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unsettling to say the least. Combined with the helpless feeling of his car rolling over, he admitted to being shaken up. And he hated feeling scared.
    The accident could’ve turned out much worse with several lives taken. And then she’d made up some cock-eyed story about being in danger before changing her tactics by blaming the accident on him and Pete? What a whacko.
    Jet had worked in Kansas City as a detective prior to moving back home to Windom Hills. Of course, he knew the District Attorney and his family. He also knew they weren't exactly the model citizens he, himself, could admire. But what would be the point in filing a restraining order against someone unless they were deserving of it?
    A niggling sensation teased at his brain before he shoved it away. Corruption may have filtered into his decision to leave the Kansas City Precinct, but the Anthony Capriccios of the world were no longer his problem. He had no intention of allowing any disruptions into the quiet existence he'd achieved since those crime filled days. Unexplained dead bodies and gang-infested, child-killing losers were a part of his past. He intended to keep them there.
    He also didn’t need someone like Lily Delaney walking about in his neck-of-the-woods either. Windom Hills wasn’t like Kansas City. In the City, beautiful women numbered as many as the stars. In the galaxy of so many, few stood out. The good doctor was one of those rare ones. As if she’d just stepped off a damn New York Runway. Hell, if he could still be attracted to her in spite of all that had happened today, it didn’t bode well if she lived in the same place where he ate, slept and drank beer.
    If a woman couldn’t use what attributes she possessed she went for the mind-numbing techniques such as helpless-female-crap. Manipulative and deceitful, that’s what they were, grabbing onto whatever advantage at their disposal. He’d been well versed in that knowledge.
    He flexed his hand. It ached. His knee stung and damn, just look at his car. What a mess.
    Walter, the owner of the sole body shop in town, was inspecting the wreckage. His son Mike was staring at the upside down patrol car, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. A carbon copy of his dad, he was short and stocky with buzzed blonde hair. He also shared his dad’s knack with anything on wheels.
    “Whew, Jet,” Walter exclaimed. “You didn’t tell me it was your car.” Consternation turned to concern at noticing Jet's injuries. “Hey man, are you okay?”
    “A little bruising and some scratches,” Jet responded, brushing off the older man’s comments.
    “Wow!” Mike exclaimed. ‘“You sure did a number on your car, Sheriff.” He caught sight of the Lexus…and its owner. A slow smile spread across his young face. “Do you need help taking her in?” It was obvious he wasn’t talking about the car.
    “Mike!” Walter reprimanded, shooting the sheriff a wary look. “Let’s get to work on this.” Walter shot Jet an apology. “I’m sorry, Jet. His maturity’s kinda slow developing. Course he don’t see much of this every day.”
    Unsure this time if the reference was to the wreck or the woman, Jet dismissed it with a shake of his head.
    “Forget it, Walter. But before you flip the car, I’ll need a few pictures.”
    “Take your time,” Walter replied. “We’ll be a few minutes figuring this out.”
    Jet strolled over to his deputy who’d also stopped to stare in amazement at the patrol car. Mark Carnahan let out a low whistle.
    “You’re lucky to have survived. Are you hurt badly?” he asked with concern.
    His deputy was a good kid. Standing only an inch shorter than Jet, his mischievous brown eyes and longish brown hair caused some people to mistakenly underestimate his abilities.
    “It appears you might need stitches there, boss,” Mark observed.
    “Maybe,” Jet sighed. “But it can wait. Did you bring the camera?”
    “Yep, it’s in the truck,” Mark responded mesmerized by the upside