she’d certainly caused, and the impending legal ramifications which would bring about the imminent discovery of her whereabouts, she now had to endure this man’s relentless aggression? All rationale and common sense disintegrated.
“Which goes back to my earlier question,” she challenged. “Why aren’t you monitoring the roads better instead of being in everyone’s business?” In her need to lash out at someone, she took enormous satisfaction at catching him off guard. “If you’d been doing your job instead of driving around with your thumb up your ass, I wouldn’t have been stuck behind that monstrous contraption for what seemed an eternity and you wouldn’t have wrecked your vehicle.”
Pete’s mouth dropped, but Lily was too far gone and incensed to care.
“Now it’s my fault again?” Disbelief made the sheriff’s voice rise to match hers.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re finally taking some responsibility,” she announced irrationally.
“Things are beginning to make sense,” he gritted through his teeth, reaching behind him. “You’re not only dangerous, you’re nuts. Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
Not taking into account he’d arrest her, Lily backed up in wide-eyed horror.
“You’re going to handcuff me?” she asked aghast.
An anxious Pete stepped in, “Now hold on a minute, Jet. There ain’t no cause for that.”
Ignoring Pete, the sheriff advanced toward Lily, his lip curling.
“Maybe you want to coerce me against it by hiking up your skirt again.”
“By hiking up my skirt…” she asked, thrown off by confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Are you going to deny trying to make things easier on yourself by wiggling your assets in your car earlier? Exhibitionism is against the law in this county, Ma’am.”
She sucked in a breath. “You’re the one that’s crazy,” she choked out in rage. “I wasn’t wiggling anything.”
“What would you call it? Soliciting an ad for yellow underwear?”
Her green eyes blazed before she allowed her lips to curve sweetly in pent-up hysteria.
“For your information, Sheriff, my underwear is not yellow. Where’d you get your investigative skills, Detectives for Dummies?”
Dead silence fell like a thick fog. Somewhere in the back of Lily’s hysterical frame of mind, she realized she’d just insulted an officer of the law over her underwear.
Chapter Two
The sound of vehicles brought a look of relief from Pete and he moved between the two still glaring at each other.
“Here they come, Jet. Here they are, right here, yes-siree. Right here.” Pete babbled, obviously hoping to break up the tension. It took a moment, but eventually Jet dragged his gaze away and drew in in a deep breath.
“I see ‘em, Pete,” he said, glancing over at the new arrivals. “Why don’t you go on home before your wife starts to worry?” And then he muttered, “You’ve been through enough today.”
“Will you be needin’ some kind of statement from me?” Pete asked as if still wary of a potential eruption.
Jet shook his head. “Not right now. If I do, I’ll drive over to your place tomorrow.” He looked over at the two men emerging from the wrecker and narrowed a glance back at the woman in front of him. “Stay put and don’t move.”
The little vixen raised her chin and squared her shoulders in defiance and Jet waited for the second battle to erupt. Just as quickly, she relaxed them in defeat. Good, maybe she realized who was in charge here.
With one more wave, Pete got into his truck and took off, evidence he was eager to hand the situation off to someone else. Jet’s ill temper didn’t dissipate as he crossed the road.
He realized threatening her with handcuffs had been childish, but striking her hadn’t seemed a viable option. Not only was it against the law, he’d never hit a woman in his life.
But coming face to face with another car with such few options had been