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gleamed while the brass buttons and other metallic objects reflected the
light from the headlights of his patrol car.
    How she loved a man in uniform! Adam
had looked so sexy in his, way back when, long before he’d risen through the
ranks to become a sergeant and wearing a uniform was no longer necessary.
    What she wouldn’t give to see Adam
in his blues again. How often had he been late for a shift because she couldn’t
keep her hands from his utility belt? Or the countless times he’d fired his—she
smirked—personal weapon? At least one of their three children had been
conceived on his way out the door, but now all she had were memories.
    A light tap on her window jolted her
from her reverie. No use fantasizing about bygone days. Maybe there was
something she could do with the present situation. With trembling fingers she
hit the window button and allowed it to roll down a few inches.
    “Do you know why I pulled you over,
ma’am?”
    She twisted in her seat, trying to
catch the officer’s name tag, but the light he shone in her eyes prevented her
from seeing much of anything. “Honestly, no.”
    “You were doing 55 through a school
zone. The posted limit is 25.” Disapproval hung in his deep rumbling voice.
Despite the censure, shivers of want washed through her at the rich timber. She
wanted to sit and listen to him all day.
    She groaned and slumped in her seat.
Well doing thirty miles over the posted limit certainly wouldn’t look good. She
straightened. There was no way she could’ve been going that fast. “That can’t
be right.” She held her hand up against the glare of the light. “Are you sure?”
    He lowered the light a fraction. Now
she was able to see his eyes were a deep emerald green. She could get lost in
the shimmering depths, and she loved his hair. A lock of sandy brown hair
flopped onto his forehead. She had an overwhelming urge to brush the curl back
in place. In hopes of curbing her impulses, she folded her hands in her lap,
twisting her wedding band.
    “Are you calling me a liar, ma’am?”
    Crap. “No, sir.” Aggravating the
officer was not the best way to get out of this ticket. “Can’t you let me off
with a warning or something? I really can’t afford another ticket.”
    “License and registration please.”
    “I need to get my purse from the
trunk,” she said. He probably wouldn’t let her get out of the car otherwise.
    To her surprise, he opened the car
door. She swung her legs around and planted her sandaled feet on the loose
gravel. Before she stood, she pressed a little button and the pop of the trunk
was audible in the night. She glanced at the officer, liking the way the dark
uniform molded to his lean muscular body. How did he maintain his physique? Was
it long hours in the gym or just good genes?
    Aware of the officer’s scrutiny,
Kerry added more sway to her hips as she sauntered to the back of her vehicle.
She glanced over her shoulder. He shifted, a hand on his weapon, while his
nightstick swung back and forth. She didn’t want to give him any reason to
shoot her, so she quickened her pace and retrieved her purse. After a moment of
rummaging through the bag, she withdrew her license then handed it to him.
    While he looked over her paperwork,
she took in his square jaw and strong dimpled chin. A breeze tousled his wavy
locks. She really wanted to run her fingers through his hair. Instead she
twisted the wedding band on her finger. “Do you really have to write me a
ticket?”
    He lifted his gaze. Speculative
interest gleamed in his eyes while a hint of a smile curved his full sensuous
lips. “If you don’t want citations, then maybe you should be a little more
careful about speeding.”
    Properly chastened, she lowered her
head. “I know. I’m sorry. Surely you can look the other way.” She returned her
purse to the trunk. “I promise to watch my speed.”
    He studied her a long moment,
lingering on the curvy swells shown by her low-cut dress. She