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“Because I asked you to.” Straightening, I put my hands on my hips.

Her hands tighten on the steering wheel, and she wiggles around in her seat.

“Is something wrong, Miss Green?”

Frustration flickers across her face and she jerks the door handle before pushing it open roughly. She steps out, and I see she’s wearing one of her usual, curve-hugging dresses. This one is red.

She reaches down to tug the hem, and I tear my eyes away from the moonlight glistening on the soft rise of her breasts.

Heat rises below my belt as a memory flashes to the front of my mind. I’ll never un-see Tabitha Green standing wet, in only a transparent lace bra and panties. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head, and her dark nipples were straining through her bra. Damn, she was sex on wheels.

Clearing my throat, I focus on my job. “Looked like you were going about forty-five just now.”

“That’s not really very fast.” She lifts her chin, our eyes meet, and it’s the same as it always is between us.

Sparks.

Truthfully, I haven’t been avoiding her, but I know she does her best not to be in the same room as me at all times. It’s confusing, because I know girls like Tabby. I grew up with one, and being fearless is her most valued character trait.

She’s not afraid of me.

“It’s too fast at night driving through Oceanside. You could hit someone walking or riding a bike.”

“Nobody is out at night in Oceanside.” Her tone is defiant, challenging. “You know that as well as I do, Deputy Tucker.”

“You can call me Chad.”

“Not while you’re on duty.”

I want to laugh, but no way. I have to keep the upper hand on this lady. “May I see your driver’s license?”

Her bottom jaw drops, causing her lips to form a little O. I clear my throat against the pornographic image it conjures.

“You’re going to give me a ticket?”

“Maybe. I need to see your license.”

“But…”

“License, please.”

She turns to the car and hesitates a moment before turning back. “I don’t have it with me.”

Now it’s my turn to frown. “You’re driving without a license? Weren’t you just at the Tuna Tiki? Did they even card you?”

“I couldn’t find it. Anyway, everybody knows everybody around here. You know me.”

Straightening to my full, six-foot two height, I cross my arms, thinking about this interesting situation.

“So speeding, driving without a license, blowing a stop sign…” My eyes travel down to her bare feet. Her toenails are painted red. “Can you walk a straight line?”

“Of course I can.” She turns quickly, walking on her tiptoes away from me.

My eyes are drawn to the sway of her perky ass. Jesus, get a grip, Tucker.

She stops and walks back slowly. “Are you planning to arrest me?”

Her voice is a sultry challenge. A hint of a grin is on her lips, and yep. It’s a total turn-on.