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Dakota sed “That would be me”

Without even a hello, the overweight, balding man pulled her out of the car Her Lakers cap fell from her lap as he marched her to a second car where two more officers stood Next to them, the female officer that had cuffed her seemed to have loosened the bun on her head, and she offered a smile

In an effort to ease the tension, Dakota lifted her eyebrows and tried to grin

“This is all such a huge ” Dakota let a little bit of the South slip into her accent

Mr Baldy held up a hand, stopping her, and nodded toward the female officer “Is this her?”

The woman stepped closer, tilted her head “Who are Mathew and Cassidy?”

For one brief second, Dakota’s brain short-circuited “What?”

The woman simply stared

“Surrender to Me?” The title of her last bestseller fell from Dakota’s lips and the officer’s eyes lit

“I think it’s her,” the female officer murmured

While the officers exchanged glances, Dakota kept talkingafter all, outside of writing, it hat she did best “My friend and I are here for a conference The Morrison is hosting Booklovers Unite That sweet little old lady simply misheard my friend There’s no bomb” She whispered the word bomb and looked around them

Dakota’s gaze e, which was strewn, panties and all, across the sideith o in a book

“Ms Laurens, you do understand the severity of yelling the word boht?”

Dakota met the dark eyes of the only man not in unifor”

“Mrs Leland said you pointed to a bag and—”

“I’m a writer, Mr”

“Hansen”

Dakota smiled “Mr Hansen As a writer, I tend to let e person My friend and I seee in the very back of the plane, and for a fewto appear down that chute As a writer, I thought, and whispered, ‘I suppose it could be worsethere could be a bomb in here soet to the hotel’ Well, my friend Mary shovedI knew, Mrs Leland, bless her little ol’ heart, started yelling we had a borave” Dakota lifted her right hand and hoped her Nana wouldn’t be pissed if and when she ever learned that Dakota buried her prematurely