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her a white-toothed smile. No doubt the smile he used on all available females.
Except for her, his smile was mocking.
Rachel stepped forward. “Excuse me.”
He blocked the narrow stairway that led from the rusted door to the grassless patch of land her mom’s trailer sat on. He’d raised up some dust with his patrol car, she guessed. It swirled through the air, burned her eyes and made her want to sneeze.
Which only worsened her mood. “Stop grinning like that.” She pinned him with her best glare. “Move it.”
He didn’t budge. “Why are you so grumpy?”
“Why are you here?” she countered.
“Charlie asked me to stop by since my shift is over and my place is down the road.”
“Mom’s inside.” She parted from the doorway and beckoned him in. As soon as he entered, she’d slide past him.
“I’m here to see you,” he said without moving.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Grant stepped into the dingy little living room and his head practically hit the ceiling. He looked out of place, all decked up in his black uniform. It fit him well, stretching across his broad shoulders and emphasizing the trimness of his physique. The black fabric contrasted nicely with his gorgeous smile.
Rachel lifted her chin. She was being ridiculous, ogling him and practically drooling.
“Just call me later." She popped out the front door, down the rickety steps, and angled through the dirt to her SUV.
Her hair was definitely going to need a wash. She slid her fingers to where her freshly cut strands curved softly beneath her chin. Coming out here had been worth it. She didn’t need a mirror to know Mom had done a great job.
Stairs creaked and she spun around. Grant strode towards her, the smile wiped off his face. Quickly she opened the door to the car and slipped in. He caught the door before she could shut it.
“Quit being difficult. I wanted to let you know we’ve got a lead on the shooter,” he said, bending down so they were eye to eye.
“But. . . How?”
“Shell casings, a witness.”
“Already? That’s great.” Relief softened her muscles, helped her release a deep sigh she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.
“You were worried?”
“Not worried, but interested in justice. What's the motive?”
“We’re working on that. Do you have any ideas?”
“I was probably the target. Didn’t you look at that flash drive?”
“Yup.”
“The mayor had to know his adultery spells the end of his career. He’s going down.”
Grant’s brow lifted.
“Oh, come on. He wanted to stop me from ruining his life.”
He shook his head. “Let the police figure things out. In the meantime, get off Mayor Owens’ case. I doubt he’d kill over proof of some straying.”
Rachel’s teeth crunched. Some straying ? “People kill over that all the time. Someone shot me and if you cops ,” she emphasized the slang just to annoy him, “don’t find the perp, then I will. I could have died.” The last word wobbled a little, to her mortification.
His forehead crinkled. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Gulping, she looked down. She hated to show weakness. While she was trying to figure out an answer that wouldn’t be a lie she heard him stir. Then he touched the bandage on her neck. It crackled beneath the gentle pressure of his finger.
She ventured a look into his eyes. A mistake. They were filled with concern and softened any lingering temper from dealing with her family. A hesitant smile curved her mouth. “I’ll be fine. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
She cleared her throat. “How’s everything with you? Did you find your cat?”
“No.” His hand dropped and he stood.
Her lips pressed together. It figured Mr. Smooth didn’t like to edge into personal territory. Well, neither did she.
Sparing Grant a smile as she shut the door, she started the car and backed out of her mom’s yard. But guilt followed her down the dirt road that led out of the neighborhood. The image of Grant standing in
Except for her, his smile was mocking.
Rachel stepped forward. “Excuse me.”
He blocked the narrow stairway that led from the rusted door to the grassless patch of land her mom’s trailer sat on. He’d raised up some dust with his patrol car, she guessed. It swirled through the air, burned her eyes and made her want to sneeze.
Which only worsened her mood. “Stop grinning like that.” She pinned him with her best glare. “Move it.”
He didn’t budge. “Why are you so grumpy?”
“Why are you here?” she countered.
“Charlie asked me to stop by since my shift is over and my place is down the road.”
“Mom’s inside.” She parted from the doorway and beckoned him in. As soon as he entered, she’d slide past him.
“I’m here to see you,” he said without moving.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Grant stepped into the dingy little living room and his head practically hit the ceiling. He looked out of place, all decked up in his black uniform. It fit him well, stretching across his broad shoulders and emphasizing the trimness of his physique. The black fabric contrasted nicely with his gorgeous smile.
Rachel lifted her chin. She was being ridiculous, ogling him and practically drooling.
“Just call me later." She popped out the front door, down the rickety steps, and angled through the dirt to her SUV.
Her hair was definitely going to need a wash. She slid her fingers to where her freshly cut strands curved softly beneath her chin. Coming out here had been worth it. She didn’t need a mirror to know Mom had done a great job.
Stairs creaked and she spun around. Grant strode towards her, the smile wiped off his face. Quickly she opened the door to the car and slipped in. He caught the door before she could shut it.
“Quit being difficult. I wanted to let you know we’ve got a lead on the shooter,” he said, bending down so they were eye to eye.
“But. . . How?”
“Shell casings, a witness.”
“Already? That’s great.” Relief softened her muscles, helped her release a deep sigh she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.
“You were worried?”
“Not worried, but interested in justice. What's the motive?”
“We’re working on that. Do you have any ideas?”
“I was probably the target. Didn’t you look at that flash drive?”
“Yup.”
“The mayor had to know his adultery spells the end of his career. He’s going down.”
Grant’s brow lifted.
“Oh, come on. He wanted to stop me from ruining his life.”
He shook his head. “Let the police figure things out. In the meantime, get off Mayor Owens’ case. I doubt he’d kill over proof of some straying.”
Rachel’s teeth crunched. Some straying ? “People kill over that all the time. Someone shot me and if you cops ,” she emphasized the slang just to annoy him, “don’t find the perp, then I will. I could have died.” The last word wobbled a little, to her mortification.
His forehead crinkled. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Gulping, she looked down. She hated to show weakness. While she was trying to figure out an answer that wouldn’t be a lie she heard him stir. Then he touched the bandage on her neck. It crackled beneath the gentle pressure of his finger.
She ventured a look into his eyes. A mistake. They were filled with concern and softened any lingering temper from dealing with her family. A hesitant smile curved her mouth. “I’ll be fine. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
She cleared her throat. “How’s everything with you? Did you find your cat?”
“No.” His hand dropped and he stood.
Her lips pressed together. It figured Mr. Smooth didn’t like to edge into personal territory. Well, neither did she.
Sparing Grant a smile as she shut the door, she started the car and backed out of her mom’s yard. But guilt followed her down the dirt road that led out of the neighborhood. The image of Grant standing in
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