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faintly. “She's the best cook in these parts. That's why I finally just took a room here. I figured if I was going to be eating here most every night anyway, it'd just be more convenient."
    "I can see your point, although I don't think it would be safe for me to eat here very often. I might hurt myself,” she said wryly.
    He chuckled. “I noticed you managed to turn down desert."
    "Only because I wasn't able to indulge. Next time, maybe I'll ask for desert first."
    He shook his head, grinning. “House rules. Nobody gets desert until they've eaten their veggies."
    "Ah! She did strike me as a tyrant. Well ... goodnight."
    He started down the steps when she did. “I'll walk you to your door."
    Abby slid a glance at him. “You can watch me from here if you think I'm in any danger."
    He shrugged. “But you won't be in any danger if I'm standing on this porch."
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Chapter Three
    Don't flirt with the sheriff! He's a C—O—P, Kylee Marie Bennett!
    And there's proof positive the man's bad for you, Abigail—dumbass—Wintrope! One suggestive line and she'd completely forgotten her ‘name'!
    "No comment?"
    "I'm thinking."
    He chuckled. “At least I'm making progress."
    Abby slid a doubtful glance at him, but she couldn't help smiling. “How do you figure that?"
    "You didn't run."
    She chuckled. “It doesn't take much to encourage you,” she retorted wryly.
    "Nope."
    She shook her head at him, but, in spite of all she could do, she couldn't summon the dislike she wanted to hold on to. His sublime self-confidence should've annoyed her. Instead, it intrigued her as much as he did, because she couldn't help but wonder what a man like Seth Banner was doing in a town like Ajax. It was like mounting a diamond in a wooden tiara.
    For that matter, she couldn't figure out why he didn't have a woman following him around with a club in her hand to beat other women off him.
    There must be some flaw she hadn't discovered yet.
    She wasn't going to discover it either, she told herself irritably as she climbed the steps of her own porch ... still completely unscathed despite his threat/promise. She was going to keep her wits about her and steer clear of dangerous men—which included any male of the species, in particular the devastatingly attractive ones.
    He settled one large hand on her waist as she turned to bid him goodnight at her door and one above her head on the front wall of the house, crowding her until she bumped into the wall behind her. Her heart began to thump madly in her chest as he leaned down until they were almost nose to nose. A wave of dizziness went through her. The warmth of his body, the power he seemed to exude, made her feel as if she'd stepped into a static zone. Her skin prickled all over.
    "Abby,” he murmured, his lips so near hers she could almost feel them, could feel her own lips tingle with anticipation.
    "Mmm?” she asked a little breathlessly.
    "Be sure to lock your door. There are a lot of strangers in town."
    Abby blinked at him when he straightened, breaking the spell he'd woven around her in two seconds flat.
    "'Night,” he called as he jogged down the steps.
    Irritation replaced her shocked surprise as she watched him saunter away. It took a strenuous effort to tamp it, but she managed to call after him gaily, “Goodnight, Sheriff. Thanks for walking me to the door!"
    It took her three tries to find the right key and unlock the door, but she managed to get it open and close it behind her without slamming it before he reached the gate and had the chance to look back. She ignored the temptation to see if he would, locking the door behind her and stalking down the hallway to the bathroom.
    "Bastard!” she muttered under her breath as she slammed the bathroom door. Snatching her hideous dress off, she threw it in the floor and kicked it. “Arrogant asshole!"
    Twisting the hot water handle wide open, she grabbed one of the boxes stacked beside the pedestal sink and