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“You don’t want to help save the town?”

“The rules are the rules.” Danny shrugs.

When did he become a rule follower? It had to have been after the carnival incident a few years ago. I’m so not bringing that up.

“Come on, Danny,” I start to plead.

“You have to make it worth it for me. I might lose my job over this.”

“Your dad isn’t going to fire you.”

“He might,” Danny huffs. “But maybe if you agree to a few dates with me, I could give you a key.”

Damn it.

“A few?” He nods. I think for a second and hold up my finger. “One.”

“No deal.”

“All right.” I shrug, calling his bluff. I turn to leave, and he immediately calls me back.

“Wait! Okay, deal.”

“No kissing, and we stay in town.”

“Fine,” he relents.

“Hit me with a key, Danny boy.”

Two seconds later, I have the key in my possession. I'm not too bad at this investigating thing. I didn't even have to go to a fancy FBI academy.

Chapter Four

NEIL

I check my watch and give her another thirty seconds. When the time is up, I walk inside and past the front desk. The young clerk is on the phone, and when he sees me, his face pales.

“Wait, Mr. Anders, I need to talk to you,” he calls from behind me, but I ignore him. “Mr. Anders!”

The small hotel is only three floors, so I skip the elevator and opt for the stairs. Whatever shouts of protest he was making are fading away when I reach the top and take out my room key.

When Mrs. Nelson at the diner tried to chat me up, I had a feeling something was happening. I made an excuse about leaving something in my car and went in search of Georgia. She wasn’t exactly discreet about it seeing as how her cruiser is parked directly in front of the hotel and not at the station where she said she would meet me.

I stayed outside and listened to her conversation with the guy at the counter, then gave her a little time to do her snooping. I’ve got nothing in my room that would be of any interest to her, so I figured I’d let her play detective. She seems to enjoy the theatrics of all this more than anything.

Part of me wishes it wasn’t so damn adorable watching her pretend to be a cop. It’s making my job harder than it needs to be. And I’m not going to think about what it’s doing to my cock.

From everything I’ve seen in this town, there’s a need for law enforcement about as much as they need surf instructors. Which is to say, not at all. But I guess if it gives the town peace of mind having one on hand, and it lets Georgia play dress-up, what’s the harm?

My duty to my job reminds me that this isn’t about letting her have a good time. It’s about holding someone responsible for the death of Simon Gregory. Even if Simon was the reason Simon was killed.

Taking out my room key, I press my ear to the door before I scan it. There’s a shuffle and then a loud thump, followed by a crash.

“Dang it, why would they put a lamp by the bed?” Georgia asks herself on the other side of the door.

It’s an effort to hide my smile as I scan the key on the lock. It beeps, and then I hear her scrambling before I push open the door to my room.

As I glance around, I see she’s not exactly been discreet in her snooping. I’m generally a neat person, so I can tell right away she’s looked through a lot of stuff and not put any of it back where it goes.

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