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bundled in one of the boxes in the backseat.
    “ They
might be in the glove compartment.” Libby hoped they were - it
would be too embarrassing if she had to search through the boxes in
the back while he watched her every move.
    “ Stay
here, ma’am.” The lawman pierced her with a hard stare
before opening the driver’s door of her vehicle. He took the
keys out of the ignition and then opened the glove compartment,
conveying the impression that although he was focused on his search,
he would know the instant she moved a muscle.
    Her
shoulders tensed as she watched him search for the paperwork. Why
had he pulled her over?
    “ Are
you Libby Grant?” He looked up from the piece of paper he held
in his hand.
    “ Yes.”
She swallowed - hard. He looked at her as if she werea
criminal.
    “ I’m
going to have to take you in for questioning.”
    “ What?”
She forced the words past her parched throat. What on earth was
going on?
    Not
a flicker of emotion passed over his face. “This vehicle is
the same make and model as one reported stolen from Laramie this
morning.”
    Libby
paled. “You - you can’t be serious.” Her legs
trembled and she badly wanted to sit down. This couldn’t be
happening.
    “ I’ll
take you down to the sheriff’s department and we can get this
straightened out.” His words might sound reasonable but she
knew just from the way he looked at her that he’d already
judged and convicted her.
    “ But
I have ID in my wallet,” she protested.
    “ We’ll
look at that once we’re at the station,” he informed her.
He grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, then slid his hand
under her elbow to escort her to his vehicle.
    Her
stomach fluttered at the slight contact and she felt him hesitate for
a split second before he shepherdedher to his SUV .
    “ I
don’t understand.” She reluctantly sat in the back seat,
thankful that at least he hadn’t handcuffed her. She crossed
her arms in front of her chest.
    “ We
can talk about it once we’re back at the station.” He
checked that she had her seatbelt on and turned on the ignition.
    “ But
what about my car? It’s got all my stuff in it!”
    “ It’s
secure for now.” Libby decided to save her breath at his
clipped tone. Once they got to the station, she would demand to call
Sarah, and hopefully this ridiculous misunderstanding would get
straightened out right away.
    Twenty
minutes later, Libby found herself sitting in a drab gray
interrogation room. At least, that’s what she supposed you
would call it, the only furniture being a scratched table and two
chairs. She wriggled around on the hard metal seat, trying to get
comfortable. The sheriff had deposited her in here and told her he
would be back in a few minutes. Those minutes felt like hours.
    The
door finally opened and he walked in. She couldn’t help but
look up at him. It was so unfair. How could he be so hunkalicious
when he had a big stick up his butt?
    He
took the seat on the opposite side of the desk. Her eyes focused on
his broad chest before moving upwards to study his face. She
couldn’t help the shiver that ran through her. If only they
had met in different circumstances - and he wasn’t so uptight.
She signed inwardly, telling herself not to go there. Over the
years, she’d found out from experience that most men preferred
skinny girls. Why would this man be any different?
    “ Miss
Grant, I need to ask you some questions.”
    His
brusque tone pulled her out of her thoughts. Should she answer his
questions? Or should she ask for a lawyer? She was innocent of
whatever he thought she’d done. Would asking for a lawyer make
her look guilty?
    “ You’re
not under arrest at this stage.”
    “ Good,”
she blurted out. She saw a tiny flicker on his face that could be
classed as the beginning of a smile. He quickly masked it.
    “ How
long have you had the car you were driving today?”
    “ Two
years. I have the loan paperwork in one of my boxes in