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with several state and federal organizations, along with some private firms. They bring me in to help in extracting children from dangerous situations.”

    “Domestic abductions?” he asked.

    “Sometimes.” Domestic abductions meant the kidnapping of a child by the noncustodial parent. “Sometimes it’s a straight kidnapping for money or revenge.”

    She stopped talking the second she realized she wanted Quinn to be impressed. Don’t be an idiot, she told herself. What did she care what this guy thought of her?

    She fed him the last of the granola bar then unwrapped one for herself.

    “Is there a Mr. D.J.?” he asked.

    “No.”

    “Just no?” Quinn raised his eyebrows. “A former Mr. D.J., then?”

    “Not even close.”

    “Why not? A pretty woman like you should be married.”

    She laughed. “You sound like an Italian grandma. I have no interest in getting married. It was an institution invented by men to get their needs met. They get full-time live-in help, including a maid and a nanny when they have kids. Not only don’t they have to pay for it, but most wives will do all that and go get a job. Marriage is a great deal for men, but what do women get out of it?”

    “Safety. Security.”

    “Right. Tell that to the women at the local shelter. The ones who have been beat up by their loving husbands.”

    “You’ve obviously thought this through,” he said.

    “It didn’t take long.”

    She finished her granola bar and opened his second one.

    “So you keep your men on a short leash?”

    She leaned toward him. “I keep them in a cage.”

    She’d thought he might be offended by her opinions and bluntness, but instead he laughed. Her forearm brushed his chest, and she felt the rumble of his amusement.

    His dark gaze locked with hers. “Do you have them all running scared or are a few of them brave enough to stand up to you?”

    “Most are too busy heading for the hills. They want soft, gentle, trusting women.”

    “You can be soft.”

    “Right. That’s me. A delicate flower.”

    “You’re still a woman, D.J. Combat boots and a few fancy moves don’t change that.”

    She thought of herself as competent and independent. Not soft. Soft implied weak. “My moves aren’t fancy and I have more than a few of them.”

    “Tough talk for a girl.”

    She held up the piece of the granola bar. “Do you want to eat this, or do you want to keep flapping your lips?”

    He obligingly opened his mouth. She moved closer. This time, though, as he took the food, his lip came in contact with her fingertips.

    There was a flash of heat where their skin touched, along with a flicker of tightness in her stomach. D.J. nearly jumped in surprise. What on earth was that? She didn’t react to men. Not now, not ever. She liked some, disliked others and rarely trusted any of them.

    Unsettled, but determined not to show it, she continued to feed him the granola bar but was careful to make sure there wasn’t anymore contact. As she finished her second bar, she tried to analyze what was going on. Okay, Quinn wasn’t like most men she met. He was unfazed by her or by being tied up. He was an excellent fighter, probably in Special Forces and most likely stationed overseas. He was –

    Tall, dark and good-looking. Of course.

    Relief coursed through her as she realized what was going on. Quinn Reynolds reminded her of the Haynes brothers. All four of them shared the same general physique, dark coloring and facial structure. She’d known Travis Haynes, the sheriff, and Kyle Haynes, one of the deputies, since she’d first moved to Glenwood. Over the past few years, she’d met the other brothers.

    They were all good guys, and some of the very few men she trusted. Quinn looked enough like them to put her off balance.

    Having solved the problem, D.J. relaxed. She fed Quinn his chocolate bar, ate her own, then used her penknife to cut the apple in two, then divide it into slices.

    “I don’t think