The Marshal. Adrienne Giordano

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      “Yet another tragedy,” Brent said.

      “What?”

      “That you were fifteen pounds lighter.”

      In the lit interior of the car, she studied his face. Looking for the tell that he was charming her into possibly removing her clothes. Which, if he kept talking like that, just might happen. Without a doubt, every one of her brain cells must have evaporated. Only explanation for this attack of flightiness.

      “You don’t like skinny women?”

      “Brent?” his aunt called from the front of the house. “Everything okay?”

      He backed away and straightened. “We’re good! Seat belt jammed.”

      He shut the door, came around the driver’s side, hopped in and fired the engine. “If we stay here, she’ll be all over us.”

      Jenna waited. Would he answer her about the skinny women thing? Part of her wanted to know. The other part wanted to run. Although the extra fifteen pounds had only brought her to a size eight, it still bothered her. Made her wonder what men saw when they looked at the ex-beauty queen whose body had gone fluffy.

      At the road, Brent hit the gas and the car tore through the blackness of the country road, the only sound being the radio on low volume. Tim McGraw maybe, but Jenna couldn’t tell. She was more of a pop music girl.

      “No,” Brent said.

      “No what?”

      “I don’t like skinny women. And it’s a damned shame you think you looked better fifteen pounds lighter because, honey, you’re wrong.”

      Oh, she might like where this conversation was heading. “I don’t think I looked better.”

      “Liar.”

      “Hey!”

      “Just admit it and be done with it. I saw your picture—nice gown by the way—and I can promise you, from a completely male perspective, you looked like a bean pole back then. A guy my size would break that girl in half.”

      “Did you somehow get drunk when you were outside with your family?”

      He smiled at that and she liked the sight of it.

      “Calling it like I see it,” he said again.

      “Well, thank you, I suppose. For the compliment.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      “It never hurts to hear someone appreciates your looks.”

      For a quick second, he turned and the dashboard glow lit his face as he helped himself to a look at her body. “I definitely appreciate your looks. I’d imagine most men do. I think you know that.”

      The side of his mouth quirked again—all male and sexy and devilish—and my, oh, my, Jenna’s stomach did a flip. “You’re flirting with me.”

      “I might be.”

      “Is that wise?”

      He laughed. “Probably not. But as I recall, you do your share of flirting.”

      She shifted sideways in her seat and the belt scraped the side of her neck. Darn it, that’d leave a mark. Forget it. She needed a snappy comeback, but the big ox was right. Her flirting wasn’t personal, though. What? How insane would she sound if she said that? When she flirted, she did it to get somewhere, to make progress. Flirting for her had become a tactic. A strategic tool in her arsenal.

      “We’re adults,” she said. “Let’s just throw it out there that there’s chemistry between us. Or am I totally wrong?”

      Sounding a little desperate here, Jenna. What was it with her? Always needing the ego boost. Always needing approval. Blame it on her years of being judged in contests and her failure to get into the FBI, but she couldn’t get through the day without wondering what people thought of her.

      “You’re not wrong.”

      “About the chemistry, or flirting not being wise?”

      “Both.”

      She sighed, turned to the front again. “I need to do a good job on this, Brent. It’s important to me.”

      “News flash, honey, it’s important to me, too. If you don’t want me flirting with you, I won’t flirt, but you set that tone the second I met you in the hallway outside Penny’s office last spring. Make up your mind what you want from me, Jenna. If you want this all business, it’ll be all business. It can’t be both ways. You decide.”

      This man could have grown up in her household. So direct and strong and honest. “I want to do a good job for you. For your mom. She deserves that.”

      “Yes, she does.”

      “I like flirting with you. For once, it’s not a prop. It’s fun and you have a great smile that I don’t think you show enough. It makes me feel good that I can get you to smile.”

      And again, it all rolled around to what made her feel good. Pathetic. She waved her hands and looked out the window. “No flirting.”

      “Fine. No flirting. And yeah, you get me to smile, and that doesn’t happen a lot.”

      So much for no flirting.

      “There’s one thing I want to know.”

      “What’s that?”

      He glanced at her. “I’m not being a jerk here, I’m seriously curious.”

      “I’ve been warned. Ask away.”

      “How does someone go from being the runner-up in the Miss Illinois pageant to being a private investigator? And, again, I’m not being a jerk.”

      “I don’t mind. People have asked me this question a million times. My father is a career detective. I’ve always been fascinated by what he does. I’d sit and ask him questions. Two of my four brothers are also cops and will probably make detective. I guess you could say we played a lot of real-life Clue when I was little.”

      “So, how’d you get to being a PI? Why not join the PD?”

      Leave it to him to pursue it. Most people were satisfied with the my-dad-is-a-detective line and dropped the subject. Not Brent. He had to know it all. She looked out the window where the tollway lights dimmed in the distance.

      She turned back to him. “I was a psychology major in college.”

      “I could see that. You study people.”

      “I like to know what makes them tick. After I graduated, I couldn’t see myself in an office all day counseling people. I needed to be out and moving, so I applied for the FBI.”

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