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to help him out, probably to get him out of her basement. Too bad for him you’ve got the hots for Sheriff Harris,” Nick said as he snatched the stress ball off Devyn’s desk as she reached for the weapon.
    She leaned back and smiled. “What if I told you I was saving myself for you?”
    He laughed. “I’d say you’re lying. We’re like oil and water, which makes for a good team. I look one way and you look the other. Between us, we miss very little, but we’ll never be at the same place personally. On the other hand, you and the sheriff were made for each other.”
    “What do you mean?” Her curiosity was piqued. She liked the looks of the man. He made her all flustered whenever he was around, but she thought it was just infatuation and lust. She kept hoping the feelings would fade, but so far, they hadn’t.
      “Think about it, Devyn. There’s a reason two attractive people in their mid- to late-thirties are still single, and neither have ever been in a serious relationship that I’m aware of. You’re both career-driven, stubborn alpha males. You need strong people in your lives or you run over them. Look at your track record with partners. You don’t settle. If someone can’t stand up to you, you just bulldoze them.”
    “Geez, thanks. Just what every girl wants to be compared to, an alpha male.”
    “No offense, I only mean you’re too strong-willed to be content with a doormat for a partner at work or in your personal life. You need to be challenged or you’d be bored. I doubt the sheriff has ever backed down to you or anyone else for that matter.”
    “If you know so much about relationships, how come you’ve never dated anyone more than once or twice? What’s your story?”
    “I’m an open book,” Nick replied, fishing his vibrating cell phone out of his pocket.
    “With a lot of blank pages,” Devyn mumbled as she got up and left the room.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
    Morgan was exhausted by the time she left the office. She was in no mood to go shopping, but all she had at home to eat were several Healthy and Delicious Foods entrees in the freezer and nearly nothing in her refrigerator or cupboards. Despite Preston ’s assurance that there was a mistake with Dexter Fowler’s data, she wasn’t much of a gambler. Until she had proof confirming its safety, she had no intention of eating anything containing MFHG3.
    She groaned as she pulled into the lot of her favorite grocery store, disappointed to find no place to park closer than the last row furthest from the building. As she unbuckled her seat belt, a large raindrop splattered on her windshield. The onset of Phoenix’s summer monsoonal season was still months away, but Mother Nature was notorious for ignoring the calendar and seemed to be getting more unpredictable every year.
    For several moments, Morgan sat in her crossover and watched the showers intensify. She debated about just going through a fast food drive-thru. Unfortunately, that plan wouldn’t solve the problem of having nothing for breakfast or even the fixings for a cup of coffee in the morning. And, after the day she had, ice cream or raw cookie dough was definitely on her list of essentials.
    Retrieving her collapsible umbrella from the side compartment in the driver’s door, she exited the vehicle and made a mad dash across the full parking lot to the store. As she wheeled the annoyingly squeaky cart through the crowded aisles, she was surprised by how many groceries she needed in order to stock the cupboards in her new duplex. She had been so focused her first few weeks in Arizona with buying the duplex, getting settled and up to speed at her job, and making a weekend trip to Sedona, she hadn’t even bothered to buy the necessities.
    As she stood in the line waiting to check out, Morgan noticed four carts with Healthy and Delicious Foods entrees or desserts in them, including a dozen items in the heavyset woman’s cart in front of her.
    “Excuse me, are those entrees