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“You stole a turkey?”
“I did. I replaced it with a frozen one.”
He looked back out the window, but I saw the grin.
“That turkey became an urban legend in our town. Spotting Tom was a sign of luck.”
He was looking at me again, not hiding the smile now. “You named him Tom.”
“Yeah. I realized I was following a random turkey because I thought maybe I’d see Brock.”
The smile dropped from his face.
I turned into him. “I just want to know my friend is okay. It’s the not knowing. Is he alive, dead, happy…he deserved better than he got. And as much as I loved him, what you make me feel, I’ve never felt this way before.”
His voice was rough when he asked, “How’s that?”
“Crazy and excited, hot and anxious. One minute you make me laugh and the next you make me…wet.”
He looked suddenly hungry and was looking at me like I was dinner. “And that look…that look kills me,” I added.
“I’d fuck you right now,” he muttered and started up his truck. “But I’m the fucking sheriff.”
“Killian.”
His hot gaze swung back to me.
“I saw the ranger on my property.” Heat turned cold so fast I got a chill. “I climbed a tree to find my house, saw a truck. Got close enough, saw the emblem. I followed him off the property, but he wasn’t alone. There was a man in a truck, same truck I saw in town.”
“Lots of trucks in town, Baby.”
“He was watching me.”
His expression turned dark; his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Did he approach you?”
“No, but when he pulled away, he was watching me in the mirrors. It was creepy.” Killian was clenching his jaw again. I thought I understood the ire until he said, “Not sure if I’m more pissed that fucker was on your property or that, once again, I’m being kept from sinking my cock into your sweet body.” He pulled back onto the road.
“Definitely the latter for me,” I whispered.
He glanced over, those blue eyes warmed, and he grinned.
Chapter Twenty
killian
“Why the fuckwere you on her property?” Killian had Sebastian up against the wall at the ranger station.
Sebastian’s face was purple from anger, but he couldn’t budge Killian. “Get the fuck off of me.”
“Answer me here or I lock your ass up and put a call in to your bosses that you’re a stalker. Your fucking call.”
“I’m not stalking her.”
“I’m losing my patience.”
“Poaching,” he bit out. “I’ve been tracking poachers.”
Killian moved in, tightened his hold, cutting off his air and bit out, “There are poachers on her property, and you didn’t fucking tell me? Or her?”
