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“I swear, Molly, that–”
She put a finger over my lips silencing me, the handcuffs clanking as she moved.
“If you wanted to lie, you could’ve said something else. Diarrhea or kicked in the head by a bronc.”
“Diarrhea?” Now, I laughed.
“I’d imagined both of those options many, many times over the past few months, wishing both had happened.”
“Ouch.”
“I don’t know your first name, Sheriff,” she admitted.
“Colt. Colt Wilder.”
“Colt, I knocked. And knocked,” she admitted. “Felt foolish, especially when the woman staying across the hall opened her door and yelled at me.”
“Shit!” I ran my hand through my hair and practically tugged it out by the roots. I’d missed so much with her just because of horrible timing. If she hadn’t ended up in Devil’s Ditch, I might never have found her again. “I wanna kill my brother. Why the fuck did he have to get hurt then?”
That made her laugh. My eyes widened, then I slowly smiled, too.
“The first thing you learn about emergency medicine is that it’s usually unexpected,” she reminded. “I thought…”
“You thought I was a dick.”
She smiled, then nodded, her hair falling from behind her ears. It was that silky. “Yeah.”
“You thought I fucked you then decided to fuck with you by giving you some random hotel room.”
She nodded.
I groaned. “I swear, Molly Simon, that being there to open that door for you was the one thing I wantedto do in my entire life. It’s also the one thing I regret not happening.”
“I believe you,” she replied simply.
I sighed so hard, my shoulders slumped. I would grovel and move into begging if I had to. “Yeah?”
She nodded again.
I groaned. “Thank fuck. Maybe we can start over?”
“Start over?”
I nodded. “My name’s Colt Wilder. Sheriff for Devil’s Ditch. I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I’ve been thinking about all the things I missed doing to you that night in my hotel room.”
She bit her lip and she flushed a pretty shade of pink. Not as pretty as the color of my handprint on her ass, but a close second.
“Molly Simon. ER Chief and de facto medical examiner. I’ve been thinking about all the things you missed doing to me that night, too.”
“Wrap your arms over my neck.”
She did as I said and I felt the cool metal of the handcuffs against my skin. “What are you–”
I cupped her ass, stood and took the steps to my bedroom two at a time.
“I’ve got six months of orgasms to give you. Thank fuck neither of us work tomorrow. I’m not letting you out of my bed. Or the handcuffs.”
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