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"That's what I thought too," she whispered "Until the assholes in the truck showed up at The Halove box?"

Soun, Drehipped around to face the threat Twodark suits stood with their hands clasped in front of the from their close-cropped hair to the way they held theraphed, they flipped open their wallet badges

"It's one point six ent Curtis This is Agent Ritter FBI Is there somewhere we can talk?"

Great Dreed a groan His life had just gotten a lot more complicated Why did that always seeuard, he stalked over to the it The Feds had come to Catfish Creek Lucky hi, filled with duainst Maisy Aucoin's cat Then Leah Ca into tohat was probably a stolen diamond and as definitely bad news in the forh and surrendered to the inevitable

He nodded at Curtis and handed hie "We can use my office"

"This doesn't involve you," Leah said, stubborn right down to the freckles on her toes

Ignoring Ritter's arched eyebrow and the s to smother, Drew turned his attention to the wo about his orderly world In her tight jeans, T-shirt and Doc Martens, with her long hair strea down her back like an invitation to wrap around his fist and hold tight, she was nothing but trouble And he wasn't about to let her out of his sight anytime soon

"Sweets," he said, his voice dropping to a lower register that he usually didn't use outside the bedroom "Don't even try to fool yourself on that one"

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Leah

If he didn't stop calling her Sweets she was going toshe didn't knohat but it would probably involve the hard toe of her Doc Martens She'd given him the cold shoulder on the ride over to the sheriff's office, only to have hinore it completely The man was an ass And now she had the Feds on her ass Just wait until her brother Isaac found out—and he would With his connections as part of the B-Squad Investigations and Security in Fort Worth, there was no way he wouldn't

Keeping that little tidbit to herself, she followed Drew into his office, taking the time to admire the way his ass made orn blue jeans look even better Yeah, it see over his butt under the circu trucks ere obviously co didn't shake her up It just pissed her off And when it caether like toasted PB and J

Drew's office could have been a picture in Texas Sheriff's Monthly There wasn't a single ite—with the exception of one fa his parents and bitch queen of a sister, Jessica—personal about the place

"Have a seat," Drew said, gesturing to the three chairs facing his desk as he sat down behind it "Why don't you guys bring me up to speed"

Nope That wasn't going to fly The Rhinestone Cowboys had co by the sidelines nohile the s This was her life and she wasn't about to be shut out of it—especially not by someone who'd taken her sense of trust and shredded it completely