Tempting The Sheriff. Kathy Altman

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      Vaughn strode into her office, bringing the smell of fresh bread and sunshine.

      “Chicken,” he said, and tossed the bag onto her desk.

      “I asked for tuna.”

      “I meant you. I thought you said what’s done is done. Why’d you throw me to the dogs like that? Or should I say, the Catletts?”

      Lily turned a snort into a cough. Busted. Slowly she raised her head, fighting a smirk. Surprise stole the urge to smile when she glimpsed the humor in his eyes.

      Just her luck. He could dish it out and take it.

      “You’re right,” she muttered. “I’m sorry.” She pushed to her feet. “Next time I’ll let you know what you’re getting into.”

      “I’d appreciate that. Though if we’re going to be honest here, if I’d known what I was in for, I’d have gotten lost on the way over.”

      “I’d feel less guilty if you weren’t such a good sport.”

      “Yeah,” he drawled. “That won’t work for me.”

      “Fair enough.” She grabbed her purse, plopped it on top of a stack of folders and rummaged for her wallet. “So...” She glanced up. “How was it?”

      “As painful as you meant it to be, but I believe we reached an understanding.” He traded the bills she handed him for two quarters and a dime. “That calendar should be as popular as Mona appears to be.”

      “She did earn herself a reputation.”

      “So will I, if I don’t get rid of this shirt.”

      Lily’s smirk won out. “So what did you think of Hazel and June?”

      “I already knew them. They live beside my uncle.” He cleared his throat. “His house, I mean.”

      “I am sorry about Emerson. I should have said it sooner.”

      Fulton’s gaze flattened. “I’m sorry you arrested him.”

      Lily stiffened. “I did what I had to do.”

      “He was dying,” he said simply.

      She wouldn’t defend herself. It wouldn’t do any good, considering the anger that simmered in his hard, dark eyes. She knew better than he did that not all of that anger was directed at her.

      “What’s done is done,” she said.

      “That apply to anyone else but you?”

      For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

      “Well,” Lily finally said into the quiet as she gestured at the bag on her desk. “Thank you.”

      He gave a curt nod, and turned toward the door.

      “You’re not eating?” Damn you, guilt. The last thing she needed to do was connect with this guy, on any level. Especially a physical one, which meant she needed to stop checking him out.

      Just in time, she averted her gaze from the enticing strain of biceps beneath his shirtsleeves.

      He pivoted in the doorway. A hint of smugness flitted across his face, giving her the impression he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. “The mayor invited me to lunch.”

      Her knee jerked and banged against the desk. She swallowed a swearword. “Give him my best,” she said cheerfully.

      Fulton lifted an eyebrow.

      “Never mind,” she muttered.

      “Nice glasses,” he said, and left.

      I hope you both choke. Lily poked at the bag containing her sandwich. Too bad her new deputy had taken her appetite with him.

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      CLARISSA MARCHED FROM one buzzing streetlight to the next, too frustrated to care about the darkness in between. Resentment spiked with every strike of stiletto on pavement. What was the use of offering to do someone a favor if you couldn’t do it with a smile? But damn it, she’d been doing good deeds all day and her cheeks freaking hurt.

      First her neighbor in the apartment above hers had needed help picking out a suit for his job interview. Then the elderly couple below had needed a ride to the grocery store. After lunch, JD had called from his sickbed to ask her to find the designer sunglasses he’d spent an entire paycheck on. When she wasn’t on the phone or the radio, or running an errand for her grumpalicious boss, she was rifling through trash cans and walking the corridors of the courthouse, scanning the scuff-marked linoleum for JD’s shades. It might have been fun if she’d managed to recruit Vaughn to help. But he’d spent most of the afternoon with the mayor.

      Which had nearly sent the sheriff over the edge. Hence Lily’s fouler than foul mood.

      In the end, where had Clarissa found the blasted shades? In JD’s mail slot. Lily must have put them there then forgotten all about it. By the time Clarissa discovered them, she was mad enough to break the stupid things in half.

      To top it all off, Lily had asked her to work late so they could finish three months’ worth of expense reports. That was what Lily did when she was upset—she worked overtime on top of her overtime, and every now and then Clarissa got to do it with her. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Clarissa had thought to order more than one sandwich at lunch, or if the vending machine had offered more than pretzels and chewing gum. Lily, who never seemed to eat enough for half a person, let alone a workaholic, never even noticed Clarissa’s stomach grumbling.

      Of course, she did have a lot on her mind. A lot of man on her mind. Clarissa doubted her boss was thinking about Vaughn Fulton for anywhere near the right reason, but still. She hadn’t seen Lily so infuriated since the mayor informed them he was cutting their office supplies budget because they used too much toilet paper.

      Clarissa shifted the stack of books in her arms, almost losing the entire pile when the library’s air-conditioning unit kicked on. She passed the small garden built to screen the unit and breathed in the sweet, thick smell of honeysuckle. Her sour mood faded.

      This was her final favor of the day, returning half a dozen hardback romances the clerk of the court had inadvertently left on one of the benches just inside the courthouse entrance. A quick text had ended up with Clarissa agreeing to take them back. Easy peasy. But if she hadn’t had to work late, she’d have been able to take care of it in the daylight.

      Hang in there, chickie. As soon as you get rid of these, you can head home, scramble yourself some eggs and see what’s on BBC.

      And tomorrow she’d tell anyone who asked for a favor to suck it.

      She rounded the rear corner of the library and strode over to the heavy metal drawer built into the brick. Since all six books wouldn’t fit inside at once, she set the stack down on the brick pavers. She scooped up the СКАЧАТЬ