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within him , which he’d tried to bury a long time ago. Ridiculously relieved that she wasn’t having sex, Sawyer backed up to go. She was home, safe and sound, and that was all he cared about.
    “Sawyer? What are you doing here?”
    Good question. He opened his mouth with absolutely no idea exactly what he planned to say, but Lance suddenly staggered and put his hand to his head.
    Chloe instantly slid an arm around Lance’s narrow waist to steady him. “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing,” Lance said, pushing free. “Got up too fast, is all.”
    “Here, sit.” Ignoring his resistance, Chloe gently pushed Lance back inside, to the couch in the small living room. With a hand on his shoulder, she lifted her face to Sawyer, leveling him with her dark green eyes.
    A jolt went through him, a zap of something he didn’t care to name.
    “What can I do for you, Sheriff?” she asked.
    Yeah, Sawyer, what can she do for you ? He searched his brain. “You can explain breaking the noise ordinance.”
    Lance laughed softly.
    “Noise ordinance?” Chloe asked. “I broke the noise ordinance with my pretend orgasm?”
    “You did sound like a mule stuck in a tar pit,” Lance said helpfully.
    “A mule—” Chloe choked on a laugh. “Okay, no one who’s heard the real thing would ever even think of comparing me to a mule.”
    This information didn’t help Sawyer  at all . “Is that right?”
    Chloe’s gaze locked on his. In the sudden charged silence, Lance cleared his throat. “This is weird. I’m going to the kitchen now, while the two of you finish…whatever the hell this is. Call for me if you’re going to need bailing out, Chloe.”
    “Sure,” she said, her gaze never leaving Sawyer’s. “I’ll let you know if I end up in cuffs.”
    Lance grimaced. “Okay, never mind. Don’t call me.”
    Chloe laughed, but Sawyer was stuck on the mental image of her in his cuffs. If he’d been half the cop he liked to think he was, it wouldn’t, couldn’t , cause such an erotic rush.
    Something came into Chloe’s eyes that told him she knew exactly where his mind had just gone—and that just maybe hers had gone there, too. The temperature in the room seemed to shoot up, but the sound of a harsh coughing in the kitchen, hard and relentless, like someone was dying, sent a chill down Sawyer’s back.
    Chloe rushed into the kitchen, instantly all soft, warm, caring woman, in a way that Sawyer had never seen directed at him. When he followed, he found her murmuring something for Lance’s ears only, reaching for him.
    Lance, clearly not willing to be babied, held her off, pounding a fist to his own chest to try to catch some desperately needed air. When he’d finally recovered, he looked over Chloe’s head at Sawyer. “If you’re here to make sure she’s not going to Eagle’s Bluff tonight, the coast’s clear. She’s not going.”
    “Wait— What?” Chloe said, dividing a look between both men. “Nick has more dogs?”
    Lance’s face went blank. “ Had .”
    Sawyer sighed. “You took them already.”
    “That would be breaking and entering, and stealing,” Lance said.
    Ah, Christ. Sawyer didn’t know whether to be relieved that Lance hadn’t dragged Chloe into it again, or be pissed off that he’d once again taken matters into his own hands instead of letting Sawyer handle it. He settled on pissed off because it was easier. “It has to go through proper channels to get it stopped permanently. You know that.”
    “Proper channels are too slow for the dogs,” Lance said unapologetically.
    “If you get caught with them, Raybo will press charges.”
    Lance shrugged. He didn’t care. And why should he? The guy was already facing a virtual death sentence with the CF, which left him hell bent and determined to say “fuck you” to karma whenever possible.
    Chloe was giving Lance a dark look. She was pissed. But Lance just shook his head. “Like you needed another mention in the paper as a