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was disrespectful to an officer of the law and he’d fallen head first into her damsel in distress act.
    Jet let out a heavy sigh. Mark was right about Celeste too. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of them reconciling, but it wouldn’t make any difference to Celeste. She’d see the other woman as a threat and would pay close attention to any interaction between him and her. One more headache he didn’t need.
    It still mystified him as to why he offered to delay filing the report. If Dr. Delaney was afraid of this guy, wouldn’t she move on? Why should he get involved with her problems? He supposed old habits died hard and there was something about this situation he simply didn’t like. Tomorrow morning he was going to do his own research. Afterward, he’d have some very specific questions he was going to ask and he only hoped the answers he received would be honest.
    After a quick trip to the local hospital and a couple of stitches later, Mark drove Jet to the station to pick up his personal truck. Before going home, Jet went in to check his messages and frowned at Denie still there.
    “How bad were you hurt?” she asked, her short blonde covered head tilted and hands placed squarely on her hips.
    Jet hid his irritation. With the exhaustion of the past few hours, he’d hoped to field explanations until the morning.
    “What are you still doing here?” he grumbled, going into his office. He lowered his battered body stiffly into his chair.
    “Your car was paraded down Main Street. It scared me so I waited for you.”
    Behind the angry, blue eyes, Jet noted her concern and guilt tugged at his impatience.
    Denie, along with running the office, was a close friend. A bit of a tomboy. Her mannerisms and consistent dress of jeans, tennis shoes, and buttoned-down oxfords heightened that impression. However; her tough attitude was a façade to the genuine caring beneath.
    “I suppose you nagged our friends at the body shop to fill you in?” he asked.
    “What they knew. What happened?”
    Jet gave in with a brief synopsis.
    “She’s staying here?” Denie scowled.
    “Maybe. Regardless, she’s coming in tomorrow afternoon to fill out a report,” he stated. “Now go home. We’ll talk more later.”
    Her reluctance was obvious, but she eventually turned to go with a curt goodnight. The slamming of the door spoke to what she didn’t say.
    Jet closed his eyes. She could be a handful at times. Most times, it didn’t bother him, but he wouldn’t put it past her to call Celeste. Along with being a close friend of his, Denie’s relationship with his ex-wife went back to elementary school days. It wouldn’t matter that Celeste was out of town, she was still accessible by phone. He didn’t need that call tonight.
    Jet leaned back and flexed the white gauze covering his hand. It throbbed more than anticipated and he supposed he should’ve accepted the mild painkiller suggested at the hospital. Now he was regretting that decision. If he wanted to sleep at all tonight, he’d need something.
    Locking up, he made the quick drive to the convenience store. He opened the door and wasn’t surprised to be the only customer at this hour.
    “Hey, Patrick,” Jet greeted the cashier, a part-time high school kid.
    The bell from the door along with Jet’s greeting had Patrick guiltily hiding the magazine he’d been reading. At identifying Jet, his eyes grew wide.
    “Golly, Sheriff, I saw your car go by earlier on the wrecker. Did you get hurt bad?” he asked, taking in Jet’s torn uniform and bandaged hand.
    Jet went down the grocery aisle to the aspirin section. He intended disputing the claim of a bad injury when the bell chimed again. His gaze narrowed at who walked through the door. Patrick’s mouth dropped open.
    “Evening,” The doctor nodded to Patrick, obviously not noticing Jet as she made her way to the refrigerated section.
    Tight, ragged jeans with a hole in the back pocket molded her hips. Firm