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I’d love nothing more than to pump her full, but I think it’s better if I keep that to myself. “I’ll need access to your files. Might as well be friendly about it.”

Her expression is skeptical as she crosses her arms under her tits. All it does is push them up higher, and fuck, my dick is getting to the point that I won’t be able to hide my erection.

“Look,” I say, going for honesty. “I was told to come here and do this. The sooner I see your files and check over the case, the sooner I can go.”

“I’ll allow it.” She raises her chin like she’s offering me a deal. “Come by the station tomorrow. Right now I’m late to a wedding, and I need to skedaddle.”

“There’s that word again,” I say and shake my head.

“You wish you had my vocabulary.”

She throws two fingers over her shoulder as she takes off in the direction of the tent. Did she just throw up deuces at me?

Sheriff Georgia Dawson is nothing like I expected. As I watch her big round ass jiggle as she walks away, I can’t help but think that maybe this assignment isn’t so bad after all.

Chapter Three

GEORGIA

“Morning, Sheriff,” Jenny says as she places a donut and a glass of milk in front of me.

“This is the best perk of being a cop.” I pick up the frosted donut topped with sprinkles and take a giant bite. A few sprinkles fall onto the counter of the diner, and I sweep them into a napkin.

“You’ve been eating frosted sprinkle donuts since you were five,” Jenny points out.

“Well, this morning I want coffee,” I inform her.

“Really?” Jenny’s expression is skeptical.

“Yes.” I was up late worrying about what this agent might know and the reasons he could be investigating Simon’s death.

“If you say so.” When Jenny reaches to take my milk, I pull it closer.

“Hey, I need that too. You can't eat donuts without milk.” That should be a law. Maybe I could make it one. How do laws even get made?

“One cup of coffee.” Jenny places it on the vinyl countertop, and I scrunch my nose. The smell of coffee isn't even enticing. “Are you sure you want coffee? I don't think you need the extra energy.”

“I had a rough night.”

I was thinking about the overly handsome FBI agent and if he might be here to take down Rhodes. The owner of the hardware store is one of the nicest people in this town. Except for that one time he shot and killed someone, but things happen. I'm not judging.

“You were on that dance floor all night throwing back glasses of champagne.” Jenny raises an eyebrow at me.

“I'd never had champagne before. It was rather yummy even if it did make me burp like crazy.” All the alcohol might be why I'm exhausted too, I suppose.

“I'll get you some sugar and cream for the coffee.”

“Probably a good idea.” I stare down at the steam coming off of it and bite into my donut.

Mrs. Nelson takes the seat next to mine at the counter, and Jenny comes right over. She drops off my sugar and cream while also pouring a cup for Mrs. Nelson.

“We need to talk.” Mrs. Nelson says it low so that only I can hear.

“Why? I turn to face her more. “You got some gossip?”

“The FBI agent.”

“You know he's FBI!”

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