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down car. When he caught Jet’s stare, he continued. “Guess I’ll go get it.”
    “Good idea,” Jet responded dryly.
    Mark grinned and was moving away when he suddenly stopped. Jet looked to see what caused the delay and swore under his breath. The little strumpet by the Lexus had her hands on her lower back, stretching. The action pushed her breasts forward against the clinging short t-shirt. Her tanned waist and long legs was a traffic stopper in itself. To make it worse, the backdrop of the sun created a halo around the exotic silhouette.
    “Damn it,” Jet swore.
    He watched her fingers comb her hair into one of those ponytail things women do. The result was a sweet and innocent face. But there was nothing sweet or innocent about the rest of her.
    “Damn it,” he swore again as attempts to secure the smooth rope at the back of her head caused luscious rapid movement in front. Jet averted his head and met the raised eyebrows of his deputy.
    “Who-wee! Is that who you hit?” Mark glanced over again, taking note of the damaged Lexus. He shook his head, chuckling. “Celeste ain’t going to like this.”
    Controlling his irritation, Jet corrected Mark on who hit who, ignoring his comment about Celeste.
    “I wasn’t the cause of the accident, our little Lolita was.” But through his ire, Jet’s voice came out husky.
    “She’s something else, isn’t she?”
    “Nothing to lose your head over,” Jet dismissed…too casually.
    “I guess not,” he said, but a knowing smile played around his mouth.
    Jet sent a quiet warning, narrowing his eyes before releasing a hard breath.
    “Just get the frickin’ camera,” he muttered.
    Mark smirked before angling away to the Blazer.
    Jet returned to Walter and Mike as they were finalizing the adjustments necessary to flip the patrol car upright.
    “Almost ready?” he asked.
    “A few more minutes. I wanna make sure she holds tight when we turn her,” Walter replied.
    “Want me to take the pictures?” Mark joined them, camera in hand.
    “I’ll do it,” Jet said.
    The time it took was swift and when finished, Jet gestured toward the Lexus and the woman now leaning against it.
    “I need you to play escort. Come on.”
    Mark brightened, causing Jet to throw him a disgusted look before proceeding across the road.
    * * * *
    At their approach, Lily noted again the graceful panther coming toward her. No doubting the man’s amazing sex appeal. Too bad he had that whole personality problem. She quickly looked away and encountered a smiling man with brown eyes.
    The sheriff’s deep voice made the introductions. “This is my deputy, Mark Carnahan.”
    The younger man threw a sympathetic glance at her car and Lily warmed to his gesture.
    “Mark, this is Dr. Lily Delaney.”
    Ignoring the sardonic stress on the salutation, Lily stretched out her hand to have it engulfed in a firm friendly handshake.
    “Doctor?” The deputy’s brows rose, shooting a glance at his boss’s injuries.
    “Therapeutic, not medical,” her most recent nemesis mimicked before she could answer.
    Lily curled her tongue to keep it quiet and focused on the shining, silver badge, eye-level to her own five feet seven.
    “Are you going to arrest me?” Even though her tone still carried a hint of hostility, she hated the traces of fear behind it. She couldn’t help it, she was scared. But sitting in a jail cell waiting for a mad-man to appear was beyond comprehension.
    Lily counted several heartbeats as she waited for what the sheriff would do. Finally, when she couldn’t stand it, she raised her head and encountered a speculative gleam in his eyes before an impenetrable mask slipped over his hard features. In a tone reminiscent of his earlier professionalism, he answered.
    “No,” he said and at her surprise, added, “not today anyway. But I’m keeping your driver’s license. Give the lake-house address to my deputy. He’ll follow you and tell you how to get to the station. I want you