Sovereign Sheriff. Cassie Miles

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      “Sure thing.”

      When Maggie stepped up beside him and touched his arm, he almost flinched. Holding his anger in check was taking all his willpower. Her touch morphed into a sisterly hug that felt like a straitjacket. He assured her, “I’m fine.”

      She looked up at him with worried eyes. “Can I get anything for you? Coffee? A sandwich? Linguini?”

      “Get out of here, sis.”

      He waited until Maggie had disappeared up the stairs and he heard the door to her room close. Then he confronted Saida.

      “I want an explanation, Princess.”

      “I’M HAPPY TO EXPLAIN.” Saida remained standing at the table. “Danny Harold is the bane of my existence. He’s after me all the time, stalking me with his camera. I suspected that he’d find a way to get close. If I gave him a photo opportunity that he couldn’t resist, he’d reveal himself.”

      Finally, Jake had gotten a direct answer from her. Not that it made any sense. She hated Danny, but she wanted to see him. What? He homed in on the important fact. “You were trying to lure him into the open.”

      “Yes.”

      “And you used me to do it.”

      “You gave me no choice,” she said. “You refused to listen to me. I have a plan.”

      A headache throbbed behind his eyes. All her fancy foot-work was making him dizzy. “I’m listening now. What’s this big plan of yours?”

      “The time of my arrival was leaked to the men who chased me. If someone who works at the resort or the airport was responsible, that person must have passed their information to the paparazzi, as well.”

      “How do you figure?”

      “People like Danny pay well for tips.” With an elegant gesture, she tucked her shiny, black hair behind her ear. “If we ask him the right questions, he’ll identify his source.”

      Either Jake was losing his mind or she was making sense. “Talking to Danny Harold is actually a decent plan.”

      “So I’m right.”

      “Don’t push it.” He went to the door and called to Deputy Wheeler. “Bring Danny in here.”

      “Can I interrogate him?” she asked. “This is my plan, after all.”

      “What do you know about interrogation?”

      “I just finished my first year at UCLA law school. All A’s except for a B in torts. I hate torts.”

      Law school? “Why are you studying law?”

      “I hope to reform the legal system in my country and in the other COIN nations. I want to do something useful.”

      He stalked past her and went into the kitchen, hoping to put distance between them. He didn’t want to be sucked into her life story.

      “Right now, all that’s expected of me is to appear on red carpets and attend charity and political events,” she said as she trailed behind him.

      “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

      “It’s a lot of work. I have to spend the whole day being coiffed, fitted and painted with makeup. Five-inch heels are gorgeous but painful. You should try it sometime.”

      He had no intention of walking a mile in her stilettos. “If you hate it so much, why do it?”

      “It’s my duty. I’m a de facto ambassador, making contacts for Jamala. It never hurts to remind people in America of our existence. Tourism is an important industry for my country.”

      He opened the cherry cabinet next to the sink, took down a striped ceramic mug and filled it to the brim with coffee. Not that he needed a wake-me-up. His adrenaline was still pumping from chasing Danny and from dealing with the princess. She was too clever, too manipulative and far too appealing.

      “Will you allow me to speak to Danny?” she asked. “Can I at least stay in the room?”

      Her cool, caramel eyes shone with confidence. After all that had happened, her poise remained unruffled. “We’ll both question him.”

      “Oh, Jake. I’m so glad we’ll be working together.”

      He had the sinking feeling that he’d somehow been recruited into a partnership he didn’t want. And if he tried to explain that they weren’t a team, she’d find a way to tighten the leash. How the hell had the princess gotten the upper hand?

       Chapter Five

      Before he became sheriff, Jake had spent seven years on the Cheyenne police force and had worked his way up to detective. Never once had he allowed the victim to participate in the interrogation of a witness. Nor had he ever conducted an investigation from his house.

      Proper procedure was being shredded. But he wanted answers, and he had the feeling that Danny Harold would respond to the princess.

      Deputy Wheeler escorted Danny, still in handcuffs, through the front door and sat him at the far end of the dining room table. The grungy little ferret beamed a toothy grin as soon as he spotted Saida. “There she is. Princess Saida Khalid of Jamala. You’ve always been one of my favorites.”

      “I can’t say the same about you.”

      “Come on, Princess. You like the attention, even if you won’t cop to it. Why else do you wear the short skirts and those sexy necklines? You’re one hell of a hot little number.”

      “Show some respect.” Jake snatched the black knit cap from Danny’s head. “Otherwise, you’ll be spending the rest of the week in jail.”

      “You don’t scare me. I have every right to do what I do. It’s called freedom of the press.”

      Jake doubted that the Founding Fathers had paparazzi in mind when they drafted the First Amendment. “This isn’t about your photography. You trespassed on my property. And you broke branches on my bushes. That’s vandalism. If I charge you, it’s two weeks in the county jail.”

      “That’s not fair,” he whined. “You can’t—”

      Jake slammed the cap down on the table. “I’m the law in this county. You’d be wise to cooperate.”

      Danny pulled back his chin like a turtle retreating into his shell. “What do you want from me?”

      “First, you tell Princess Saida that you’re sorry.”

      He glared at her. “Yeah, right. Sorry.”

      As apologies went, that was pathetic. But Jake didn’t press for more. He nodded to Wheeler. “Take off the cuffs.”

      As soon as Danny’s hands were free, he made a grab for his camera that was still resting on the table.

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