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of police. The main office was large, nondescript, and her desk sat like an ugly brown metal guard outside Jack's office. At the other end was another hall that led to the back where he supposed the criminals were kept. The place smelled of cinder block, Lysol, and the cloying gardenia scent Kristen wore.
    “What's down that hall?” he asked.
    Kristen looked up. “That's the muster room and the cells. If you need the bathroom, it's the first door on the left.” She pointed and gave him another smile.
    Edward smiled back at her, and time ticked on.
    “So,” she said. “I like your shirt. It's pretty.”
    Pretty? He paid one hundred and fifty dollars at a trendy Dallas shop, and all he got was “pretty"? Not fabulous. Not stunning. Not, “it goes so well with your eyes"?
    “Thanks. Not too much fringe?” Edward ran his finger along the chocolate brown strings, enjoying the way the suede felt on his skin. Satin sheets trimmed in this fringe would be just the thing. He could have them made back in Atlanta. It would be like swimming in chocolate. Delicious.
    She looked at it, then shrugged. “Maybe for a man's shirt. I've never seen a man's shirt with that much fringe on it. Mother-of-pearl snap buttons, maybe, but not fringe.”
    “Oh.” Maybe Jack hadn't been joking. Maybe he looked like a fool in this shirt, instead of hot as sin, but it had looked so good in the mirror at the store, setting off his dark hair and eyes. Even that cute young salesman had said so.
    “Now I've seen women's shirts with fringe. Lots of those, especially for parties and such. But men, no.” She shook her head. “Where'd you get it?”
    “In Dallas.”
    “Oh. Dallas.” She sniffed. “I suppose for Dallas it's all right.”
    “Have you ever been to Dallas?” Edward had no idea why he was extending the conversation, at least, no idea he wanted to confess to.
    “Yep. Every year for the Texas State Fair. You?”
    “Just a few days ago, on my way here.”
    “Oh.” She went back to her typing.
    “My grandmother is Olivia Rawlings.” Never hurts to name-drop.
    “Miss Olivia?” Her eyes brightened, and she gave him an even bigger smile. Seems the name worked. “Everybody knows her. I didn't know she had any family.”
    “My mother is her daughter,” Edward enlightened her.
    “Funny, she never talks about any family.” Now, she narrowed her eyes. “You sure you're kin to her?”
    “Yes.” Edward frowned. If his grandmother hadn't mentioned him, that was her right. Still, it stung.
    She lowered her head again and typed.
    “How long has he been chief?” Edward tilted his head at Jack's office door, no longer able to resist asking about the ruggedly handsome cop, and the real reason he'd kept talking to the young woman.
    “The last five years.” Her eyes never left the screen.
    “He's kind of young for such an important position, isn't he?” He hadn't missed the sprinkling of gray in the chief's hair that made him look distinguished. And sexy.
    “Youngest chief we've ever had.” She nodded, and the conversation came to a standstill.
    What else could he ask without looking obvious? He already knew the man wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend, and asking if he had a boyfriend would be the height of indiscretion.
    Just then, the outer door opened and a drop-dead gorgeous cop sauntered in. Edward had to keep his teeth together to keep his jaw from dropping.
    “Hi, Kristen,” the officer greeted the secretary.
    “Hi, Brian.” She jerked her head at Edward, and he sat up straighter. “He's the one.”
    The cop turned to Edward, raised his eyebrows, and gave him a nod of hello.
    “You need a ride to the garage?”
    Edward's first thought was to say, Yes, I'm the one. Me. Me. Me , and throw himself into the man's arms, but instead he stood and held out his hand. “Yes. Edward Beauregard.” Hell and damnation, if he'd known they grew them so big and good-looking here in Spring Lake, he would have come to visit