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think I’ll park the car by the practice fields. There should be plenty of fly balls zipping around.”
    He winced. “Is that 545 Lyle’s car?”
    â€œTechnically it’s community property. He bought it with joint assets.”
    â€œIf I were you, I’d make a note of that to tell the judge.”
    â€œI will.”
    He chuckled.
    Jill pulled her knees to her chest and sighed. This was nice—fun. If she’d been sixteen, talking to Mac in the dark would have been the answer to her prayers. At twenty-eight, it wasn’t half-bad, either.
    â€œWhy here?” he asked. “You could have gotten a job anywhere.”
    â€œThanks for the vote of confidence. This gig is temporary. Actually it was my father’s idea.”
    Mac stared at her. “He suggested it?”
    â€œOh, yeah. When I told him what had happened, he told me about the vacant practice here. You’d think that moving clear to the other side of the country would make him less of a meddler in town affairs, but no. It’s as if he’s still around the corner instead of in Florida.”
    â€œHe does keep a hand in,” Mac said. “Judge Strathern told me about the vacancy in the sheriff’s office.”
    Jill didn’t know which surprised her more—that her father kept in contact with Mac or that Mac referred to him so formally. They’d known each other for years. Mac had practically grown up in her father’s house. Of course Mac being the housekeeper’s son probably put their relationship on a different level. Not that she’d cared about things like that. When she’d been a teenager all she’d cared about was how gorgeous Mac had been and how her heart had beat like hummingbird wings every time he smiled at her.
    â€œSo my dad’s to blame for both of us being here,” she said. “Although you like it.”
    â€œMaybe the town will grow on you.”
    â€œLike a wart? No thanks.”
    She fingered her hair and realized it had started to dry. In a matter of minutes it would be a wild and wooly mess. She reached up and began to weave it into a loose braid.
    â€œI don’t remember your hair being that curly,” he said as he watched.
    Jill thought about how she’d looked earlier that day—a stained, drunk, frizzy mess. “It has a mind of its own. I tame it with a combination of iron will and hair products. Blow dryer, flatiron and an assortment of bottles and jars. Give me electricity, my tools and an hour and you’ll see sleek, perfect hair.”
    â€œWhy go to all that trouble?”
    Spoken like a true man. “To keep it controlled and borderline normal.”
    â€œCurly hair is sexy.”
    Four simple words that made her stomach clench and her mouth go dry. She wanted to shake her head and flaunt her curls. She wanted to dance on the lawn and announce to the heavens that Mac thought she had sexy hair.
    â€œEspecially when it’s long, like yours.”
    The world just got better and better.
    â€œThanks.”
    Ooh, she sounded so cool and casual. Good thing he couldn’t see the chorus line of hormones doing the happy dance.
    Mac stood. “This has been nice, Jill, but I need to get back and check on Emily. I wouldn’t want her to wake up and find the house empty.”
    â€œGood point.”
    She held in the regretful sigh and managed not to say how she wished they could talk about her sexy hair a little bit longer. Maybe next time.
    She waved as Mac walked toward his house, then turned toward her own back door. Just as her fingers touched the door handle, she froze.
    Maybe next time? Had she really thought that? No, no, no, no, no. There was no this time or next time or anytime. Mac was here—small-town sheriff makes good with kid. She was there—big-city corporate law shark. That was her—swimming for freedom. She did not want to get trapped here in Los Lobos. She wanted big