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recovered, replacing the expression with disinterest. “I’m interested in one thing and one thing only, Emma: finding your father before he gets himself into any more trouble.” He turned his attention to Deputy Morgan and said, “Ethan, where would you like to do this?”
    Morgan and Courtney continued on ahead of them, and Morgan answered, “There’s an interview room two doors down to our right. We’ll use that one.”
    Without a word—or a second glance—McCabe caught up with the other two deputies and led the way down the hall. Crap. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t been able to dazzle him on her first attempt, but she was still in field goal range and, as far as Emma was concerned, had another down to go. Her flirty behavior was nothing more than an artfully planned defense. A sleight of hand meant to distract. To deflect scrutiny. Flirting was all about showing interest. As a general rule, people enjoyed attention—it was human nature. By giving attention, she was taking it away from herself. And most people didn’t even realize they were being maneuvered. The question was, would she be able to pull one over on McCabe and his cronies?
    Or would they see right through her act?

Chapter Three
    How in the hell could Landon possibly be expected to concentrate while cooped up with Emma in a room the size of a closet? Her scent enveloped him, a cloud of vanilla and honeysuckle that dulled his mind and heated his blood. I even got all dressed up for you. Jesus. His mouth had gone dry at her seductive tone even though he knew she was playing him, trying to draw his focus and scramble his thoughts. Well, it fucking worked. Putting one foot in front of the other was damned near impossible when all he wanted to do was turn around and drink in the sight of her in those ridiculously tight jeans and that black leather jacket that just barely skimmed her waistband, hugging every curve.
    That outfit, coupled with the wild curls of her dark hair and smoky eyes, made Emma look like sin that was worth going to hell for. And right about now, Landon could feel the flames licking at his skin. Do not let her get the upper hand here. So what if she’s gorgeous? You’re in charge here, not her . Yeah, right. As though that little bit of self-coaching were going to do anything about the blood that was slowly draining from his brain and venturing south.
    As a professional courtesy, Morgan and his partner hung back, allowing Landon to run point. They flanked him on either side of a rectangular table, all three of them facing Emma. If that wasn’t intimidating, he didn’t know what was. If they played this right, they’d have her singing whatever song they wanted by the time this interview was over and he’d have Javier Ruiz in custody before dinner. Great. Awesome. Fan-freaking-tastic . The sooner he could get away from Emma and her intoxicating, adrenaline-spiking presence, the better.
    “All right, let’s get to it.” There was no point in wasting time on pleasantries. “When was the last time you spoke with your father, Emma?”
    “Hmm . . .” Emma tilted her head to one side, exposing the long column of her neck. Landon swallowed and reached for the carafe of water and one of the glasses that had been left on the table. She shrugged out of her jacket, revealing a flimsy top, the fabric soft and clingy, exposing the curves of her breasts. Had someone turned the heat up? He could barely take a breath it was so damned stifling. “I try to visit him at least twice a month. More if I’m able. You can check the records at the prison to corroborate, but I have nothing to hide. The last time I spoke to him was two weeks ago. On June seventh. I drove up to Sheridan to see him.”
    She’d spoken to her father eight days before his escape. The timing could certainly put her in a position to be considered an accessory. “And where were you last week on the morning of June fifteenth? The day that your father escaped federal