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A solitary wail of a siren, a single flash of blue light, and Hayden Garrett pulled over to the side of the road in his new, red Alfa Romeo Spider, the sound of the engine the softest of purrs.
He placed his hands, encased in black leather driving gloves, at two and ten o'clock on the steering wheel, and waited, a little thrill of anticipation uncurling in his stomach and heading for all parts south.
He watched in the rearview mirror as the driver's door to the black Ford Explorer opened, and a prime hunk of manhood uncurled itself from the seat.
The man reached back into the SUV, retrieved a tan colored hat, and perched it on his head, covering dark hair shorn in a military fashion.
Eyes riveted on the mirror, Hayden watched the man come towards him, all long, powerful legs, narrow hips, and wide shoulders; he even managed to make that nasty tan polyester uniform look good.
He stopped beside the car, groin right at eye level, and Hayden felt his cock twitch in appreciation of the pretty sweet bulge right there, within touching distance. If only...
"Mr. Garrett," he said, in a deep, dark chocolate voice.
Hayden took his time raising his head, raking his eyes up the long, hard body until he reached the sheriff's face: strong chin, sculpted lips, and the slightest crook in his nose that suggested that it had been broken at some point in his life, finally resting on dark glasses that he knew hid disconcertingly blue eyes.
"Sheriff." He gave him a small nod. "Something I can do for you?" Hayden felt one corner of his mouth lift minutely and dropped his eyes briefly to the front of the sheriff's pants, before raising them to his faceagain.
Sheriff Cal Hunter cleared his throat with a sharp bark of a cough, and Hayden bit back a grin.
"This is quite a car, Mr. Garrett," Cal said, all coolly professional. "Tell me, does it come with a speedometer as standard, or is that an optional extra?"