her pelvis forward, feeling each thrust fill her up. His hands gripped the small of her back, and they rocked back and forth, their coupling so fierce she could hardly catch her breath. When she finally came, she shuddered.

    ***

    Okay. She’d seduced him. But he’d made the right moves, whispered the right things. So why did Georgia sense a tiny seed of doubt? It wasn’t anything obvious, just a slight hesitation, a subtle shift from passion to awareness. It wasn’t coming from her. She rolled over. Was she just his shiksa after all—there to serve his physical needs while religion took care of the spiritual? That would make it all nicely compartmentalized. Just the way he liked it.

Chapter Fifteen

    “Got a minute?” Doyle stopped Matt in the hall the next morning. “I’d like to see you in my office.”
    Matt forced himself to nod. His head pounded from too much Roditis; even three Advil’s hadn’t dulled the pain. Memories of last night, foggy and indistinct, strafed his brain. Georgia figured in most of them.
    Doyle led him into his office. “Close the door.”
    They both sat. Doyle picked up a newspaper on his desk. “You see this?”
    Matt shook his head.
    “They’re talking about all these exotic poisons and pathogens. Fringe terrorist groups, for Christ’s sake. We can’t let this go on, Singer.”
    “Since when did the press let the facts get in the way of a good story?” Matt said tiredly. “Who leaked?”
    “You tell me.”
    “I called a few toxicology experts around the country.”
    Doyle shot him a cryptic look.
    “The consensus so far seems to be poison.”
    Doyle threw down the paper. “Look. The mayor called. The village is uneasy having this hanging. It’s not good for Glenbrook. It’s been two weeks. You have a cause of death. It’s time to make this go away.”
    Matt stared at a photograph on the wall. Shot during a recent national campaign, Doyle was shaking hands with the President. Posed underneath a red, white, and blue banner, the two men were surrounded by a Congressman and the governor of Illinois. Matt thought of the picture of Julie Romano pinned above his desk. “We still have some leads to run down.”
    Doyle flicked his lighter and touched it to his pipe. “Did the tox screen come back?”
    “They did it on an expedited basis.”
    Smoke rose from Doyle’s mouth. “And?”
    “It was clean.” Matt tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “So was the heavy metals.”
    Doyle frowned.
    “But they did rule out arsenic and lead.”
    “Of course.”
    “They also eliminated cyanide and