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he’d come. All he knew was that his pulse was racing, and it wasn’t from the heat.
When he’d seen her in her pristine uniform earlier that morning, he’d understood why women always fell for cops. He was the civilian, and all he wanted to do was bend down and kiss the chief of police. There was something so right about her, this woman staring stormily at him with summer eyes flecked with gold.
Lanky and lush, she was the most sensual woman he’d ever met. It didn’t even matter that she looked ready to strangle him. She was firm inher resistance and her duty, and he couldn’t figure out what kept him from giving up.
Andrea recaptured her composure. “Get in the police car, Mr. Farley, and I’ll take you home—again.” She strode past him and waited in the doorway. “I’m not going to have lunch with you because that would give an official status to our relationship.”
“You mean a man and woman can’t just have lunch without making a statement of intent. Come on, Chief, this is the nineties.”
“This woman can’t, Sam.” Andrea clenched her fists in quiet frustration.
“Hmm.” He grinned. “What will the good citizens of Arcadia, not to mention your father, think when they see you and me drive off in the patrol car?”
“You’re learning,” she said with a grimace. “By this time tonight, the story will be that I spend more time with you than I do on my job.”
“Well, I would be a lot more fun.” He stepped so close to her that she could feel his breath caressing her face.
“Fun? Stop it, Sam. What are you trying to do to me, ruin my reputation?”
“Aw, Chief.” He grinned wickedly and whispered, “Don’t you ever want to shake this town up by doing something completely outrageous? Let go, Stormy. Run wild with me.”
Andrea had always heard the expression “dancing eyes,” but until now, she’d never seen them. Until now she’d managed to avoid looking at Sam. In the sunlight she saw that his eyes weren’t black—they were the rich brown color of boilingcane syrup, just as it was ready to be poured into the jar. The disquieting thing was, they were just as hot.
“Get in the car, Farley,” she snapped. “I live here. Reputations are important in Arcadia. You seem determined to ruin mine.”
“Sorry. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have.” He let himself be pushed away, then strolled to the car. “In the future I’ll be more subtle.”
“You, subtle? I’d like to see that.”
“You’re going to. Want me to get behind the iron screen so you’ll look official?”
“Gracious no. By the time I got to the city limits, Agnes would be inundated by people wanting to know who my prisoner was. Just get in, Sam.”
Sam complied, watching Andrea settle into the driver’s seat. All of this game playing was new to him. Why couldn’t his grandmother have lived in Chicago? The only reaction they would have gotten from the neighbors there would have been relief that he was in the police car instead of one of them.
He wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking about, walking into town to apologize to a woman he barely knew for having done something to displease her. Something he was dead sure that she secretly welcomed. He’d never cared before.
When he was with Andrea, there was a warmth that made him more aware of the lonely life he’d lived. Andrea, in some bizarre way, was mixed up with all these conflicting thoughts of home and family, and that was making him crazy.
“Look, Chief Fleming, I am sincerely sorry if Ioffended you last night and again this morning. But I’m not sorry that I kissed you.” He paused. “And I’m pretty sure that I’m going to do it again. So if you want to protect your reputation, we’d better get going.”
Andrea stared at him desperately for a moment, then started the engine and drove away, feeling the censuring gaze of the old men sitting on the bench in front of the drugstore boring like nails into
When he’d seen her in her pristine uniform earlier that morning, he’d understood why women always fell for cops. He was the civilian, and all he wanted to do was bend down and kiss the chief of police. There was something so right about her, this woman staring stormily at him with summer eyes flecked with gold.
Lanky and lush, she was the most sensual woman he’d ever met. It didn’t even matter that she looked ready to strangle him. She was firm inher resistance and her duty, and he couldn’t figure out what kept him from giving up.
Andrea recaptured her composure. “Get in the police car, Mr. Farley, and I’ll take you home—again.” She strode past him and waited in the doorway. “I’m not going to have lunch with you because that would give an official status to our relationship.”
“You mean a man and woman can’t just have lunch without making a statement of intent. Come on, Chief, this is the nineties.”
“This woman can’t, Sam.” Andrea clenched her fists in quiet frustration.
“Hmm.” He grinned. “What will the good citizens of Arcadia, not to mention your father, think when they see you and me drive off in the patrol car?”
“You’re learning,” she said with a grimace. “By this time tonight, the story will be that I spend more time with you than I do on my job.”
“Well, I would be a lot more fun.” He stepped so close to her that she could feel his breath caressing her face.
“Fun? Stop it, Sam. What are you trying to do to me, ruin my reputation?”
“Aw, Chief.” He grinned wickedly and whispered, “Don’t you ever want to shake this town up by doing something completely outrageous? Let go, Stormy. Run wild with me.”
Andrea had always heard the expression “dancing eyes,” but until now, she’d never seen them. Until now she’d managed to avoid looking at Sam. In the sunlight she saw that his eyes weren’t black—they were the rich brown color of boilingcane syrup, just as it was ready to be poured into the jar. The disquieting thing was, they were just as hot.
“Get in the car, Farley,” she snapped. “I live here. Reputations are important in Arcadia. You seem determined to ruin mine.”
“Sorry. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have.” He let himself be pushed away, then strolled to the car. “In the future I’ll be more subtle.”
“You, subtle? I’d like to see that.”
“You’re going to. Want me to get behind the iron screen so you’ll look official?”
“Gracious no. By the time I got to the city limits, Agnes would be inundated by people wanting to know who my prisoner was. Just get in, Sam.”
Sam complied, watching Andrea settle into the driver’s seat. All of this game playing was new to him. Why couldn’t his grandmother have lived in Chicago? The only reaction they would have gotten from the neighbors there would have been relief that he was in the police car instead of one of them.
He wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking about, walking into town to apologize to a woman he barely knew for having done something to displease her. Something he was dead sure that she secretly welcomed. He’d never cared before.
When he was with Andrea, there was a warmth that made him more aware of the lonely life he’d lived. Andrea, in some bizarre way, was mixed up with all these conflicting thoughts of home and family, and that was making him crazy.
“Look, Chief Fleming, I am sincerely sorry if Ioffended you last night and again this morning. But I’m not sorry that I kissed you.” He paused. “And I’m pretty sure that I’m going to do it again. So if you want to protect your reputation, we’d better get going.”
Andrea stared at him desperately for a moment, then started the engine and drove away, feeling the censuring gaze of the old men sitting on the bench in front of the drugstore boring like nails into