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seeing you tonight.”
    She took a deep breath and wondered what to do. She had taken a shower and gotten dressed to head to the club, even though she didn’t need to be there for a couple of hours. The others were out and about or at the club taking deliveries and stocking up the bars for tonight. In the least, she had to call him to say thank you.
    She felt her throat close up and fear grip her belly. She didn’t want to speak with him or hear his voice. She didn’t want to allow the excitement and appreciation of their show of care to affect her and knock down her defenses.
    She chickened out, knowing that she had to do the respectable thing and thank the sheriff and his brother.
    She hit send message on the cell phone and added his number then texted. These days, texting was as good as calling, wasn’t it? She felt guilt fill her belly, but she continued to text him instead of actually calling him.
    Hi, Sheriff Parker, I just wanted to send you and Monte a quick message to thank you for the great lunch you sent over today. The ladies and I enjoyed it as well as the beautiful flowers. Susanna.
    Susanna hit the send button then released an uneasy breath.
    That wasn’t so bad after all.
    She got up, placed the phone in her bag along with her makeup and lip gloss to reapply later at work and headed out the door.
     
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    Sheriff Parker looked at his cell phone as he sat along the long stretch of road that led toward the outskirts of town. He always caught tourists or visitors speeding down this long stretch of open road between two large farming estates. He was working until five o’clock, and then he and Monte were planning on heading over to Dixie Chix to see Susanna.
    “Are you fucking kidding me? A text message? Not even a phone call?”
    He was pissed off. He thought for sure she would appreciate the gesture and especially after last night. He could hardly sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about how Susanna looked while he made her come. Monte shared his same sleepless night, and that was how they came up with the idea of surprising her with flowers and offering lunch to her and her roommates. Those women worked hard day and night to make the establishment a success. They deserved the treatment. But he was truly looking forward to hearing from Susanna, and once again, she punched him in the gut. He wondered why she was trying so hard to avoid the feelings they shared. He even had asked for help picking out the floral arrangement from Cynthia, the older woman who ran Delite Florist. She was the one that suggested adding ivy to the arrangement. He released an annoyed sigh.
    Just then he heard the sound of a vehicle approaching and knew they were going over the forty-mile speed limit.
    His radar blared as no other than Susanna Cooperton flew by in her red Ford Mustang.
    He threw on the lights and took off after her, knowing that he wanted to talk to her, and if this was the only way to get to her, then he would take advantage of the situation.
     
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    Susanna sped down the roadway thinking about the text message. She should have called him. She totally chickened out and she was running from her feelings. But she was scared and desperate to avoid confronting how she really felt. It was too complicated.
    Just then she heard the siren, and glancing in her rearview mirror, she saw the sheriff’s patrol truck speeding after her.
    Shit! I was speeding, and I hope that’s not BJ.
    She immediately pulled over and placed her car in park then turned off the engine. She got that nervous uneasy feeling in her belly. Not just because she was being pulled over but because she felt guilty for a whole lot of things and being around law enforcement made her uneasy.
    She waited as the door to the truck opened and half hoped it wasn’t the sheriff then also felt the excitement of it being him and seeing him again. She was losing her mind.
    Her eyes remained glued to the side mirror. Her “stupid side” as