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felt herself flushing hot with a volatile mixture of embarrassment and indignation.
    “I beg your pardon.” Kristen stiffened up and almost fell over, not fully balanced on her heels.
    “Don’t pay him any mind.” Brandon waved away her perfectly justifiable outrage. “He’s just teasing.”
    “But that doesn’t mean I’m lying. He has been talking about you for hours,” the other man revealed as he nodded at Brandon, who shot him a dirty look. The deputy didn’t seem to care or even notice. He was too busy pointedly checking Kristen out. “And I’ve got to say I can see why. You’re a cute one…except for the makeup. Honey, it’s not supposed to be painted on.”
    “I…I…I…” She didn’t know what to say to that. Kristen blinked and glanced down at the card in her hands and decided to simply ignore both men’s inappropriate comments.
    “I need this filled out.” She lifted the fingerprint card toward them and kept her tone as formal and polite as she could. “I don’t suppose either one of you could assist me with this, or perhaps there’s another deputy available?”
    “I’m always available for you, Miss Kristen,” Brandon instantly assured her, taking the card from her as he started to nod toward the small gate cut into the counter. “Why don’t you ⎯ ”
    “Give that to me.” His buddy cut Brandon off, snatching the card out of his hand. “After all, you are assigned to the front desk. You can’t leave your station.”
    “You could cover,” Brandon shot back, his tone hardening slightly as he turned on his fellow deputy.
    “I could, but I won’t.” The man stepped around him with that sharp retort and offered Kristen a smile. “Please, come this way, Miss Kristen.”
    “It’s Miss Harold,” Kristen corrected him primly, wishing Brandon had won that argument.
    Whatever he’d said about her, she felt certain she was in safer hands with him. This deputy, on the other hand, was unnerving with his bluntness and his sparkling blue eyes. He was a handsome fellow, as tall and thick as Deputy Hammel but with a more rakish smile and cut features that Kristen didn’t trust.
    “I guess I stand corrected.” The man bowed formally, earning a round of chuckles from the other deputies, who all seemed to be watching them now. “Please, my lady, would you mind stepping this way.”
    She would, but Kristen didn’t have a choice, and so she stepped through the gate the deputy held open and all but fell over as she missed the step down. Kristen couldn’t catch her balance on the heels and went crashing into the deputy, who caught her with one arm and pinned her against his hard frame.
    Kristen had never been pressed up against a man so closely or felt him so intimately pressing back against her. Her eyes rounded and darted up to his as her mouth fell open in shock. He was hard. His penis, it was huge .
    And he was thumping against her!
    Kristen jerked back in shock, stumbling over her heels once again. This time there was nobody to catch her. Kristen went down hard, causing about every deputy to leap to their feet. Unfortunately there was only one close enough to scoop her off the ground.
    Kristen let out a squeal as she found herself suddenly levitating in a set of strong arms. The deputy’s heady, heated scent washed over her, leaving her feeling intoxicated and wobbly on the heels she found herself having to balance on once again.
    “I’m sorry about that, Miss Harold. I should have warned you about the step,” the deputy apologized as he held on to her arm, keeping her steady as now concerned eyes raked over her. “You didn’t hurt anything, did you?”
    Nothing more than her pride and dignity.
    “Get out of the way.” Deputy Hammel came rushing up to shove the deputy’s body back, forcing the man to let go and leaving Kristen still in a slight daze as she watched the two bicker.
    “Hey, man, don’t push me.”
    “Then don’t be getting in my way.”
    “What the hell