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“About your deputy’s neck. How did you know he didn’t bleed?”
“We h
ad surveillance, of course.” He shook his head vehemently. “Where are you boys from anyhow?”
Randon shot Kurt a sideways glance. “Go outside and call the others. Tell them to meet you at Sheriff McKinney’s office.”
“Sheriff, would you mind to go with Kurt and show him the footage you have?”
“What about you? What are you planning to do?” the sheriff asked.
Kurt groaned. He probably had his reasonable suspicions.
“I need to see Detective Keen.”
“That’s not all you need to do with Detective Keen,” Kurt said, keeping his voice low. “If she’s the one, Randon, you probably need to get a little matter out of the way as soon as possible.”
“Are you crazy?” Randon snapped.
“I’m looking out for you—and her. Mating with her is the only way you’ll keep her safe.”
Chapter Six
“Were the two of you close?”
Pageant jerked and lifted her head. Woozy at first, she tried to gain her bearings. Shaking off sleep, she glanced over her shoulder and acknowledged the man standing there. “I thought I was dreaming until I saw you. Apparently I’m in the throes of a nightmare wrought with humiliation.”
“I’ve been looking for you,” Randon said.
“I’ve been kind of busy these last few hours. After you and I parted ways, someone followed me to my car.” She searched his eyes, hoping to see some level of humanity there, something to indicate he was sorry he hadn’t walked her back to the station and protected her from the big bad wolf, literally. Coming up empty-handed, she continued, “There was this strange phenomenon, a sensation that enveloped me, seemingly consumed me before—”
“Wait a minute. What kind of phenomenon?” Concern marred his brow. He inched closer.
Her jaw tightened. She had just started to answer him when her pride jumped in front of her, waving its darned attitude everywhere. “Well it sure wasn’t a handsome fella draped in leather and sex appeal if that’s what you’re hoping I’ll tell you.”
“Is sex all you ever think about?”
“Humph. Don’t flatter yourself.” Although she could somewhat understand where he might think as much. At this point, she only had one option. She could redeem herself by telling him what happened and then she could back the hell off. The guy clearly wasn’t interested in a brassy, forward woman.
“Look, somewhere between you skipping the onion rings you ordered and my accusation that you wanted to fuck me, we were getting along pretty well—”
“I thought so.”
He held up his hand. “Let me finish.” He rubbed his unshaven jaw, acting as if he were in deep thought. Then, he thumbed the air behind him. “They have a little snack bar near the lobby. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
“Sure. Why not?” She plucked her purse from the floor. “You kind of owe me.” She leaned down and kissed Bart’s cheek before she faced Randon again. “I forgive, big guy. I don’t forget.”
He held out his arm in a gentlemen’s gesture, waiting for her to leave the room first. As she walked in front of him, she could’ve sworn she heard a guttural moan, so masculine and sexy her knees nearly buckled.
She blew out a hard breath and worked her hips into an enticing sway just for a few kicks. For a split second, she wondered if he was paying attention to her ass. She didn’t wonder for longer than a moment. As soon as they left the ICU ward and passed the taped-off section housing the future home of the children’s wing, Randon made one hell of a bold play.
He grabbed her arm, swung her around one of the flimsy metal signs and pushed her into a hospital room still under construction. He immediately slammed the door behind them and used his body to barricade her against the wall.
Her heart pounded. Her nipples throbbed. Her gut clenched. The mix of lust and danger collided like a tropical storm meeting a ray of sunshine. Randon Shane represented that colorful rainbow, full of promise, bursting with hope. At the same time, he was a dark symbol of unprecedented strength, a fact that should’ve alarmed her given the fact they were all alone. “And here I thought you weren’t interested.”
“My level of interest is what should concern you.” He lowered his lips to hers and delivered a heart-stopping kiss, the kind that not only fueled desires, but independently stroked each one.
The first kiss left her pussy damp. The second made her nipples spike. The third and fourth left her grinding and groping and if there had been a fifth, let alone sixth, she would’ve stripped bare and begged for a fuck.
