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then looked up languidly. "You've had your phone call, Mr. Kincaid.
    Why don't you relax? Take a tip from Dynamite there," she suggested, wiggling her fingers toward the mound of dog. "Take a nap."
    Phil curled his hands around the bars and shook them. "Woman, I have to use the phone. It's important."
    "It always is," Tory murmured before she lowered her eyes to the paper again.
    Ready to sacrifice principle for expediency, Phil growled at her. "Look, I'll sign the ticket. Just let me out of here." *
    "You're welcome to sign the ticket," she returned pleasantly, "but it won't get you out. There's also the charge of resisting arrest."
    "Of all the phony, trumped-up—"
    "I could add creating a public nuisance," she considered, then glanced over the top of her papers with a smile. He was furious. It showed in the rigid stance of his hard body, in the grim mouth and fiery eyes.
    Tory felt a small twinge in the nether regions of her stomach. Oh, yes, she could clearly see why his name was linked with dozens of attractive women. He was easily the most beautiful male animal she'd ever seen.
    It was that trace of aristocratic aloofness, she mused, coupled with the really extraordinary physique and explosive temper. He was like some sleek, undomesticated cat.
    Their eyes warred with each other for a long, silent moment. His were stony; hers were calm.
    "All right," he muttered, "how much?"
    Tory lifted a brow. "A bribe, Kincaid?"
    He knew his quarry too well by this time. "No. How much is my fine...Sheriff?"
    "Two hundred and fifty dollars." She sent her hair over her shoulder with a quick toss of her head. "Or you can post bail for five hundred."
    Scowling at her, Phil reached for his wallet. When I get out of here, he thought dangerously, I'm going to make that tasty little morsel pay for this. A glance in his wallet found him more than a hundred dollars short of bond. Phil swore, then looked back at Tory. She still had the gently patient smile on her face. He could cheerfully strangle her. Instead he tried another tack. Charm had always brought him success with women.
    "I lost my temper before, Sheriff," he began, sending her the slightly off-center smile for which he was known. "I apologize. I've been on the road for several days and your deputy got under my skin." Tory went on smiling. "If I said anything out of line to you, it was because you just don't fit the image of small-town peace officer." He grinned and became boyishly appealing—Tom Sawyer caught with his hand in the sugar bowl.
    Tory lifted one long, slim leg and crossed it over the other on the desk. "A little short, are you, Kincaid?"
    Phil clenched his teeth on a furious retort. "I don't like to carry a lot of cash on the road."
    "Very wise," she agreed with a nod. "But we don't accept credit cards."
    "Damn it, I have to get out of here!"
    Tory studied him dispassionately. "I can't buy claustrophobia," she said. "Not when I read you crawled into a two-foot pipe to check camera angles on Night of Desperation.''
    "It's not—" Phil broke off. His eyes narrowed. "You know who I am?"
    "Oh, I make it to the movies a couple of times a year," she said blithely.
    The narrowed eyes grew hard. ' 'If this is some kind of shakedown—'
    Her throaty laughter cut him off. "Your self-importance is showing." His expression grew so incredulous, she laughed again before she rose. "Kincaid, I don't care who you are or what you do for a living, you're a bad-tempered man who refused to accept the law and got obnoxious." She sauntered over to the cell. Again he caught the hint, of a subtle perfume that suited French silk, more than laded denim. "I'm obliged to rehabilitate you."
    He forgot his anger in simple appreciation of blatant beauty. "God, you've got a face," he muttered. "I could work a whole damn film around that face." The words surprised her. Tory was perfectly aware that she was physically attractive. She would have been a fool to think otherwise, and she'd heard men offer
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