She never got enough of her city. There was nowhere in the world she’d rather live other than Chicago. When a light breeze stirred Fawn’s hair, she laughed, released John’s arm, and ran ahead.“Fawn,” he called. “Stay close. You never know who could be out here.”She glanced back and stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re too used to crime and bad guys, John. You’ve got to live. Enjoy the world. Enjoy life.” She ran on although he protested, and she didn’t stop until she was winded. Breathing heavily and leaning against a rail, she raised her arms and closed her eyes. A happy grin spread over her face.“Well, hello, beautiful,” someone said nearby.Fawn opened her eyes to a man she’d never seen before. His gaze was riveted to her cleavage. She was about to tell him she was with someone, but John suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking the man’s view. “Get lost. She’s with me.”“Hey!” The man growled.Looking around John’s arm, Fawn caught a look from him like he was about to challenge John for the right to talk to her, but John reached in his pocket and flashed his badge.John lowered the tone of his voice.
