A Lawman in Her Stocking

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    Shaking his head, Dylan made the decision to put it out of his mind. He had a feeling he could spend the rest of the day speculating on what he could do to resolve the matter and never come up with a solution. Besides, thinking about it just made his eyebrow twitch and his stomach churn.
     
    Brenna shivered uncontrollably as she hurried down the sidewalk. Why had she opted to walk fromher shop instead of driving the distance to the grade school? In the hour she’d been inside working with the fourth graders, the temperature had dropped a good twenty degrees and the cold rain pelting down on her felt like icy needles.
    If only the storm had waited just a few more minutes, she’d have reached her shop before the downpour started. But it hadn’t and instead of being dry and warm, she was completely soaked and chilled to the bone.
    For the third time in as many minutes, she wondered what had possessed her to choose a Polynesian Christmas tale and a hula girl costume for today’s story hour. The rain had quickly soaked the grass skirt, and besides clinging to her legs like pieces of limp spaghetti, it felt as if it weighed twenty pounds. She’d worn her hair down and the long, wet strands slapped her in the face with every gust of wind.
    But if there was any part of her that felt more miserable than another, it had to be her feet. The flip-flop shoes she’d worn offered no protection from the weather at all. Her feet were drenched, extremely cold, and with every step the shoes slopped cold water up from the sidewalk onto the backs of her legs. Fortunately, she’d thought to throw a jacket in her tote bag and her hot-pink sports bra was blessedly dry. At least, for the moment.
    Why hadn’t she opted to wear mukluks and tell the story of Nanook of the North? she wondered as she plodded through yet another puddle. At least she’d be warmer than she was now.
    Trying not to think about how miserable she was, it took a moment for her to realize that the sheriff’sSUV had pulled up beside her. When the power window slid down, Dylan was frowning. “Come on. Get in out of the rain.”
    Brenna was so glad to see him, she didn’t think twice about accepting his offer, even though he’d told her to get into the truck instead of asking. Opening the door, she quickly slid into the passenger side of the nice, warm vehicle and closed the door.
    “N-nice day…f-for ducks…w-wouldn’t you say?” She shivered uncontrollably and her teeth chattered so badly they sounded like castanets.
    “Damn, darlin’, you’re frozen,” Dylan said, turning the heat to full blast. The warm air immediately washed over her and felt absolutely heavenly.
    “Th-thank you…f-for the…r-ride,” she managed to get out around her clicking teeth.
    Shifting the SUV into park, he reached over to rub his hands up and down her arms. “Why didn’t you drive to the school? Didn’t you hear the weather report this morning about a blue norther blowing through?”
    “I d-didn’t listen to…t-the radio this morning. Besides, I th-thought I would be…finished before it started raining.” The chattering began to slow down as she felt the heat from Dylan’s hands flow through her. “I was wrong.”
    “Obviously.” He reached over to help her out of her wet jacket, then slipped out of his dry, leather one and placed it around her shoulders.
    His gaze leisurely traveled the length of her, stopping at her sports bra, then traveling down to her skirt. The wet strands of grass had parted so her thighs weremostly exposed. Her cheeks heated and, reaching down, she tried to arrange the strips to cover herself.
    “I’m afraid this isn’t very appropriate for this type of weather,” she said, uncertain whether the shiver that snaked up her spine was due to the weather, or from his heated gaze.
    His deep chuckle sent a fresh wave of goose bumps sweeping across her skin and she knew the tremor had nothing to do with the chilling rain. “I can honestly

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