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  On the other hand, Kel was also a man. And as he’d already told Zoe, all men were horndog assholes, even the good ones.

  “Is that a problem?” Zoe asked in his silence.

  “Of course not.”

  She stared at him for a beat and then nodded. “Okay, then,” she said, and backed away. “Good. See you later.”

  Parker lasted five minutes before he called Kel.

  “Was just going to call you,” the sheriff said before Parker could speak.

  “She’s her own woman,” Parker said. “She can go out with whoever she wants.” There. He’d said it. Now he just had to believe it.

  There was a long pause from Kel.

  Hell. “That’s not why you were going to call me,” Parker said, rubbing the sudden ache between his eyeballs.

  “Nope. But if we’re talking about Zoe, hell yeah, she’s her own woman. Did you really think I was calling you to ask permission to date her? And more importantly, why would I call you to ask permission to date her?”

  “No reason.”

  It was Kel’s turn to go silent. Then: “You’re a shitty liar.”

  No, he was an excellent liar. Kel just happened to be a damn good silence interpreter. “Let’s stick to business,” Parker suggested.

  “Sure. Right after you tell me what’s going on with you and Zoe.”

  “At the moment?” Parker asked wryly. “Very little.”

  “Okay, then, what do you want to be going on with you and Zoe?”

  How the hell did Parker explain that when he didn’t even know himself?

  “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” Kel warned.

  “I’m just staying here while I’m in town.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” Kel suggested.

  “I want her to find the right guy,” Parker said. “She deserves that.”

  Kel was quiet a moment. “Why do I suddenly have the feeling that the right guy is going back to D.C. soon?”

  “I can’t stay,” Parker said.

  “Can’t? Or won’t?”

  Shit. This discussion was so far out of his league. “You wanted to talk about the case,” he said tightly.

  “So won’t then,” Kel said evenly. “That’s going to cost you the woman, you know that, right?”

  “The case,” Parker repeated firmly. “Anything new on the case?”

  “Actually, yeah,” Kel said. “Hang on.” A door shut and then Kel was back, all business. “I got a call earlier from my ATF buddy, the one who’d originally told me about the possible militia connection.”

  “And?”

  “And that’s been confirmed. So has FBI and Homeland Security interest. The worry now is that with so many agencies involved, someone’s going to spook them.”

  “How is Carver involved?”

  “Apparently he grew up with some of them but has been gone for a long time,” Kel said. “He’s donated plenty of money to their cause to ensure their loyalty, but he’s still not fully trusted by the general membership. And the rumor is that he’s not trusted for a good reason—that he’s going to give them up.”

  Parker already knew some of this but it corroborated with what Sharon was worried about, and none of it was good news. In fact, it was the opposite of good news. A spooked militia meant that they’d move, and if they moved, that meant so would Carver. He could vanish again and everyone would lose.

  A half hour after Zoe went off to work, Parker got a text from her.

  I flew Tripp Carver and two others to Coeur d’Alene and back six weeks ago. He paid cash. The next day I picked up two men in Coeur d’Alene and flew them back to Sunshine and Carver paid for that flight as well. Devon has flown him twice since then, same route.

  Parker stared at the text. He wasn’t surprised. The Sunshine Airport was the only small airport for five hundred miles. It saw a lot of traffic for its size.

  Not much scared him, but the Butcher having been so close to Zoe? That scared him to the bone. He told himself that Carver had no way of knowing Parker was here in Sunshine or his relationship with a woman that Carver had paid as a pilot.

  Zoe was in no danger from Carver.

  But he still hated it.

  The next night Zoe stood in her bedroom in her bra and panties staring at her closet, confused. Something was different and it wasn’t the two wild kittens rolling across her floor.

  Then she realized what it was. For months, the lightbulb in the closet had been burned out. She’d replaced it twice but it still never worked.

  It was working now.

  Her throat tightened a little, which was ridiculous. So he’d fixed it for good, so what?

  Except . . . she’d known the man just over a week and yet she felt like he knew her better than anyone else ever had.

  But there’d be no crying over the spilled milk. He’d made his feelings clear. He wanted her. But only in the moment. Period.

  It was true that disappointment had been sitting like a slug in her gut ever since, but she had to move past that right now. Even if when she’d gotten home last night from work they’d talked about Carver and she knew Parker was far more worried about her than he’d let on. She’d promised not to fly the guy again and to let Parker know if she saw him or any of his men at the airport.

  But for now, Kel would be here in five minutes and she had other problems. She’d tried on everything she owned. Not because she was worried about pleasing him. Kel was a great guy: smart, kind, funny, good looking . . . But it wasn’t the sheriff she was thinking of while staring into her closet.

  Nope. She wanted to pick something to wear so that when she paraded down the stairs and out the front door past Parker, his jaw dropped to the floor.

  And not in a she’s off to bingo way.

  She pulled on her little black dress. She’d bought it on a whim last year after she’d had the flu and lost five pounds in one weekend. She had some really great high-heeled strappy booties to go with it, too. By the time she’d shoved herself into everything, it took her a moment to recognize the woman in the mirror.

  “What do you think?” she asked her audience.

  The kitties just kept attacking each other. Oreo, square in the middle of the bed, lifted his head and smiled sleepily at her, his tail thumping on the blankets.

  “Nice, but you like everything,” she said, and snapped a selfie, texting it to Darcy with: too much?

  Darcy immediately responded with a phone call. When Zoe answered, all she heard was a wolf whistle.

  Zoe let out a low laugh. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah. So did you finally decide to jump Parker’s bones?”

  Butterflies erupted in Zoe’s stomach. “No,” she said, hopefully more firmly than she felt. “Tonight’s my date with Kel.”

  There was a beat of silence.

  “What the hell does that mean?” Zoe asked.

  “I didn’t say anything,” Darcy said.

  “Your silence spoke volumes. You’re the one who suggested this date with Kel.”

  “Yes, and don’t get me wrong, Kel’s a hottie, but . . .”

  “But what?” Zoe asked.

  “Well, my money was on Parker,” Darcy said. “What happened?”

  “My closet light is fixed,” Zoe said.

  “Huh?”

  Zoe shook her head. “Never mind.”

  “You two have all that very serious chemistry.”

  They did. They had so much chemistry that he melted Zoe’s bones whenever they were in the same room and sometimes even when they weren’t. “He’s not an option for a viable relationship,” she said.

  Darcy was silent again. “We’re talking about a date, Zoe, and if you’re very lucky, also some great sex—not a marriage proposal.”

  “You don’t understand,” Zoe said.

  “What is it I don’t understand? That women have needs? The fact that you’re trying to get yourself a life? That you finally realized you need stuff for your own outside of me and Wyatt? I love