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does. She complains all the time about what a bullheaded ogre you are.”
    “And that proves she likes me?”
    “Yes, it does. She mutters away, not even realizing she is talking out loud. Her face is all flushed, and she keeps spilling things when her hands tremble.”
    “I see.” Brock shook his head, bemused. “I’ll give the idea some thought.”
    “Don’t think too long. She’s flying home on Sunday morning.” Dalton set off across the parking lot but turned to look over his shoulder. “She likes you. Trust me. I’m a psych major, and I know her.”
    Brock lifted a hand to send the youngster on his way.
    She likes you.
    Satisfaction soared inside him. Then he recalled all the other men he was supposed to be preparing her for, and the green-eyed monster of jealousy dug its sharp claws in his gut.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    He had to face the fact. At age thirty-four, Brock didn’t know how to go about asking a woman out on a date. Not that he intended to. But just hypothetically speaking, he realized he’d never had to. At school, Sandra had always been around, and he’d been too aware of her sensitive nature to stray and cause her pain. At college, when he’d had his spell of wild oats, women had tumbled into his lap without any effort from his part.
    He waited until Walter had set off to patrol around town and Karen carried her baby into the break room for breastfeeding. Then he got to his feet and drifted to the open doorway of his office. Cat wore the baggy chinos again, cinched in around her waist with a wide belt that gave her a voluptuous Marilyn Monroe look.
    “Do you know much about Word documents?” he asked.
    She turned to look at him. The white T-shirt hugged her figure. “I can try. What are you struggling with?”
    The teenage rampage of my hormones. The ache in my groin.
    “I’ve made changes to a document, and they show up in red. I don’t know how to make them blend in.”
    “I can help you with that.”
    You certainly could, but it would lead to even worse problems.
    She scooted up and strode across the floor. Her breasts jiggled as she moved. Brock hurried to sit at the desk to hide his swiftly rising erection.
    “It’s easy.” She leaned over the keyboard, her chest practically in his face. “You have to accept the changes. I’ll add the toolbar to the top of your screen. Then you just click on this icon to accept the changes, or this one to reject them.”
    “You should wear a bra around the office.”
    “What did you say?” She turned to look at him. Her lightly spoken words underlined the harshness of his tone.
    Brock slumped in the seat. He’d never in his life prayed as fervently for the ground to open up and swallow him. “Sorry. That was an unacceptable remark in this day and age. I apologize. But I can’t concentrate when your nipples stick out like a pair of points at the end of two exclamation marks.”
    She straightened. Her mouth pulled into a tight line. Her nostrils flared as she stared at him. Brock knew he was in for it now. Her fury practically shimmered in the air. He could picture the newspaper headlines. Sheriff Leonetti suspended on charges of sexual harassment.
    “Is that what you think?” Cat said, and he’d never realized a woman’s soft voice could carry so much menace. She took a step back, folded her arms across her front, and tugged up the hem of her T-shirt.
    The expanse of smooth skin over her gently rounded stomach made his gut clench. His shaft jerked against the sturdy fabric of his uniform trousers. Afraid to but unable to resist, Brock allowed his gaze to drift upward to the swell of her breasts, and found them encased in a thin layer of lace and silk.
    “One Vanity Fair bra in size 36 C. Satisfied?” She yanked the hem of the T-shirt back down over her body.
    Satisfied? Anything but , Brock wanted to shout, but instead he gritted his teeth in stony silence. What the hell was happening to his life, to his sanity? He