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off him now."  Trying not to grin, he held her arm to help her to her feet.
     
    "He has my camera in his pocket," said Frankie as she pointed toward his front jeans pocket.
     
    "Sounds like theft.  Do you want me to call it in?"
     
    "Not sure." 
     
    "Let me up, you bitch, or you'll regret it."  Richards squirmed and tried to roll over.
     
    "Shut up!" Both Lane and Frankie barked in unison.
     
    Lane pulled her to him with his arm around her waist and started picking leaves and sticks out of her hair. 
     
    "Do you mind?" she asked as she backed up.  The close proximity of his body to hers was unsettling and made her stupid heart skip a beat.
     
    He headed back to his SUV and returned with a first aid kit.
     
    "Hold still or we can go back to my hotel to do this." 
     
    The thought of being with Lane in his hotel room caused an electric volt of lust that sent a shock through Frankie’s system.  Getting turned on at this particular moment was beyond inappropriate.  Besides, this was Lane Hansen, the guy who dumped her six months before.
     
    He placed the first aid kit on her trunk, and then leaned her back against her car.  He pulled out some antiseptic swabs, ripped open the foil, and wiped at a cut near her lips.
     
    "Ouch.  That stings!"  She slapped at his hand.
     
    "Sorry, sweetheart."  He kissed her forehead.
     
    "You're not sorry and stop calling me sweetheart."  She pushed at him, but he was as immobile as a boulder, all hard muscle pressing against her.
     
    "I'm sorry it hurts, but you don't want an infection, do you?"
     
    "Right, like you're concerned.  I think you're getting turned on playing doctor."  She pushed at him again but he refused to move away from her.
     
    "Sweetheart, everything you do turns me on."  He leaned dangerously close to her mouth and she stomped angrily on his foot, sending him back a step.
     
    She was beyond pissed.  Was he serious?  He'd stayed away from her for months.  Obviously, everything about her did not turn him on.  What kind of sick game was he playing with her anyway?  She moved toward Jerry Richards intent on getting her camera back.  He was cursing and flopping on the ground like a fish out of water so she pressed her knee on his back to stabilize him so she could pull her camera out of his front pocket.
     
    "Frankie, if you want I'll stay here with him until back-up arrives," said Lane.
     
    She got in her car and shot out of the parking lot.  The sooner she could put some distance between Lane Hansen and herself the better.  Richards, she could deal with.  The feelings she still had for Lane, she could not.
     
     
     
    Lane watched her car until it disappeared in the distance.  Then he pulled Jerry Richards into a standing position.  Lane walked him back to his SUV where his emergency lights blinked wildly.  He pushed Richards so hard against the vehicle that his head knocked against the doorframe.
     
    "I'm going to offer you the deal of a lifetime, asshole."
     
    "What's that?"  Sweat beaded across Richards’s forehead and dripped down his cheeks as he had to look up to see Lane's face. 
     
    "You don't ever come in contact with the blonde that just kicked your ass and I won't use you for a punching bag.  Understand?"  Lane shoved him against the SUV again.  He leaned in so close to Richard's face he could smell his breath.  Lane used his most intimidating glare, the kind that worked on gang bangers and drug dealers.
     
    "Yes, sir."  Richards’s body trembled.
     
    "I don't want to even think about what I'll do to you if you ever hurt her.  I'd hunt you down and when I caught you..."
     
    "I agree.  I won't go near the blonde.  Hell, I don't even know who she is."
     
    Lane jerked him around, unlocked the handcuffs, and then pushed him toward the restaurant.  Lane watched Richards as he bounded like a rabbit to the building and scurried inside.
     
    He got in his SUV, slammed his hands against the steering wheel, and