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him.
    “How about we talk about your weapons first?”
    He held her gaze. “How did you find them?”
    He clearly hadn’t thought she would. At the beginning of her career, it had annoyed her that men tended to underestimate her. Then she’d realized that it was an advantage.
    “Just came back from special training with the CBP. They spent three entire days on tips and tricks for spotting secret compartments. Same training you received, I assume? Since you claim you work for them?”
    Smuggling had been getting out of hand in the area until a sudden recent drop she didn’t think would last. And now with the counterfeit money nonsense... She needed skills that would help her put an end to that. As she watched him, she wondered if he was a CBP agent gone bad. It happened.
    “You’re making a mistake here.”
    “Oh, Lord,” she said easily. “I make at least ten a day, for sure.” She smiled. “Why are you in Pebble Creek, Jamie?”
    “I told you. I consult for CBP,” he said morosely, but sat back down and let Delancy take his fingerprints.
    Consulting now, was it? His story was subtly changing. There was more here, something he wasn’t telling her.
    “And you needed those guns for...”
    “I spend a lot of time on the border.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Monitoring smuggling.”
    Or helping it along, most likely.
    Sheriff Davis was dead, the new sheriff elections mere weeks away. She’d been away for training and out of the loop, way too much dropping on her lap the day she’d come back. Like counterfeit twenties showing up.
    She’d notified the CIA as soon as she’d caught the first. They were sending an agent before the end of the week to investigate. Acid bubbled in her stomach every time she thought of that. She wasn’t a big fan of outsiders messing around in her town.
    And if that wasn’t enough, now she had Jamie Cassidy to deal with. She was starting to feel the beginnings of a headache.
    He was watching her, his eyes hard, his face closed, his masculine mouth pressed into a line—not exactly a picture of cooperation. If this went the way she thought it would, she’d be here all day and then some. Which meant she’d have to call her sister and let her know she’d be late. Not a good thing with Katie being so bad with even the slightest change in her routine.
    “How long have you been in town?” she asked as Delancy left with the fingerprint kit, closing the door behind her.
    “A couple of weeks.”
    Which coincided with the counterfeit money showing up.
    He rubbed the heels of his hands over his knees, drawing her attention there. How much did she know about what was really under his jeans, anyway? She’d felt metal. But was all of that his prosthetics?
    She stood to walk around the desk. “Would you mind rolling up your pants?” she asked in her friendliest tone. “In light of the weapons we found in your car, I’d feel more comfortable if I made a full search. Just to set my mind at ease.”
    If he’d been cold before, he went subzero now, his gaze turning to black ice. Every muscle in his body tensed. She’d definitely hit a nerve.
    Would he hit back? She was ready to defend herself, not that she was looking forward to tackling him. He looked strong, quick and capable.
    She should have asked Delancy to stay as backup, she thought too late. Jamie was already on his feet.
    * * *
    A NGER AND HUMILIATION washed over Jamie as he stood. He’d played along long enough. He didn’t have time for this. “You need to let me make that call.”
    The next thing he knew, he was shoved face-first into the wall, his right hand twisted up behind his back, his cheek rubbing into the brick. Air whooshed out of his lungs, more from surprise than anything else.
    Her transformation from sweet to tough cop was pretty spectacular and stunned him more than a little. For a second her body pressed against his full-length from the back, her soft breasts flattened against his ribs. Another place, another