The Hunk Next Door by Debra Webb & Regan Black

The Hunk Next Door by Debra Webb & Regan Black

Author:Debra Webb & Regan Black [Webb, Debra & Black, Regan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781460342183
Google: uU6OAwAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 22309844
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-10-20T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Ten

Friday, December 2, 8:45 a.m.

Abby’s gaze drifted from the laptop to her cell phone. She’d called in at six to check on things and decided both she and her officers would be more effective if she worked from home today. With the reporters dogging her every step, it was best if she stayed out of the way.

Besides, she didn’t want any witnesses to her persistent daydreams. Even with an in-box full of more dire and personal threats, she couldn’t get her mind off Riley’s kisses.

The man had skills that went far beyond hanging garland and looking hot in a tool belt. The first thing she’d done this morning was check the driveway, hoping for a glimpse of him, but his truck was gone.

So she’d called in and tried to focus on being chief of police—a job which, according to today’s overwhelmed in-box, she was failing miserably. In the meetings following the drug bust, both FBI and Homeland Security agents had told her to hand the bulk of this off to someone in her department. They’d had good reasons and she didn’t doubt their experience. But she’d taken a look at her small department and just couldn’t saddle any of her officers with this kind of mess.

She’d been at it long enough now that she recognized the spam and lunatics, easily weeding them out before she forwarded messages she thought were valid on up to the federal analysts. Belclare didn’t have the cyber forensic experts to follow the bread crumbs to something helpful.

She was making her second pot of coffee when her doorbell rang. Hoping it might be Mrs. Wilks with cookies, she hurried to the door. Flowers filled her peephole, an arrangement large enough that it hid the face of the deliveryman.

Mrs. Wilks would’ve come to the back. Cautious now, she opened the door. “Yes?”

“Delivery for Chief Jensen.”

She smiled, recognizing Deke’s cultured voice behind the green floral tissue paper. “What are you doing?” She opened the door wider and invited him in.

“I thought you deserved something beautiful after the recent trouble,” he said, handing her the vase.

The scent of lilies and roses filled her front room as she set the arrangement on her coffee table. She unwrapped the protective tissue and marveled at the flowers and the crystal vase.

“For a shy, artistic celebrity, you’re spending a great deal of time out and about,” she said.

“For a police chief you seem to be spending a great deal of time in the field,” he countered.

Fair point. “Would you like coffee?”

“No, thank you. I can’t stay long.” He removed his cap and gloves and settled into the wing chair facing her. “How bad is the station?”

“It’s not destroyed, which is a plus. And they tell me it’s possible that no one will know the difference from the front.”

“Clever arsonist. Are you sure you have the right man?”

She nodded sadly. “I’ve seen the video. Filmore cried throughout his confession.”

“He does love all of this old architecture.”

“He does,” she agreed. “We’re still trying to sort out what drove him over the edge.



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