No, it had never been like this for him before, with anyone. Of all the women he'd known, she was the only one he was compelled to be with, driven to touch. Beyond the physical, the basic and apparently unsatiable lust she inspired in him, was a constant fascination. Her mind, her heart, her secrets, her scars. He had told her once they were two lost souls. He thought now he'd spoken no more than the truth. But with each other, they'd found something that rooted them. For a man who had been wary of cops all of his life, it was staggering to know his happiness now depended on one.
by J.D. Robb
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The protagonist reflects on a profound connection he shares with a woman unlike any he has experienced before. While he feels an intense physical attraction, it is the depth of her character that captivates him. He is intrigued by her mind and the complexities of her past, recognizing they both carry emotional scars that have shaped them. Their bond transforms his understanding of companionship and love, revealing a sense of belonging that he had not anticipated.

This relationship challenges his previous perceptions, especially since he has always been mistrustful of law enforcement. It's remarkable for him to find joy and security in a partnership with a police officer, highlighting the transformative power of love. Their connection roots them both in a shared experience of loss and redemption, marking a significant shift in his life where vulnerability and trust become essential for his happiness.

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