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she would feel the vibration. His skin would be slightly coarse, delightfully coarse in a way that was sensual, and she’d stroke a path down his chest.…
    Millie’s languid musings were interrupted when the patrol car rounded a sharp curve and a car shot past, headed in the opposite direction.
    “Bloody fool must be doin’ about ninety,” Brig noted.
    “Is your seatbelt fastened tight?”
    He didn’t even have to ask what she planned to do. “Yes, my little briar,” he said calmly as she slammed on the brakes and swung the patrol car around in the middle of the road. The tires squealed as Millie gunned the engine, and she flicked the lights and siren on with a skillfully coordinated movement of one hand. The patrol car zoomed after the offender.
    “Good on yer, love!” Brig exclaimed.
    “Huh?” she managed, her eyes narrowed in concentration.
    “Good work!”
    “Thanks.”
    Brig studied her face as she floored the accelerator.She had a small, beautifully expressive mouth that could flatten in a line of lethal warning. She had a delicately pointed chin that could jut forward with rigid authority. Her light blond hair curled sexily against the plain, stiff collar of her white shirt.
    The contrast of hard and soft in her had never been more evident than at this moment, and Brig realized suddenly that he was sitting in a patrol car, wearing prison clothes, riding along a two-lane road at breakneck speed, and feeling so aroused that he wanted to grin and groan at the same time. It made no sense. Nobody had ever affected him this strongly before, and especially not under such bizarre circumstances.
    He was a man of great intuition and quick decisions. He was also a man of quick reactions. That had gotten him into tons of trouble over the years, but just as often had served him well. His feelings for the little blond beauty beside him abruptly crystalized.
Strewth!
Brig thought. This must be
love
. “Melisande!” he said loudly. “I’m falling in love with you!”
    She glanced at him askance, then jerked her eyes back to the road. “Did they feed you something odd at the Cajun restaurant?”
    Laughing, Brig waved a hand at her jovially. He felt fantastic. “Just drive, Melisande, and I’ll explain later!”
    They rounded a curve and sighted the speeding car severl hundred yards ahead. The road straightened as it entered the rolling green pastureland of a horse farm, one of many in the area. Thoroughbreds were as important as oranges to the economy of this part of Florida. Millie pressed the accelerator harder and the white fences that bordered the road became a blur.
    “Sic him, love, run him down!” Brig urged.
    What on earth kind of crazy man was Brig McKay? she wondered. He yelled that he was falling in love with her in the middle of a car chase. His hearty sense of adventure seemed closely tuned to her own. Something giddy and companionable rose inside her throat, inspired by his charming nonsense.
    “Yeah!” she yelled, and pounded the steering wheel. “I like chasing speeders!”
    “That’s the spirit, Melisande!”
    The patrol car was a few dozen yards away before the other car, a late model luxury sedan, finally began to slow. Within a few seconds it pulled onto the grassy shoulder of the road. Millie parked behind it, turned off the siren, and sighed.
    “That bloke gave up too easy,” Brig intoned in a solemn voice. “We were just startin’ to have fun.”
    She looked over at him, her green eyes gleaming, her expression sheepish. “It’s wrong to enjoy chasing people.”
    He could tell that she shared his disappointment over the driver’s change of heart, but she didn’t want to admit it. “The chase is nearly as much fun as the catch,” Brig insisted. “It’s the same with chasin’ women.” He lifted one brow rakishly.
    She punched him lightly on the arm, grinned, and got out of the car. Brig leaned back in the seat, crossed his arms over his chest, and hummed as he watched her