enough
to
know
when
to
keep
their
mouths
closed.
This
kid
had
a
lot
to
learn.
“Sheriff
Westmoreland,
this
is
Ms.
Rochelle
Brockman.”
Dare
swung
his
head
around
and
his
gaze
collided
with
the
woman
he’d
once
loved
to
distraction.
Suddenly
his
breath
caught,
his
mouth
went
dry
and
every
muscle
in
his
body
froze
as
memories
rushed
through
his
spiraling
mind.
He
could
vividly
recall
the
first
time
they’d
met,
their
first
kiss
and
the
first
time
they
had
made
love.
The
last
time
stood
out
in
his
mind
now.
He
dragged
his
gaze
from
her
face
to
do
a
total
sweep
of
her
body
before
returning
to
her
face
again.
A
shiver
of
desire
tore
through
him,
and
he
was
glad
that
his
position,
standing
behind
his
desk,
blocked
a
view
of
his
body
from
the
waist
down.
Otherwise
both
women
would
have
seen
the
arousal
pressing
against
the
zipper
of
his
pants.
His
gaze
moved
to
her
dark-brown
hair,
and
he
noted
that
it
was
shorter
and
cut
in
one
of
those
trendy
styles
that
accented
the
creamy
chocolate
coloring
of
her
face
as
well
as
the
warm
brandy
shade
of
her
eyes.
The
casual
outfit
she
wore,
a
printed
skirt
and
a
matching
blouse,
made
her
look
stylish,
comfortable
and
ultrafeminine.
Then
there
were
the
legs
he
still
considered
the
most
gorgeous
pair
he’d
ever
seen.
Legs
he
knew
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