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you forget it.”
    Sue Ellen laughed nervously. “Don’t listen to them, Sheriff. They don’t really mean anything.”
    Skye undid her seatbelt, preparing herself for battle if need be. Even sparring with words needed freedom from restraints as far as she was concerned. “You don’t have to defend me to him. He already knows what he thinks.”
    “You seem to be harboring a lot of hostility,” Nathan noted.
    “You think? Gee, and why might that be?” Skye tapped her finger on her chin. “Oh, wait, I remember now. Because you stopped me, handcuffed me, tossed me in the back of your police cruiser, made me miss an important appointment, which could well have jeopardized my work and therefore my income . . . But wait, there’s more. Then you warn Owen about a gold-digging hussy like me and shove a drug rehab flyer in my face on my way out the door.”
    “Well, when you put it like that . . .” Sue Ellen turned to Nathan. “I guess she does have reason to be harboring some hostility toward you, Nathan. I mean, Sheriff.”
    “I was just doing my job. And I never said she was a hussy.”
    “The look on your face said it loud and clear. Are you denying that’s what you were thinking?” Skye challenged him.
    He was silent.
    “I didn’t think so.” Skye shifted in her seat, the bells on her costume creating a music of their own.
    “You’re in hot water now.” Sue Ellen patted Nathan’s hand.
    He returned her papers to her. “I’m going to let you off with a warning this time, Sue Ellen.”
    “Sure, you are.” Skye’s sarcasm was apparent. “No handcuffs for her.”
    “He saved them for you,” Sue Ellen told her. “Surely that makes you special to him.”
    “A word of warning to you, ladies,” Nathan said.
    “That’s Lady Hussy to you,” Skye shot back.
    Was that a smile she saw on his lips? Skye wondered. No way. There couldn’t possibly be a humorous bone anywhere in Studly Do-Right’s entire, admittedly well-muscled, body.
    “Try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the day.” Having delivered that ultimatum, Nathan walked away.
    Lulu swiveled her head to watch him. “I’ll tell you one thing, that man has one primo ass.”
    “He does have a fine butt,” Sue Ellen agreed, her eyes glued to the rearview mirror.
    “He’s a pain in the butt,” Skye muttered.
    “Sparks,” Sue Ellen said. “Definite sparks.”
    “Sparks and the Sicilian death stare. I saw her give it to him,” Lulu said.
    “Really? I missed it. When did she do that?”
    “When he accused her of ‘harboring hostility.’ ”
    “Hello?” Skye waved her arms. “I’m not enjoying you two talking about me as if I weren’t here.”
    Sue Ellen changed the subject. “Seatbelts everyone.”
    “The pink Batmobile is ready for takeoff,” Lulu mocked from the backseat.
    “Hey,” Sue Ellen said. “I’m not the one who saw Batman Begins a dozen times. In an IMAX theater.”
    “No, you’re the one who saw it five times and owns two copies of the DVD,” Lulu retorted.
    The two continued to argue about the Caped Crusader, and Skye was relieved when they finally got to her trusty and rusty Toyota a few minutes later. “Thanks for the lift, you guys.”
    “No problem.”
    She waved as they drove away.
    Now where were her keys? She had them somewhere in her tote bag . . .
    She was still searching for them when a patrol car slowly pulled up beside her and Nathan got out.
    Skye rolled her eyes. “What law did I break this time, huh? Was I breathing too heavily?”
    “I don’t know. Were you?”
    “There some law against that?”
    “Depends what made you breathe heavily in the first place.”
    “It wasn’t you.”
    “No?”
    “No. And it wasn’t drugs.”
    “I was just trying to help.”
    “If that’s your idea of help, I’d hate to see your idea of . . .” What was the opposite of help? She couldn’t think straight. Not that she’d ever been a fan of linear thinking. She was more into abstracts. Like