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He just grinned with that ridiculous square jaw and those dimples. For a man of the law, he doesn’t have to be so damn sexy busting me for speeding and driving without a license.

Go to church.

My eyes go to the clock. I need to call Emberly and tell her what happened. I also need to be sure she’s going to be there tomorrow. There’s no way in hell I’m walking into that building by myself.

Betty Pepper will corral me in beside her and her stinky son Bucky wanting to know if I’ve recommitted my life to Christ.

As if.

The water is getting a little too hot, and I crank up the cold to cool it down. I consider sinking into my oversized copper tub. Last year, I took a semester’s worth of night classes in web design. Then in January, I launched my own website design business. I’m slowly building my client list, but it’s netted me enough money to afford some luxuries. This tub is one of my favorite things.

I actually saw it in the photos for Daisy’s antiques shop when she sent me the updates to her page on the Oceanside Village website, which I designed and maintain pro bono. That’s a fancy term for free, and it’s the only time I’ve ever done something like that.

It’s mainly for Emberly because she’s such an amazing baker and she’s so broke. I wanted to figure out a way to make her famous locally and maybe even worldwide without costing a ton of cash. If anybody deserves it, she does. She works so hard as a single mom to build a life for her and her daughter, my adorable god-daughter Coco.

Daisy is also a single mom, and she has a real eye for antiques. But after the way she slept with Travis Walker the five minutes he and I were together, no way in hell would I go in her store and buy anything from her. We’re not speaking.

So I bought it online and had it delivered—one of the special features I added to the site.

Of course, Jimmy Rhodes is her delivery boy. Emphasis on the word boy.

Daisy shares him with Wyatt at the hardware store. He’s “staying out of trouble” while he finishes high school, and he’s been making eyes at me ever since I had my bout of Travis-induced temporary insanity and spent a long afternoon with him last year.

God, I shudder at that memory.

Sometimes this town feels so small.

It was when everything started with Chad Tucker. It was the first time I ever saw him.

Shrugging off the rest of my clothes, I slide down into the warm water filling the tub, using my red painted toes to adjust the temperature. I showered before I went out tonight, but after that flashback, I need a little relaxation. I wish I’d poured a glass of wine.

Chad Tucker looked at me that night like I was a filet mignon and he’d been on rations for a month. He stood there all strong and silent, that muscle in his sexy jaw flexing back and forth.

Moving the sprayer between my legs, I slide it gently up and down over my clit as I close my eyes and remember his dark ones on me. I walked past him without a word, but he radiated heat.

The lines in his forearms, the way he filled out that uniform… He looked at me the same way tonight, like he wouldn’t just kiss me. He’d devour me. Those eyes, burning with lust. That body, so firm and powerful.

Out come the handcuffs, and he presses me against the wall, pinned by his strong physique. My hands are jerked behind my back, and his mouth is right at my ear. Hot breath, his hard cock pressing against my ass…

Oh! Oh my goodness…

“Shit!” I hiss as currents of pleasure shudder through my thighs.

I move the sprayer to my stomach and curl closer in the warm water, giggling at the idea of me jilling off to the image of a hot cop.

A cop.

Get your head straight, Tabitha. I’m not interested in a square officer of the law any more than he would be interested in me.

Oil and vinegar.

We do not mix.

But damn, that fantasy felt like heaven…

The door to the sanctuary makes a loud squeak as I pull it open, and the entire congregation turns to look at us.

My best friend stands next to me, and while she’s a regular church attender, the weight of their stares makes me feel like I owe some sort of explanation.