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me at work if you come to town. We’ll have lunch.”
Suzy dreaded going to work the next day. Didn’t know what to say to Brady. She needn’t have worried. It was as if yesterday had never happened. None of it. The lunch at her house, the ride out to the Gentry ranch, the cattle in the road, the dinner she didn’t go to with him, or the arm wrestling.
That’s what made him such a good sheriff. The ability to put aside the past and move on to the next step. He looked up briefly when she came in the door, but made no cutting remark about her being late. Didn’t tease her about her quest for a husband, or nag her about ordering more signs.
Was he mad, sad, upset or just indifferent? She sat down at her desk and stared at her appointment book. The next few weeks until the election were packed full of events, a spaghetti dinner in the church basement, a coffee at the Dunwoodys and the barn dance. She just
had to endure being his secretary until he won, and then she’d leave.
Which reminded her to order champagne for the victory party. She picked up the phone and ordered streamers, too. Might as well go all out.
He heard her. “What are those for?” he shouted from his office.
“For the celebration,” she shouted back.
He opened her door and leaned against the doorjamb, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. A shock of dark hair fell over his forehead. Her fingers itched, wanting to sift through his hair again, massage his shoulders and hear him moan deep in his throat again. She knotted her fingers together and willed her heart to stop its erratic drumming.
“You’ll be celebrating whether I win or lose,” he said. There was a bitterness in his tone he couldn’t hide.
“How do you mean?”
“You’re leaving,” he said flatly. “Unless you’ve already found Daddy Right.”
“No, of course not.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “Two dates in a row with what’s-his-name.”
She pursed her lips together to keep from saying something she’d regret. “When I find him, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Spare me,” he said. “I’m not sure I want to know.”
Puzzled, she drew her eyebrows together. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”
“I thought so, too. But I don’t like it, you throwing yourself away on some yokel.”
“There are other people in the diner besides yokels,” she said.
“Yeah, like amateur pilots. Did Travis like him?”
“I didn’t ask Travis.” She knew he was thinking that Travis didn’t call Allan “Da-da.” He’d reserved that name for Brady. But he didn’t say it, he just stood there, leaning against the woodwork, exuding pent-up energy and filling her office with sexual tension. She used to think she understood him, but not anymore. She didn’t know what he was going to do or what she wanted him to do.
Restless, she got to her feet. “I’m going out to put up Brady for Sheriff signs in front of houses. I’ve got a big list of supporters who’ve agreed to let me post the signs.” She took a hammer from her bottom drawer and went to the door. He stayed where he was, blocking the doorway. “Do you mind,” she asked, stopping just short of bumping into him.
“Yes, I mind. I mind your blowing me off for dinner last night I mind being your baby-sitter when you go out with other men. I mind most of all when you look like that.”
“Like what?”
Her eyes were wide and innocent as if she had no idea what he meant. But her lips were soft and inviting and only inches from his. He felt the heat from her body, smelled the scent that clung to her skin. “Like you want to be kissed.”
She gasped. “That’s ridiculous. Brady, get out of my way.”
“I’m not moving. Come any closer and I’ll have to take action.”
“Action? You’ll take action?” she sputtered. She put one hand against his chest to push him out of the way, still gripping the hammer in her other hand. “You wouldn’t dare.”
That was all he needed
Suzy dreaded going to work the next day. Didn’t know what to say to Brady. She needn’t have worried. It was as if yesterday had never happened. None of it. The lunch at her house, the ride out to the Gentry ranch, the cattle in the road, the dinner she didn’t go to with him, or the arm wrestling.
That’s what made him such a good sheriff. The ability to put aside the past and move on to the next step. He looked up briefly when she came in the door, but made no cutting remark about her being late. Didn’t tease her about her quest for a husband, or nag her about ordering more signs.
Was he mad, sad, upset or just indifferent? She sat down at her desk and stared at her appointment book. The next few weeks until the election were packed full of events, a spaghetti dinner in the church basement, a coffee at the Dunwoodys and the barn dance. She just
had to endure being his secretary until he won, and then she’d leave.
Which reminded her to order champagne for the victory party. She picked up the phone and ordered streamers, too. Might as well go all out.
He heard her. “What are those for?” he shouted from his office.
“For the celebration,” she shouted back.
He opened her door and leaned against the doorjamb, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. A shock of dark hair fell over his forehead. Her fingers itched, wanting to sift through his hair again, massage his shoulders and hear him moan deep in his throat again. She knotted her fingers together and willed her heart to stop its erratic drumming.
“You’ll be celebrating whether I win or lose,” he said. There was a bitterness in his tone he couldn’t hide.
“How do you mean?”
“You’re leaving,” he said flatly. “Unless you’ve already found Daddy Right.”
“No, of course not.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “Two dates in a row with what’s-his-name.”
She pursed her lips together to keep from saying something she’d regret. “When I find him, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Spare me,” he said. “I’m not sure I want to know.”
Puzzled, she drew her eyebrows together. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”
“I thought so, too. But I don’t like it, you throwing yourself away on some yokel.”
“There are other people in the diner besides yokels,” she said.
“Yeah, like amateur pilots. Did Travis like him?”
“I didn’t ask Travis.” She knew he was thinking that Travis didn’t call Allan “Da-da.” He’d reserved that name for Brady. But he didn’t say it, he just stood there, leaning against the woodwork, exuding pent-up energy and filling her office with sexual tension. She used to think she understood him, but not anymore. She didn’t know what he was going to do or what she wanted him to do.
Restless, she got to her feet. “I’m going out to put up Brady for Sheriff signs in front of houses. I’ve got a big list of supporters who’ve agreed to let me post the signs.” She took a hammer from her bottom drawer and went to the door. He stayed where he was, blocking the doorway. “Do you mind,” she asked, stopping just short of bumping into him.
“Yes, I mind. I mind your blowing me off for dinner last night I mind being your baby-sitter when you go out with other men. I mind most of all when you look like that.”
“Like what?”
Her eyes were wide and innocent as if she had no idea what he meant. But her lips were soft and inviting and only inches from his. He felt the heat from her body, smelled the scent that clung to her skin. “Like you want to be kissed.”
She gasped. “That’s ridiculous. Brady, get out of my way.”
“I’m not moving. Come any closer and I’ll have to take action.”
“Action? You’ll take action?” she sputtered. She put one hand against his chest to push him out of the way, still gripping the hammer in her other hand. “You wouldn’t dare.”
That was all he needed
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