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relax, Fife. And quit talking about aching —since she was , but for something far more pleasurable than another ticket. “All right, all right, Romo—keep your pants on. I’ll be out in a minute.”
    He gave her a funny look—and she realized with horror that she’d made a remark about his pants, which could indicate she was thinking about what was in them—but then he went back to being his usual crusty self. “No, not in a minute. Now . Unless you want that ticket.”
    “Sheesh,” she said, peering up at him. “So much for small town hospitality.” Then she heaved Shakespeare tothe floor, murmuring, “Silly cat,” as she pushed to her feet and whisked past Mike Romo.
    Only she passed too close, in order not to trip over the cat—and accidentally brushed up against him. Her arm touched his, and—oh dear—her breast grazed his biceps, too. And a hot, sizzling sensation rippled through her whole body as she made her way out the door. Holy God, what was that?
    Well, okay, it was a feeling you got when you came into contact with a sexually attractive man, that was all. It was a hormonal thing—even if she didn’t like knowing some small town Romo could produce that kind of response in her. But it meant nothing. It was time she got that through her head and Mike Romo off her mind. Since the two of them clearly disliked each other, even without a nasty family feud hanging over them to make it official.
    Yet as she headed toward the curb, she sensed him catching the door behind her and following her out. And she became aware that he’d smelled…kind of manly. In a different way than men in Chicago smelled. Sort of musky. And rugged.
    Oh, stop it, for heaven’s sake. The man smells like sweat, that’s all. It’s August.
    But when had the smell of sweat started…turning her on?
    And as she made her way around her car, noting the police cruiser parked in front of it, she found herself wondering if he might be watching her—her body, her ass.
    When she reached the driver’s side door, she gave him a cutting look over the roof of her 325i. “Um, aren’t you illegally parked, too?”
    Although she hadn’t been trying to make a joke, Officer Romeo appeared, for the first time, as if he might actually crack a smile. But then he didn’t. “Cops can park wherever necessary in order to uphold the law.”
    “Of course they can,” she murmured. Then said,“Where am I supposed to park, Romeo? Since I’d like to come back and see my friends, if you don’t mind.”
    He pointed. “There’s an open spot on the other side of the square.”
    “Fine,” she snipped, then got in, started the car, and pulled out, careful not to nip his bumper. God, he probably would put her in jail then .
    As she maneuvered her car into in the empty spot, she wondered when on earth Destiny had started having enough traffic to run low on parking. And as she got out, she realized Romeo had circled the square in his cruiser and was pulling up beside her. What now ? Was he going to criticize her parking in some way? Or…was it possible he just wanted to watch her some more when she walked back across the grassy square? Not that she was positive he’d been watching in the first place—but she thought so.
    And without quite planning it, she found herself sauntering toward him, even leaning down into his open window. “Is that good enough, Romeo? Did I get inside the lines? Am I close enough to the curb? Am I walking too fast, or too slow? Is there any other way you can harass me? Anything more you want me to do?” Then it hit her—good Lord, was she trying to flash him her cleavage? Surely not.
    Like back in front of the bookstore, she almost thought he would smile—yet, again, he didn’t. “Yeah. You can tell Edna I said hi.”
    Thoroughly surprised, Rachel raised her eyebrows. “As if she’d want a hello from a Romo.” That’s when she realized his eyes had that bedroom quality to them. Crap—why did I have to notice