Page 4 of Mustang Summer

“Who’s Max?”she asked, more to break the silence and take her mind off the fact that she wasn’t bothered by a strange man parked on top of her.

He didn’t turn to look at her.“He’s a deputy.”

Perfect.“You need to get off me.”

“No.You might run again.”

“If I run, I’ll look guilty of something and I’m not.Unless you plan on accosting me.”

“I’m not.”

He still wasn’t looking at her.She studied his hard profile.Calmness.The girl he ran down admitted she was afraid he might attack her, and while her tone hadn’t been quivering in fear, he didn’t twitch?

Why the nonreaction?

She’d half expected him to strong arm the answers he wanted out of her, or attempt to seduce the truth from her.He had the looks and body to be successful.The muscles of his biceps and shoulders were outlined for ultimate temptation by the black T-shirt he wore.His grease-stained jeans were like Josie kryptonite.And he’d find out soon enough why she was in Moore.Her brother’s court date was approaching and she planned to be there for support.

As long as they didn’t find out who she was until the cops were done with her, she had a chance of walking away without a legal trail following her.

From the way Brock tensed and lifted his chin to see farther down the road, she gatheredMaxwas on the way.She couldn’t hear anything while pressed into the weeds, but the lovely smell of prairie flowers took the bite out of the itchy foliage.

Faint gravel crunching must be the deputy parking.She didn’t bother lifting her head; she wouldn’t be able to see above the weeds anyway.They weren’t even fifty yards off the road and within minutes, another male’s voice reached her.

“Brock, what the hell?”

Brock opened his mouth, but she shouted over him.“Officer, help!This guy won’t let me go.”

That earned her a startled look from the man holding her down.

He might know the whole town, have a solid reputation, but she was still little ol’ her being restrained by a big guy and he was surprised she’d accuse him of wrongdoing.Brock Walker was a bit of a conundrum.

“Brock get off her.”The deputy approached, his gaze wary.He wasn’t twitching to put his hand on his gun, but from his expression she and Brock added ahaven’t seen this beforeevent to his career.

Brock scowled at Deputy Max but rose.As soon as the gearhead’s hot gaze left her, she wanted it back.

Ugh, the nerve she had.As if her bad taste in men hadn’t proved itself in the last few months, she was lusting after a Walker.The family had thrown her brother in jail and wouldn’t hesitate to do the same with her.She couldn’t fantasize about one of them.

But, dude, his cars weresick.

What’d a girl have to do to get into the shop he kept locked up solid?She’d wager he stored his completely refurbished Mustangs in the less dusty metal building.Her gaze swept his body, afraid she’d be willing to search him from head to toe looking for the key.

Deputy Max waited for her to stand before he spoke.“What’s going on?”

“I came home to find her running out of my barn.”

“That where you work on your cars?”When Brock nodded, Max eyed her.“What were you doing in his barn?”

“I wasn’t in there.”Josie worked to keep her voice steady, nerves suddenly vibrating with anxiety now that she was facing law enforcement.What if he didn’t believe her?Because she’d totally been in Brock’s barn.“I was driving through and wanted to stretch my legs.This is such picturesque country and I drove until I found a spot I could park and take a nature walk.”

“She was in my barn.”Brock said it like there was no reason to lie.

And, well, he was telling the truth…

“I wasn’t.I cut through his lawn, thinking no one was home.”She gestured to the cornfield behind his property.“Easier than cutting through that stuff.”

“No, it’s not.”Brock pointed to the trees they’d crashed through.“You wouldn’t have had to go through any trees, and there’s a nice gap between each row of corn.It’s not six feet high yet; you could see where you were going.”

How annoyingly factual.She smiled sweetly and crossed her arms over her chest.A movement that usually drew a man’s attention to her boobs.

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