Page 8 of Sofa King Wanted

The obvious place for her to hide would be the closet or under the bed, but the resident sheriff has chosen behind the curtains. I know because I can see her shoes peeking out at the bottom.

“Sheriff, if you’d come out from behind the curtains, it would save us both some time.”

There’s some shuffling behind the curtain for a brief second before she whips it back, holding her gun in front of her.

“Put your hands where I can see them.”

I cock my head to the side in confusion. “Aren’t you the one that broke into my room?”

“I got a call about a suspicious person in here. How do I know it wasn’t you?”

“You think I’m the suspicious person? The one paying for this room?”

“One can never be too careful, and I said put your hands up.”

“Or what, you’re going to get soap on me?” I challenge, and she deflates, dropping her arms at her sides.

“Dang it, how did you know? Nobody else can tell.” She looks at her toy gun with actual disappointment.

“Well, other than the fact that I’m a trained FBI agent, the words bubble blaster are written on the handle.”

“Oh.” She turns it over and shakes her head. “Wonder if I can file that off.”

“Hey, um, back to this. Why did you break into my room?”

“Like I said, I got a call.” She tucks her fake gun into her belt and straightens her shoulders like she’s leading an investigation.

“And why were you hiding?”

“Because you could have been the bad guy. Gah, keep up, Neil.”

Damn it, my body should not react to her saying my name. “Find anything interesting?”

I walk close to her, and she takes a few steps back. “Not really.” She glances around and then back at me. “Some might say you have an alarming amount of black suits.”

This time my grin slips free before I can hide it. “It makes packing easy.”

“And also, who brings their own towels from home to a hotel?” She puts her hands on her hips, reminding me of that damn dress she was wearing yesterday and all those curves she’s hiding under her uniform.

“Someone who likes to know their towels are clean.” I move even closer, and when she backs up, she hits the table behind her. It’s then she realizes she’s got nowhere else to go and we’re alone in my room. “I’m curious, though. Before you knocked over the lamp, did you find anything else on the bedside table?”

She swallows hard, and I don’t miss the way her cheeks flush pink. Oh, she definitely saw the lube. I wonder if she has any idea I was jerking myself all night to thoughts of her.

“Interesting.” We’re not touching, but I’m so close to her that I can feel the heat of her body against mine. “Well, I guess if you’re finished snooping in my room, we can go to the station?”

Chapter Five

GEORGIA

I glare at Danny as I pass the front desk. He couldn't give a girl a heads-up? Danny could have called the room or something. Literally anything!

Sorry, he mouths to me before making a call-me motion with his hand. I roll my eyes. I bet I still have to go on that date with him.

I spin around to face Neil when we make it outside the entrance of the hotel, and he almost runs right into me. “I’ll see you at my station.”

Not only do my cheeks still burn from being caught, but also from the entire lube incident. Why would he draw more attention to it? Unless he's back to seducing me.

“We can ride together,” he offers smoothly.

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