Landry's Law. Kelsey Roberts

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      “What for?” Junior asked, meekly.

      Seth slapped him reassuringly on the back. “Just a few questions and loose ends. Nothing earth-shattering.”

      Olive began to fan her face. “Seth Landry, don’t you dare accuse poor Savannah of killing those men. You ought to be out looking for one of those predator killers I’ve seen on the TV.”

      “Yes, ma’am,” Seth replied. “Give me a minute to call Chance.”

      While Seth was on the phone, Junior ventured in Savannah’s direction. “You don’t have to go with him,” he half whispered. Junior was a very smart man in spite of his submissive personality. Savannah knew better than to insult his intelligence.

      “He’s harmless,” Savannah insisted. “I’ve got nothing to be worried about. I didn’t do anything.”

      “I know,” Junior said with unusual force. “But when you’re alone with him, you don’t know what will happen. If you get into a jam, call me and I’ll send a lawyer right over to the sheriff’s office for you, okay?”

      Savannah nodded and gave his forearm a gentle squeeze as she smiled up at her friend. “It will probably take less than a half hour,” she promised him. “Can you take time away from your accounting work to help your mom?”

      Junior’s eyes were downcast again. “Of course. I always take care of Mother.”

      Savannah’s heart tugged when she heard the devotion in the man’s voice. So maybe some of the people in town thought mother and son were too close, but Savannah admired and even envied their bond.

      “Chance and Val will be here asap,” Seth announced after hanging up the phone.

      “That brother of yours is wonderful,” Olive fairly purred. “All of you Landrys are good boys, in spite of that unpleasantness with Clayton.”

      For the first time, Savannah saw Seth’s happy facade slip. The devil-may-care look in his big, dark eyes was momentarily replaced by intense pain. The only gossip she had garnered about Clayton was that he was in prison. It had to be tough to be the town sheriff and have a criminal for a brother.

      “We’re still in the appeal process,” Seth said. “The next hearing is set for spring.”

      Olive reached out withered hands to Seth. “You know we’re all pulling for him.”

      “Thanks, Miss Olive.”

      Once again the bell tolled. “Hello, Dr. Landry. Miss Greene,” Savannah greeted.

      Chance gave her a wink and said, “Chance, please.”

      “Ditto here. I prefer Val,” Chance’s nurse said.

      There was no doubt in Savannah’s mind that the good Lord had smiled upon the Landry men. Chance was almost as attractive as his brother. His black hair was cut short and there were a few gray hairs at his temple. He also had the same sexy half smile as Seth.

      Sexy? her little voice queried. I cannot find Seth sexy! That is against the rules.

      “Ready?” Seth inquired.

      Savannah simply nodded, afraid she might blurt out just exactly what she was ready for. And it wasn’t another interrogation. She placed the beaded dress behind the counter and explained to Olive she was going to purchase it when she returned.

      As she came around from behind the counter, Seth took her coat off the rack and held it out for her. The simple way he guided her arms inside the garment was the closest thing she’d come to foreplay in ages. She was aware of everything. The heat emanating from his large body. And the warmth generated by the feel of his fingertip brushing her neck as he gently pulled her hair free.

      The even sound of his breathing was embarrassing. Mainly because hers was coming in shallow, hurried gulps. Maybe Junior was right. Maybe Seth could convince her of anything in an hour’s time. If she didn’t get her hormones in check, it would take him less than a minute to be able to convince her to have sex with him.

      Luckily, as soon as they were outside the cold air slapped her in the face and brought her sense of reason back. It didn’t matter if Seth was attractive and sexy. Montana was temporary. Hence, anything that started between them would have to be temporary by definition, and Savannah did not do temporary.

      The snow piled near the curb was black and ugly. Nothing like the pristine, white-capped mountains she could see from her cabin. Lord, but she had hated that cabin when she first set eyes on it. Now, however, she had made it feel more like home, mostly with odds and ends she had picked up at the shop.

      “You don’t have to look so uncomfortable,” Seth commented when they reached his office. “I don’t use the bright lights and Taser on women.”

      “Gee, that’s good to know.”

      He led her past his gawking deputy. J.D. was still young enough to be unable to keep his reaction to a beautiful woman in check. After feeling the softness of the skin at the nape of Savannah’s neck, Seth had some serious doubts about his own abilities.

      He offered her the chair across from his cluttered desk. Somehow, having a desk littered with pending DUI and poaching complaints between them made Seth feel a little more comfortable. A little more like a professional.

      Apparently following his lead, Savannah pulled off her coat and left it on the chair. If she was the least bit concerned, it didn’t show on her face. Or in those incredible eyes of hers. Beneath the fluorescent light of his office, they appeared more brown than blue. Yet just a second earlier, out in the glare of the afternoon sun, he would have sworn they were more blue.

      “Coffee?” he asked.

      She shook her head.

      “Tea, soda?”

      “Nothing, thanks.”

      Seth pushed some papers around on his desk, trying to see if his stall tactic made her nervous. It didn’t. He continued to shuffle things around. “So, why did you pick forensic psychology?”

      “To understand why people commit crimes,” was her easy answer.

      He lifted his eyes to hers and suggested, “Because they’re criminals?”

      That elicited a smile from her. “Granted. But don’t you want to know the motives of the people you arrest?”

      He shrugged. “Motive isn’t necessary for prosecution.”

      She leaned forward to the edge of the desk.

      Bad move, he decided. That simple action made the pale pink sweater further outline her delicious body. The delicious body he wasn’t supposed to be noticing.

      “Don’t you feel better, though, when you know why a crime was committed?”

      Reluctantly, he nodded. “I suppose.”

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