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happened again.
    Not that she wouldn’t have liked it. He’d filled out in all the right places after joining the military. He’d been good looking before but he’d come back ripped and toned and not in that gross gym rat way. Even today he wore his dark hair cropped close. And those blue eyes of his still had the ability to make her melt. Sometimes it felt like he could see right through her, all the way to her fantasies. She wasn’t sure why she’d even brought up the almost-kiss when she should be doing everything in her power to avoid talking about anything that involved their lips meshing.
    When he didn’t say anything else, she plucked her purse off the coffee table and stood. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me but you don’t need to follow me into town today.”
    “I’m not following you. You’re riding with me. I know you’re busy so you can take my truck and do whatever it is you need to do.” He spoke as if she had no choice in the matter.
    “That’s stupid. Besides, what are you going to do for a vehicle?”
    “After we go to the sheriff’s station you can drop me off at the feed store where I’ll catch a ride with Grant. I’ve already talked to him.” He’d lost a lot of his drawl after being gone for almost a decade, but it came back in full force when he was being extra bossy.
    “Mac, that makes no sense—”
    “For all we know, Martin’s killer is still on the loose. I’m not taking the chance someone recognized you…or saw your car leaving the scene. They could have gotten your license plate number. It’s not that hard to track someone that way. I don’t want you driving around in your car today. Not until we have more information.” By the firm set of his jaw she knew it would be pointless to argue, but sometimes the man riled her up.
    “Look, I know I came to you for help last night, but—”
    “It’s not up for discussion, darlin’ .”
    At the word darlin’, the argument died on her lips. Didn’t he know how to take all the wind out of her sails? “Fine.” She might not like his domineering attitude but a part of her she didn’t want to admit existed, kind of liked the way he was insisting on taking care of her.
    Over the years they’d butted heads a few times but the way he was acting now was somehow different. Grunting something incomprehensible, he palmed his keys and strode for the front door.
    As he trailed in front of her she couldn’t help but watch that tight, firm butt. She’d fantasized way too many times what it would be like to grab onto him. Just once. Okay, maybe more than once. Spending more time with him was going to make those cravings worse. Especially now that she’d had a taste of him.
     
     

 

     
     

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    Eve lived in a ranch style house in a small subdivision right on the outskirts of town so it took less than ten minutes to reach downtown.
    Mac hated everything about what they were doing, but he didn’t see another option. At least she hadn’t balked too much at driving his truck around today. He might not be able to keep an eye on her all the time but until they figured out who was responsible for Martin’s death, it would have to do.
    As Eve sat inside Sheriff Marcel’s office not-so-subtly drilling the man with questions, Mac took his time pouring a cup of coffee at the table directly outside the office. From what he could tell, the sheriff had an open door policy and kept the coffee stand next to his office for a reason. He wanted to keep a pulse on his officers, something Mac appreciated.
    “You can tell whoever your source is that they’re mistaken. We followed up on a bogus lead last night to the Underwood’s and found nothing there,” the sheriff said.
    Mac frowned as he stirred sugar he didn’t want into the coffee. Anything to drag out his excuse for loitering.
    “My source is impeccable,” Eve snapped back.
    “Not this time, they’re not. The pool house was clean. No blood and