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wickedness.
    He rubbed the back of his neck and focused on anything but his cock and what he’d like to do with it. “It’s an erection year— election year. Everything I do reflects on the Sherriff and the county. And if Jimmy Michaels doesn’t get reelected as Sherriff in the fall, his replacement could remove me. I’m not saying I won’t agree to going there. We had a deal. Just don’t expect to get me slobbering drunk. I’ll draw the line at anything that could risk my position and that of others.”
    A breath filled her lungs and she nodded. “Change of plans then. We’ll go to your house.”
    His house? Damn it. His jaws threatened to shatter at the pressure they were holding. What had he been thinking? Public where he’d have the pressure of watching eyes to keep his hands to himself would have been damn near perfect.
    Now they would be at his house.
    Alone.
    Together. Fuck, he just couldn’t think around her. And when did he start mentally cussing this much? “I’m not saying I won’t go there and play a game with you.”
    “No, no. It’s fine.” Her hand that could do so much to his body with the slightest touch waved temptingly in front of his face. “I’m not setting out to publicly humiliate you. I just want you to have some fun for once.”
    He frowned. “I have fun all the time.”
    She shook her head and turned around. “Sure you do. Do you have a DVD player?”
    “Yes.” Because his mom gave him one for Christmas. He’d never used it. He didn’t have time for TV. He didn’t mention it was still in the box and stashed…somewhere. The hall closet, he was fairly sure. Behind his winter coats.
    “Great. Let’s go to the video store.” She trotted down the steps.
    “You’re going to trade in a pool game for a movie?” As in, make him trade in from a public hands-to-himself-why-did-he-talk-himself-out-of-that to his house, on his couch, just the two of them? In the dark.
    She stopped and looked back at him. “How often do you take off your shoes and just watch a movie?” When he didn’t give an answer, she shook her head. Her eyes were heavy with sadness. “What I thought. I’ll get the movie. You do have popcorn and stuff, don’t you?”
    He had popcorn. He didn’t know what else counted as stuff, but he wasn’t interested in getting hammered at home either. He had to be a work in the morning and didn’t want to do it with a hangover. As far as he was concerned, “stuff” meant water. Or tea. “Yeah.”
    She flashed him one of those heart stopping grins. Which was, you know, just one of her usual grins.
    “Meet you at your house in a bit.” She turned and trotted down the stairs.
    In her tight jeans, her ass didn’t bounce, but it was still a fine sight. Christ, he was getting a boner on the steps of the Courthouse. And he was worried she might embarrass him.
    He climbed in his truck and drove straight home. There was no stopping anywhere. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her voice all day long from the next room had driven him into mad distraction. He’d hardly accomplished a thing. Scratch that. He probably set a record for holding the longest boner.
    And why could he still smell her perfume? Fifteen minutes apart and he shouldn’t be smelling her. Or remembering her uncertain, nearly fearful eyes as she stared at Mary Sue. He’d always known Tiffany to tackle anything life dished her, sometimes literally, but as she’d stared at the little wisp of pregnant and harmless Mary Sue, there was no mistaking her intimidated fear.
    He parked in his drive and rested his head on the steering wheel for a few minutes. He could get through this and keep his hands to himself.
    His fingers curled around the steering wheel, remembering the heat of her back when he’d made the overwhelming, god-awful mistake of touching her. He didn’t touch when he wasn’t dragging her ass out of one situation or another. His fingertips twitched, recalling the turn of her hips under