The Deputy Gets Her Man. Stella Bagwell
squashed the urge. Something told him that Rosalinda was too important to waste on a momentary indulgence.
“All right,” he said slowly. “I’ll walk you to your vehicle.”
With his hand gently curved around her arm, they walked across the wooden deck, then down the steps to where a row of cars were parked along the street curb. Along the way, she remained silent until they reached a black pickup truck with the county sheriff’s logo stamped on the side.
“Here’s my truck,” she told him.
They paused in front of the vehicle and though Tyler knew he should drop his hand and allow her to leave, he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.
“I’ve enjoyed this evening, Rosalinda.”
Her gaze fluttered up to his face and even though there was only the streetlamp to illuminate her features, he could see a pained look in her eyes. Had his kiss done that?
“Thank you for dinner, Tyler.”
She said his name with easy sweetness and the sound poured through him like warm honey and coated all his rough spots.
“My pleasure.”
Her lashes lowered at the same time her tongue came out to moisten her lips. It was all Tyler could do to keep from bending his head and kissing her all over again.
“I’m sorry if I seem a little weird to you,” she said with a sudden rush of breath. “But I—Well, kissing is not something I’ve done in a long, long time.”
“Neither have I. I wasn’t sure I even remembered how.”
Her eyes widened. “What was that? A test just to see if you could?”
Groaning, he bit back a curse word. “Not hardly. That was pure instinct. A beautiful woman standing next to me in the moonlight. I might seem old to you, Rosalinda. But I’m not dead by any means.”
“Old?” Her laugh was shaky with nerves. “When I look at you, that’s the last thing that comes to my mind.”
“Really? What’s the first?”
Shaking her head, she reached for the door handle. “That you’re a dangerous man.”
The urge to pull her into his arms and somehow convince her that she could trust him completely was so strong it gripped him like a sharp pain.
“Looks can be very deceiving, Rosalinda. I hope you’ll come to realize that.”
“I’ll think about that,” she said, then pulled open the door. “Good night, Tyler.”
Reluctantly, he dropped his hold on her arm and stepped back. As she climbed into the truck cab, a sense of separation washed over him. The feeling not only stunned him, it made him feel like a complete idiot. This woman was practically a stranger and he wasn’t about to get tangled up with a rough-and-tumble female who wore a pistol on her hip and a stubborn look in her eyes.
“Good night,” he replied.
With the door shut between them, she quickly started the engine and backed out of the parking slot. Tyler didn’t watch her drive away; instead, he climbed into his own truck that was parked down the street. But as he drove home to Pine Ridge Ranch, he couldn’t help but wonder how soon it would be before he saw Rosalinda Lightfoot again.
The next morning, Rosalinda was sitting at her desk, putting her notes together from the day before, when Hank entered the small office space.
Not bothering to glance up, she greeted him with a cheery good morning.
“Mornin’,” he replied.
Swinging her chair around, she watched the stocky, rusty-haired deputy walk straight to the small coffee machine situated on a cluttered table in one corner of the room.
“What’s the matter? Late night?” she asked.
“Not very.”
With a foam cup of the steaming liquid in his hand, he turned back to his desk and Rosalinda couldn’t help but notice the slump of his shoulders. The fact that he’d continued to work last night, while she’d had the whole evening off, made her feel a little guilty, even though it wasn’t her fault.
“You sound tired,” she observed.
“I’m okay.”
Rosalinda suddenly decided the tone of his voice was more sulky than anything. More than likely, he was brooding because she was out last night enjoying herself while he’d been working. Well, he could just brood. It had been weeks since she’d had a few extra hours off duty. She deserved a break now and then.
Trying to temper the irritation in her voice, she said, “Look, Hank, I didn’t ask to be off last night. Vance volunteered to fill in for me and I took him up on the offer. If you have a problem with that, maybe we should talk it over with Brady.”
Grimacing, Hank plopped into his seat. The movement caused the coffee to splash over the rim of the cup and onto the thigh of his jean. Cursing, he placed the cup on the desk and directed a glare at her. “I don’t have a problem with anything. Except you fraternizing with a suspect!”
So that was it.
Slowly and purposefully, she walked over to Hank’s chair and stared down at him. “You have evidence that Tyler Pickens set the fire himself or ordered it set? Or for that matter, do you know for certain he’s caused any sort of mischief on the Chaparral Ranch?”
Her questions brought a tinge of color to his cheeks. “No. But—well, it just doesn’t look good. You out with a man like him.”
There were so many retorts rushing to Rosalinda’s tongue that she couldn’t manage to spit any of them out. “Drink your coffee,” she finally muttered. “You clearly need it.”
Turning on her heel, she went back to her desk and tried to focus on her hastily scribbled notes, but the angry steam inside her was fogging her ability to see or think.
After a moment, Hank asked, “What’s the matter with you?”
No doubt, her sharpness had taken him by surprise. Since she’d come to work as a county deputy, she and Hank had been the best of buddies, with hardly a strained word between them.
Swiveling her chair so that she was facing him, she said, “You are my working partner, Hank. Not my keeper. Being seen with Tyler Pickens is my personal business.”
His face turned a deeper shade of red. “So that little scene with you and him last night at the Blue Mesa was personal?”
She groaned outwardly. “I didn’t say that,” she shot back at him, before letting out a long breath. “Actually, we agreed to meet to talk a little more about the fire. That’s all there was to it.”
The mocking twist of his features said he wasn’t at all convinced by her explanation. “You needed to put on a skirt for that?”
No matter if she had deliberately dressed up for Tyler’s sake, Hank was crossing into private territory. And she wasn’t going to be shy about pushing him back to where he belonged.
“What I wear or don’t wear is my concern. Not yours or any man’s,” she said bluntly.
Faint surprise flickered across the deputy’s face; then he shrugged and grinned as though he realized just how much he’d ruffled her. “Sorry, Rosa. But you’re a rookie. I feel protective of you.”
A strained breath eased out of her. “Forget it, Hank. Let’s just get to work and see if we can figure out who was playing with matches.”
“Right. Between the two of us, we ought to be able to solve this thing and make our bosses happy.”
Glad that the awkward tension between them had dissolved, Rosalinda turned back to the paperwork on her desk. “That would put a few feathers in our caps,” Rosalinda agreed.