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"Yeah, kinda sinks in, doesn't it?" he asked with another hundred dollar smile.
"Yes—it does." Suddenly he seemed very aware of her state of dress and his own nearness. He backed away, although there was a reluctance in his eyes.
Good thinking!
"Well goodnight. There's a television in the corner over there and the remote is on top." He said starting for the door.
"Thanks, Sheriff."
Something in his facial expression changed and he came toward her with a purpose, he pulled her chin up to look into her eyes. How could she ever think those brown eyes were ever cold and hard. "The name's Ben. I'm not always a Sheriff, in fact, I'm off duty..."
"Ben," she barely whispered.
He stared into her face and then smiled. "I'm sorry about the handcuffs this afternoon."
Absently, his fingers grazed her chin and rubbed.
Erotic...that's what it was!
"It's okay, no harm done. I guess you had a point. My state of dress was indecent."
"Goodnight," he said, his head bending just a fraction toward hers before good sense prevailed and he turned and walked out the door.
She let out a held breath, "Wow, what was that ....?"
She lay back on the bed, and decided it was time to call it a night. She had to get her heartbeat back to normal. She had to be reasonable. She had to remember Chad.
But a soft knock at the door brought her up again. "Yes?"
"I never thought to ask, but is there anyone you need to call?" He asked as she cracked the door and looked at him.
He had unbuttoned his shirt a little and looked as though he'd been about to get ready for bed himself.
"I can do it tomorrow."
"Yeah, right, well, goodnight again," he said his eyes traveling her slowly.
"Goodnight, Sheriff." she said with a smile and closed the door.
She leaned against it, closed her eyes and imagined all the things a girl shouldn't imagine when she's stranded with a hellova good looking man. She doubted she'd sleep tonight.
Chapter Four
The next morning a car was parked out front, Mrs. Johnson, his housekeeper was there, but the Sheriff was gone. Savannah dressed in his sister's clothes again and rushed out and into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, I overslept, I guess. Has the Sheriff left?"
"Yes, he said something about your car being towed. Said he'd be back directly. I'm Mrs. Johnson, you must be ..."
"Savannah Kingsley," she smiled at the older lady. She was tall, and thin, and in her late fifties or sixties. Attractive though for her age, Savannah thought.
"What a pretty name." The way she was smiling made Savannah wonder what was going on, but she said nothing. "Are you by any chance kin to Lucy Harper?"
"Why yes, I am. She's my aunt."
"Your aunt, well, I swan, if that don't beat all. Don't know why I thought of Lucy, but she used to talk about her sister's family a lot. And they never visited her so everyone kind of thought she made them up or something. But I remember her talking about the Kingsley's, not a name you forget. I'm so glad you came for a visit. She'll be so sorry she missed you. She hasn't had a relative visit in so long; she might faint from the shock of it."
"Well, that's odd that she talked about us at all, since my parents haven't spoken to her in years. It happened long ago. I don't even think Mother remembers why."
