HIS PRIVATE PLEASURE by Donna Kauffman

Author:Donna Kauffman [Kauffman, Donna]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:23:13+00:00

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Chapter 11

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"It wasn't an accident."

Dylan glanced at what had now been classified as crime scene pictures, then back up at Tucker. "I know."

Tucker hitched his hip onto Dylan's desk. "I know you know. I think you knew before you even got to the scene."

"A scene I only knew about because Avis called me," he reminded him pointedly, then waved his hand. He'd knocked heads with Tucker since their high school football days. Nothing much had changed since and he doubted it ever would.

Tucker, golden boy and gridiron hero, had stayed in Canyon Springs and become a real hero, charging into burning buildings, saving lives, shrugging it off with his million watt smile … but letting the ladies fawn over him nonetheless. He could have been the youngest fire chief Canyon Springs had ever had, but decided instead to turn toward the investigative part of things, and wound up fire marshal. Dylan, town renegade and gridiron bad boy, had left Canyon Springs and become an unknown hero, scraping slime off the streets of faraway Vegas. He could have been the youngest captain on the force, but no one would ever know that. Instead he'd come home and run for sheriff. He didn't court the spotlight and hated being fawned over by anyone.

Naturally, the town loved this dichotomy between its two high-profile heroes. Tucker enjoyed the status, comfortable with his well-earned mantle. Dylan paid no attention to his, vaguely uncomfortable with labels. He just went about getting the job done. Their rivalry was more a town thing than a personal thing, except Tucker enjoyed tweaking him with it whenever possible. Dylan only sunk to his level when he couldn't help himself. Which was a bit more often than he'd like to think it was. He supposed the saying "boys will be boys" was coined for good reason.

"I had the scene under control," Tucker responded, as Dylan knew he would. "You'd have had my report on your desk first thing in the morning." He grinned and helped himself to Dylan's coffee. "Instead of hashing this out at 3:00 a.m. But hey, this is what we live for, right?"

"This is what you live for. I've had my share of this, remember? I'd be perfectly happy home in bed right now."

Tucker's eyes flashed. "Oh yeah, that's right." He pulled a face. "Poor Liza. Losing her man to the job, just when she'd finally gotten him where she wanted him."

If you only knew, Dylan thought. And he'd thought about it a lot. It didn't help that she was less than a block away, tucked in bed. All warm curves and contrary nature. He stifled a smile and pushed at the photos on his desk. "Any word back from the hospital yet? How's Payne?" The end three units of the strip motel were little more than a charred shell. The rest of the building had suffered both water and smoke damage. Luckily the few guests staying there had raced outside when the whole sprinkler system had been triggered by the one burning room.

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