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winking at Diesel.
    She watched with barely contained amusement as his eyebrows shot up and he struggled to look impassive again. So cute. The military man was more man than any one woman could handle, yet he was positively bashful when she implied that she might just want to do horribly delicious things to him. If he hadn’t handcuffed her and stopped her from leaving, she might just have swooned.
    Okay, actually, the handcuffs kind of helped.
    “That still doesn’t explain why you broke into my home,” he grumbled, taking a step back from her, as if to gauge her trustworthiness.
    She conjured up her best doe eyes and looked at him as the picture of innocence, save for the skintight black clothes and the low-cropped top that showed far more of her cleavage than it probably should have. Ok, so she might have looked more like a vixen trying to pretend to be pure and nice, but whatever. A girl’s gotta work with what she has, right?
    “It was just so cold outside. And I saw this house and there was no one here… and the window was open. It looked like no one lived here so I figured I could crash for one night and then find a place in town tomorrow. I was just so tired I couldn’t walk another step and this looked like a godsend. Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m mortified that I had to meet you like this.”
    She hid her face in her shoulder and heaved a few makeshift sobs. By the time she was really clicking with that inner drama queen, Diesel had to ruin it all. He snorted, putting his finger under her chin and lifting her face to look at him. There wasn’t a single tear in her eyes, and Diesel didn’t look very amused. But his skin on hers made her tingle all over, like little electric bolts were being shot through her and careening into the stratosphere right off of her. It was enough to get her all hot and bothered.
    “Sure. Cut the act, doe-eyes. I might not know about your newfangled apps but I know when someone’s lying to me. I don’t think you’ve told me a single thing that’s true so far. And that window was locked. So what are you really here for?”
    Nothing seemed to be going according to plan. Not only was the sexy sheriff not buying her damsel in distress routine, but she wasn’t doing all that well at keeping her head clear around him either. Damn him. Damn him to hell!
    Who are you kidding? You’d never wanna hang out with the prudes in heaven anyway. Much rather be licking some tequila off of his ridged abs in hell.
    Yup, that whole thing about keeping her focus was going real well.
    She licked across her lips, trying to figure out what to say. Though, in all honesty, it wasn’t that bad just looking at him. He exuded confidence, competence, and she felt that animal attraction for him that she’d heard so much about. While she’d been with Blade for many years, she never felt passion for him. It was just nice being protected and kept in one place for once, instead of being shuffled around like a second hand car with bad breaks.
    But with this guy… Sonya could definitely see herself feeling plenty of passion for the built, breathtaking statue of a man.
    “You don’t look like a mind-reader, dude. How about you don’t make assumptions about me and I won’t make any about you, huh? Like, if I wanted to be jaded, I’d assume you were some kind of bored, aggressive brute who just likes tying women up and having his way with them. I don’t even know if you’re actually the sheriff!”
    She jangled her handcuffs for effect and he withdrew his hand. Sonya missed his touch right away. He pointed to his badge and she rolled her eyes. Facts had nothing against her rhetoric.
    “Anyway. I did come here because of the ad, though I’m getting second thoughts now. It said you were looking for a no-nonsense woman, and I’m pretty sure all of this can be squarely categorized within the bounds of ‘nonsense’. I didn’t know you lived here. The place doesn’t even have your scent! I was tired and