Return of the Lawman. Lisa Childs

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СКАЧАТЬ brought Dylan Matthews to his full, masculine potential. Despite how mad she was, Lindsey had to appreciate his long legs, lean hips and wide chest. His tan uniform displayed his impressive physique to perfection.

      The brisk morning breeze tousled his golden blond hair. The sun glinted off the dark glasses he wore. She wanted them off. She wanted to see if his eyes were as deep a blue as she’d remembered in some stray dreams.

      While she drooled over him, lost in la-la land, he tapped on the window. Startled, she quickly rolled it down.

      “License and registration, ma’am.” Deputy Dylan Matthews used the same deep, impersonal tone he’d always used when citing her for a traffic violation.

      But then he’d used her name, at least. Was it possible he didn’t recognize her? Was her father lying when he swore she had never changed a bit?

      “How fast was I going, Officer?” she queried politely as she reached into her leather bag. Her fingers touched on her can of pepper spray, but she passed over it for her wallet.

      “Fifteen over the posted speed limit” was his clipped reply. With a leather-gloved hand he accepted the license she’d pulled from its plastic sheath.

      Because of the concealing dark glasses, she couldn’t discern if he recognized the name. “Out-of-state license and plates,” he observed. “I need to see your registration, too, please.”

      “What? You think I stole this car? This old thing? This is the same Jeep I drove when you pulled me over when I was a kid, Dylan Matthews!” She threw open the door and flew out of the vehicle.

      He stepped back, but she was in his face with one stride. She reached for his dark glasses, but before she could whip them off, her wrist was caught tight in his leather-gloved hand.

      “Ma’am, are you assaulting an officer?” he queried, his tone too nonchalant.

      “Not yet.”

      “Are you going to invite me to frisk you like old times, Lindsey?” A grin teased one corner of his hard mouth.

      She tried to pull her wrist free, but his grip was too tight. “Very funny, Dylan. You knew me the whole time!” She lifted her other hand to pry his fingers loose. He caught that one in the glove still holding her license. The hard plastic bit into her wrist. And he pulled her closer.

      “Ooh.” She feigned a sigh. “Getting physical with me, Deputy?”

      “Isn’t that what you were always tempting me to do ten years ago, Lindsey?” His voice had dropped to a low rumble in his chest, which vibrated against hers.

      She took a quick breath. “Were you ever tempted, Dylan?” She hated the vulnerability that had slipped into her equally low voice. But he had been the first to break her foolish heart.

      After a moment he offered, “You were just a kid then.”

      “That doesn’t answer my question. Were you ever tempted to catch me any of those hundred times I threw myself at you?” Her heart ached with the old pain of every one of his rejections.

      He chuckled. “Another woman would either deny throwing herself at a man, or, at the very least, never bring it up. There’s no humility in you.” He chuckled again and eased his grip on her wrists.

      Despite her anger at him, for which he’d pay later, Lindsey was tempted to give in to desire. She leaned into his hard chest, his badge biting through her fleece sweatshirt.

      “Lindsey.” Her name was a sexy rumble in his chest. Perhaps he’d meant it as a threat. “Dylan.”

      “Haven’t learned to slow down yet?” He clicked his tongue. “How many times have I warned you about going too fast?”

      “I like fast.”

      His chuckle ended in a strained cough.

      “You’re not trying to bribe your way out of this ticket?” He cleared his throat. “You know it’s a crime to bribe an officer.”

      “What do you think I’m offering?” Lindsey asked with a coy flutter of her lashes.

      Dylan shook his head. “I don’t know. That’s what scares me.”

      Lindsey batted her lashes again. “Aw, Deputy, it won’t be anything you don’t deserve.” She flashed a bright smile.

      Despite the dark lenses of his sun glasses, she read his reaction; he stiffened against her. His chiseled lips descended toward hers. In those dark lenses were twin reflections of herself, soft and feminine, yielding. Lindsey jerked back. The last thing she ever wanted to be again was yielding.

      “Lindsey?” His head dipped close to hers, his lips just a breath away from hers. She could almost taste him.

      “I want something, Dylan.”

      A dark blond brow lifted above the rim of the sunglasses.

      “I want the truth.” Although she leaned against him, she wasn’t vulnerable anymore. She’d remembered her anger. She really hated being lied to, and her battered pride stung.

      “Jeez, you are determined. Yes, damn it, I was tempted ten years ago. I was tempted to do this….” He dropped her wrists to pull her fully into his arms. Then one gloved hand grasped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his.

      She dodged away, so that his lips grazed her cheek. “That’s not the truth I wanted, Dylan.” But the fast pounding of her heart told another story.

      He raised his head, and she fervently wished she could see his eyes. His nostrils flared as he exhaled a deep breath. “What truth do you want, Lindsey?”

      “Why are you trying to pass a murder off as a suicide?”

      “What?” He dropped his arms from around her and stepped back.

      She shivered from the loss of his body heat. “Why are you calling a murder a suicide?”

      His response came softly but succinctly. “I didn’t call anything a suicide.”

      “No, you didn’t.” She narrowed her eyes. “You sent your flunky to do your dirty work, to deal with the press.”

      He had the audacity to laugh. She wanted to belt him, but she suspected he’d arrest her for assaulting an officer. With an effort she grappled for control, amazed she’d almost lost it.

      “So you’re not denying it?”

      “Denying what? I didn’t send my flunky to do anything. I don’t have a flunky. I told a young deputy to tell you to come by the station today, that we’d have more information then. Nothing was said about suicide. The deputy must have drawn his own conclusion. But none of that matters.”

      “No.” A heavy sigh followed her agreement. “It doesn’t. A man is dead, murdered, and you lied about it.”

      He chuckled again, but she shivered over the coldness in his tone. “You don’t give up, Lindsey. I didn’t lie about anything. You’re trying to twist my words. Now I have СКАЧАТЬ