ridiculous. I was worn out from my day of endless preparation, and I had no makeup on. I hadn’t even thought to clean myself up before I left the bakery.
“Darlin’?” the shorter cop said. I realized I still hadn’t answered his question.
As I looked back at Mr. Tall and Appealing, I could tell by his cocky grin that he sensed my attraction to him. I smiled and quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks hot.
“I’m sure I have one in the trunk,” I replied as I popped the trunk lid with my key fob and tried to refrain from looking back at the man who had my insides in knots. I was so nervous my palms were sweating. I wondered if he was still watching me, but I wouldn’t look. I couldn’t get caught staring again. He would think I was really weird.
The shorter, blond cop stepped up to my side and leaned forward. “I’m Officer Sawyer. Noah Sawyer,” he said, winking at me before he began loosening the spare beneath the flap in my trunk. After it was free, he pulled it upward and leaned back away from the car, taking the tire with him. “That mute guy over there,” he said, pointing to the taller of them, “is Sergeant Sawyer, or Ryan, if you prefer the more personal introduction.”
“Sawyer?” I asked, looking back and forth between them before settling on the overly friendly one.
“Yeah, we’re brothers. But I’m the more manly,” he said with another wink before busying himself once again.
I took a chance and looked back at the other cop. The grin pulling at his lips made me smile in return. He nodded and stayed quiet, though he kept staring at me slyly, which only made my heart race even more.
As they made changing a tire look like a walk in the park, I took the opportunity to inspect both of them a little further, looking for similarities. The fact they were brothers floored me, because they seemed so different. Noah had a great build, muscular and fit. But Ryan’s tall, lean body held my attention. He was extremely attractive, just one of those men you couldn’t stop staring at no matter how hard you tried. I couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to be wrapped in his embrace or curled into his side.
Ryan looked back over his shoulder with a coy smile, almost like he could feel my eyes on him. My heart was racing and my head was spinning as he studied me with curiosity. As they finished up, I admired how his shirt hugged his fit arms and broad shoulders, and I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a groan. I was one lucky girl. Two sexy-as-sin cops had come to my rescue, and now I had a story to tell Bailey. She’d be sorry she missed this trip to the store.
As they stood up, I stepped back a little, allowing them room. Ryan took my old tire and put it in the trunk of his cruiser.
“We’ll have that checked out for ya,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, nodding.
“So now that you know our names, what’s yours?” Noah asked as he brushed off his pants and stepped up beside me.
“Oh, wow, I’m sorry,” I said, realizing with embarrassment that I was so wrapped up in admiring Ryan that I hadn’t told them. “My name is Amber Dirksen. I’m the new owner of Helen’s Bakery. Well, it’s actually Heavenly Temptations now. Helen was my grandmother,” I said as I held my hand out to Noah.
He placed his palm against mine and shook my hand. I turned to Ryan and offered him a handshake too. His gaze dropped toward my outstretched palm, and he slowly placed his hand against mine. He had strong, calloused hands, and a firm grip, and my insides clenched from his touch.
Sergeant Ryan Sawyer had just made Livingston, Montana, my favorite place in the world.
Chapter Five
Ryan
Noah let out a heavy groan as we stared out the windshield while Amber crawled into her car and buckled her seat belt. She offered a small wave before she pulled away from the curb and drove away.
Noah shook his head. “That girl is