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horrific crime and had named her father their primary suspect. It made her want to scream. She would bet they had no proof.
    Just ask what you want to know and I’ll tell you, if it’s any of your business , she wanted to say. His scrutinizing stare was about business, but Natasha didn’t miss the sizzling sexual undertones surrounding him as well.
    Something in his eyes made her wary. They were a simple green, although the way they pierced through her made them seem anything other than ordinary. His thick black hair helped set off his sharp facial features, his straight nose, broad cheekbones, and mouth, which was currently pressed into a thin line. The man was beyond gorgeous, and as he moved closer he seemed to set the air around them into a charged state of anticipation. This was a guy who made things happen, took the bull by the horns, possibly literally, and controlled even the air she breathed when he paused next to her. Her skin prickled from all the sexual energy charged around her and she told herself it came completely from him.
    “Need help carrying anything to your room?” he asked, his slow drawl sounding as dangerous as the rest of him appeared.
    “No, but thanks.” She’d decided on impulse, as a way to avoid allowing the sheriff into her room, that she’d come downstairs and pull out of the dash the GPS system her uncle had installed in each truck. She was able to do the same with the CD player. Better safe than sorry and she didn’t want it stolen. “The room is nice by the way. Thanks for recommending this place.”
    “Matilda will be thrilled to hear that.” Trent followed her around to her driver’s side and paused, resting his hand on the roof of the Avalanche. “This your truck?”
    Natasha looked at him, but he was focused on the truck’s interior. “Why do I think you already know the answer to that question?” she asked. If it had been her, she would have already run the tags.
    He didn’t answer her question, nor did his expression change when she slid into the driver’s seat and snapped the GPS out of the dash. She did the same with the CD player.
    Trent glanced at both items in her hands when she slid out of the truck, and the corner of his mouth curved. “Is that what you came down here to get?”
    “There’s no reason to invite someone to break into my truck,” she informed him, watching when those alert eyes of his lifted to her face.
    “Nope. I agree.” He still looked amused.
    “What?” she demanded. It was so incredibly tempting to flirt with him, or spar a bit. She was only here for a day, and he was one hell of a sexy man. A bit of exchange would help him show off his true nature.
    “Nothing.” He dropped his attention to the GPS system and CD player, or maybe it was her breasts.
    “Do you find it amusing when people lock everything and remove valuables from their cars?” she demanded. “Let me guess: no one around here locks anything.”
    “Not until recently,” he said, his voice lowering a notch and his facial features turning harder than they were a moment before.
    “And why is that?” she asked, lowering her voice as well and turning to face him. She hugged the two items against her as she squared off with the sheriff.
    “Because up until recently, crime wasn’t something folks around here talked about.”
    “What’s changed that?”
    The sheriff didn’t answer right away. He searched her face, possibly looking for signs of deception. Natasha wasn’t sure why he believed she would know anything about what was going on in this small town when she lived in L.A. She had her own crimes and criminals to keep her busy. She didn’t break eye contact but wasn’t going to remain under his compelling gaze for long.
    Natasha let another moment pass, then shrugged. “Tomorrow at two P.M. ,” she said, shut the truck door, and started around the front of the truck, once again pushing the button on her key chain and making the truck beep as it