THE FOLLOWING morning and Adam’s shift was almost over. He yawned, stretched, dreamed of hitting the shower, and then getting some sleep as soon as Rogers woke up to relieve him. He wasn’t really paying much attention to what was going on across the courtyard. Eva had been quiet. No midnight yoga. No striptease in front of the window. All in all a pretty boring night. He yawned again. Blinked.The door to Eva’s apartment opened and she stepped out onto the landing, wearing a thin terry cloth bathrobe that hit her midthigh. The pockets of the robe bulged out.Hmm, where was she going in her bathrobe at five-thirty in the morning? And what did she have in her pockets? Immediately, he perked up and his mind went to the darkest possibility. Was she packing a gun?Come on, how likely was that?Still, he was on red alert, adrenaline humming through his bloodstream.It wasn’t just her looks or her smoking-hot body that stirred him. The attraction he felt for her—and this was worrisome—extended far beyond the physical.
