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because I tend to come down
hard on people who drink and then get behind the wheel in my county.”
    He smacked her on her ass again. She was beginning
to like it, but no way in hell would she let him know it.
    “How dare you. I’m definitely filing a
complaint with the county, maybe even the state.”
    She burped again.
    “You mean when you’re sober?”
    “I’m not drunk.”
    “Like hell you’re not. I’m going to drive you back
to your motel and let you sleep it off.”
    “What if I don’t want to go?”
    “Then I’ll have to arrest you for being drunk and
disorderly, and the beds in the cells aren’t very comfortable.”
    “I told you I’m not intoxicated. And you know why I
think you’re so macho about everything?” She waved her finger around in front
of her face. “I think it’s to compensate for your small penis.”
    It was at that point that her stomach decided it
needed emptying. She should have warned him to put her down, but it was too
late. She threw up all over the back of his nice sheepskin jacket.
    He set her down gently by his sheriff’s truck and
then looked over his shoulder.
    “I’m sorry.” She really was. Even chauvinists didn’t deserve vomit on them.
    She dug around in her bag looking for a tissue but
couldn’t seem to find one. He took off his jacket and shook it a few times.
What a good thing she hadn’t eaten much since lunchtime. And he was dead right.
She really did need that motel room, and most of all, a bed. In fact, any place
she could get horizontal.
    “No problem, we’ll get this cleaned up at the
motel,” he said.
    He opened the passenger door and helped her in. As
he leaned over to secure her seat belt, she got a whiff of his aftershave. Spicy and decadent. Even though her stomach still felt like
hell, she leaned closer to his neck and took in more of it. Very nice, and very enticing.
      Lacey knew
from past experience when she’d had a little too much to drink her inhibitions
went out of the window. She put her hands down by her thighs, willing herself not
to do anything silly that she’d regret not only twenty-four hours later, but
maybe twenty-four years too.
    He shut the door, raced around to the driver’s side
and slide in beside her. Shane turned on the ignition and a blast of a country
music filled the air. She’d had enough of that in the bar.   It was bad enough when she was sober, so now
that she was drunk and felt like shit, it was sheer torture.
    “Hate country music,” she said, pressing a button to
find another station.
    “Well, that’s too bad because it’s my truck and I
like it.”
    He slapped her hand away and turned it back to the
country whine. She stuck her fingers in her ears and hummed Lady Gaga’s Poker Face, hoping it was loud enough for him to
hear.
    As he backed out of the parking lot, drunkenness
gave way to stupidity. She snatched his cowboy hat and put it on her head. It
was too big, but she liked it because the aftershave clung to the band,
surrounding her with his scent.
    “I could arrest you for messing with a sheriff’s
property.”
    “What sort of place is this town? Arrest me? I only
took your hat. Now if I really wanted to mess with an officer of the law, I’d
do this.”
    Before she could censor herself, she reached across,
put her hand on the obvious mound in the front of his pants and squeezed hard.
    Holy shit, she’d never done anything like that
before. Just what the hell did they put in the drinks in Big Sky Country? And
she’d definitely been wrong about the small penis. Either her hands were
shrinking due to intoxication or he had the biggest one she’d ever touched.
    I
want him. I want him so much.
    He turned to look at her. Shit, I think I’ve made
him blush.
    “I’m not going to say sorry for doing that, so I
guess you’ll just have to arrest me for messing with you, Sheriff.” She held up
both her wrists. Yeah wouldn’t she like him to handcuff her, pat her down, and
even search some of