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    Sharp pain pierced her side as her body bounced off the rocks and she settled a few inches from her landing spot with her calves still in the water. Grunting she pulled her limbs under her and scrambled to get to higher ground. The stones she wrapped her hands around cut into her palm as she hauled herself up. Her missed footholds sent pebbles splashing into the water.
    “Please, Lord, let the gators be too busy munching on Dustin to notice me.” She tossed the words into the air as she continued her upward climb.
    At the top, she threw her arm over the edge of the drop-off, groping for a handhold in the soft grasses and felt strong fingers encase her wrist in a vise-like grip. Suddenly, she was hauled straight up by her arm. Moira dangled in the air for a moment. She opened her mouth to thank her savior and promptly snapped it shut. Before she could come up with anything witty to say she was dropped onto solid earth.
    “Tell me, Cher, why am I always dragging you out of trouble?” Her good Samaritan, Kever LaRue, asked as he bent over to offer her a hand.
    Biting back the pain that speared her side and traveled up her arm, she brushed his hand away. It would be a cold day in hell before she took anything he offered. She inhaled as she rose, careful to keep from stroking her ribs. Show no weakness. “Kever LaRue, what are you doing here?” Moira plastered a smile on her face.
    “Other than saving your luscious ass once again? A motorist thought they were witnessing a domestic violence dispute and called it in. Me, being the diligent detective that I am, and since I happened to be in the area, I decided to check it out.” He stared at her through deceptively innocent eyes.
    “Hmph.” Moira started to walk in the direction of her car when two patrol cars swerved in, blocking her.
    “Just where do you think you’re going, Ms. Blackstone?” Kever secured her by the bicep and swung her around. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”
    She stared at him. He was six-foot-two, with black hair a tad too long that screamed at you to run your fingers through it and eyes as equally dark. Broad shoulders and a trim waist, Kever was a native son and one of the most eligible bachelors in the Baton Rouge area. He wielded his Cajun accent like a super power, making any woman within listening distance willing to drop her panties indiscriminately. His tan was testament to his outdoor activities. She’d heard more than once that he’d put himself through college hunting gators. He was also an arrogant ass who charmed her when she first moved into town. Moira rolled her eyes at him. At least they’d never shared more than a very hot kiss and she was claiming tipsy on that occasion. She’d be damned if she ended up on the gossip line’s phone tree.
    “Look, Kever, Dustin called me out here for a meeting. I didn’t realize that he wanted me to witness his suicide. He jumped off the end of the dock and we both know what’s in that water, so good luck finding the body.” She met his gaze and held it.
    “Moira, sweet, how many times do I have to tell you to stay away from the criminal element in town?” He released her arm and lifted his hand to trace a finger down her cheek. “You’re a woman, sug, there are some things you cannot do.”
    She turned her head from his touch and pursed her lips. “Really, you’re an ass, but I don’t hold that against you. I’m going to go sit in my car now.  If you have any further questions for me, send your partner, cause if you come I might shoot you.” Moira stalked off.
     
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    Kever watched as Moira stomped away from him. She was a stick of dynamite he’d been trying to light for the better part of a year. New Year’s Eve he’d almost done it too.  He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, swiveling it until he heard the bones pop.  That holiday they’d shared one kiss that he practically had to beg for. The feel of her soft lips brushing over his, the ways