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been wasted time and Mac had to confront the possibility that that may have been the point. It was time to get to County USC.

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    Though Isabelle had waited at the house during the wild goose chase that had led to the beach, Mac had insisted to Ben that she accompany him to the hospital. His rationale had simply been to replicate the search for Esme, the two of them working together, since the Priest obviously wanted her there. Of course Ben had required little convincing since her presence at the house obviously irritated him.  
    Sergeant Dixon had dropped both her and Mac at the main lobby of the medical center and gone to park the SUV. It was the first time they’d been alone since he’d arrived and Isabelle found, to her consternation, that Mac had nothing to say to her. He’d asked for directions at the information desk, they’d ridden the crowded elevator to the fourth floor, and now he simply walked at her side without so much as a sideways glance.
    “So is our relationship a secret from us too?” she finally said. “Don’t we even get to talk? Or are you going to wait until the end of the day and just call me?”
    Quickly, Mac took two long strides to a door labelled ‘Employees Only.’ With a turn of the knob and a quick check inside, Isabelle found herself being tugged into a tiny room full of towels, sheets, and folded dressing gowns stacked neatly on white shelves.  
    As the door slammed closed, Mac whirled toward her.
    “Is that what you want?” he said hotly. “For me to just call you like I was in Virginia?”
    Despite his angry tone, she couldn’t stop the frustration of the day from bubbling up inside her.
    “What would be the difference?” she yelled. “You act like I’m not even here!”
    “Do you think that’s how I want it? ” he yelled. “I can’t just turn it on and off like you!”
    “Like …me? ” she sputtered.
    “Look at you!” he yelled, stepping closer. “Dressed like that , I can barely think straight!”
    “ Like …” she yelled, as it dawned on her what he’d said. “ What? ” she finished, confused.
    “So, should I call you? ” he said, stepping in and grasping her around the waist. “Is that what you want?” His eyes bored into hers as the hard steel of his arms crushed her to him. “Is that what you want, Isabelle?” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me.”
    “ No! ” she gasped, blinking. “No, that’s not–”
    Mac’s mouth engulfed hers, stifling more words. With a hungry urgency that his cool exterior had denied, he kissed her hard and began to walk her backwards. His lips pushed into hers with a savage twist, his tongue immediately stroking her lips and pressing into her mouth. There was barely time to respond as Mac pushed her backward, his tongue sweeping inside her, his lungs taking the air from hers. Finally her hands found his neck and she hung on as the endless and devastating kiss threatened to overwhelm her. Breath poured from his nostrils and the hard muscle of his chest pressed into her breasts as her back hit the wall. Her fingers wound into his hair as her mouth struggled to keep up with his. Heart pounding in her ears, her lungs burned without enough oxygen. But her tongue tangled with his and her lips sought him out in a groping desperation that was beyond her control.
    Then Mac’s hand was on her thigh, slipping upward beneath her dress. Her body quickly tensed and she held her breath as his warm fingers raked higher, landing on the thin fabric of her panties. Her shocked gasp ended the fevered kiss as Mac cupped her mound.

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    Mac ran his fingers into the cleft between Isabelle’s legs. As she widened her stance, his stiffening arousal pushed at the confines of his briefs. Despite the fact that he knew someone might come through the door at any moment, he couldn’t stop. For days on end he had thought of seeing her, kissing her, touching her. And as he gently squeezed her