Page 53 of Billionaire Protector

But, of course, he didn’t. Instead he rolled down the window. And that’s how they all saw her: wearing a top that barelycovered her nipples, a miniskirt that didn’t cover her ass and more makeup than a circus clown.

Oh yeah, and her head was in Cole Carter’s crotch.

Sarah slowly sat up, and there they were: the full representation of Harmony Creek’s finest women. Senior citizens. The minister’s wife. The minister’sgrandmother.

And they were all staring at her.

The women’s eyes widened as they took in her clothing, or rather lack thereof. “Sherriff Sloan?” Mrs. Carmichael spoke first.

“Uh, hi,” she croaked in a rousing imitation of a hundred-year-old frog. “How are you ladies doing?”

“We’re fine, dear,” Mrs. Carmichael replied. “And you? Are you okay?”

About as fine as a bunny who’d accidentally hopped into the annual werewolf convention on buffet night. “I’m great, fantastic, never been better. Oh, look at that, a green light. We’d better go.”

“That’s okay.” Cole half-choked, half-laughed. “There’s no one behind us.”

“But there must be.” Sarah turned around. Nope, not another car in sight. Not as far as the eye could see.

“You have all the time in the world.” He sat back, reached his arm around her and gave her a wide smile. “Chat away.”

Now would be a really good time to develop a superpower such as invisibility, teleportation, the ability to turn Cole into a bunny during the annual werewolf convention on buffet night.

“Why were you ducking, dear?”

“Ducking?” Sarah blinked at the garden club president. “Ahh, yes. Well, I really wasn’t ducking. I was… uh… looking for something.”

A dozen women looked to where Sarah had been ducking.

Yup, Cole’s crotch.

Mrs. Carmichael opened her mouth, then closed it. “Did you find what you were looking for, dear?”

There was no way out of this. Absolutely no way. Sarah looked out the rearview mirror, prayed for help. She’d take anything, even the annual werewolf convention on buffet night. She shot up when something even better came. “Well, look at that, there’s a car behind us. We’d better get going–”

The car pulled into the turning lane and passed them.

This couldn’t possibly get worse.

“Hi Grandma!”

It just got worse.

Sarah shrank down as two little kindergarteners, the minister’s twin daughters, skipped up. They looked at Sarah and turned to their grandmother. “Grandma, why isn’t the sheriff wearing clothes?”

Sarah made a delightful gagging sound, and the crowd gawked for a week or two. Finally, she regained the use of her mouth. “I…um… it was for an assignment.” The truth. Why hadn’t she thought of the truth? “Cole and I were on assignment.”

The women turned to Cole, who had finally gained enough control to look back with a straight face. Yet amusement danced in his eyes, accompanied by pure mischief. “Really?” he said. “We were? You know, my memory isn’t perfect. Sometimes I just forget the silliest things.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes.

“These lapses just appear out of nowhere. But don’t worry, I always remember… a week or two down the road.”

He winked at her.

The women blinked at her.

The kindergarteners giggled.

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