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Police Protector
ISBN: 978-0-373-69445-7
December 2009

“Get your hands off him! Help! Police!”

“Lady, I am the police!”

She didn’t appear to hear him.

“That’s my nephew! Let him go you pervert!” He turned away, letting his back and side take the brunt of the blow as she swung her purse.

“Ow! Stop! What have you got in there? I said stop! I’m a cop!” Automatically, his left hand came up to block the next swing of the purse so she kicked him. That fast, the boy eeled away from his grip and took off at a dead run.

“Hit or kick me one more time and I’ll arrest you for assault.” He pulled out his badge case, flipped it open one-handed and thrust it in her face.

She stopped swinging. “Are you really a cop?”

Exasperated, he set his jaw. “Hit me again and you’ll see my handcuffs.”

She thrust the folder back at him. “What were you doing with my nephew?”

“Trying to ask him some questions.”

“That’s not how it looked to me.” The sexy high heeled boots nearly brought her five-seven frame to eye level. Her glare said she wasn’t the least bit intimidated by his badge or his six foot frame. “You looked like a pervert trying to kidnap him.”

Lucan tried counting to ten. He didn’t make it past four. That heart shaped face and creamy smooth skin might tempt a man to want to learn more about her, but the shrew’s temper would quickly squash the idea. “Let me see your driver’s license.”

Her eyes snapped fire. Lucan held that gaze, narrowing his own eyes and waited. Scowling, she opened her purse. A thirty-eight revolver was clearly visible despite the jumble of items inside.

Lucan jerked the purse from her grasp. Letting it fall to the ground, he spun her around. “You’re under arrest.”

“What!?”

He snapped handcuffs into place.

“Let me go! You can’t arrest me for calling you a pervert.”

His jaw clenched. “No, but I can arrest you for carrying a concealed weapon, impeding an officer in the performance of his duty, assault on a police officer,” he glanced at the expensive car with its engine still running, sitting in the middle of the street and steered her up against it. “And impeding the flow of traffic,” he added.

“You have to be kidding!”

“You have the right to remain silent--”

“Oh, for crying out loud. I know my rights. I’m a lawyer.”

He managed to silence the oath that sprang to lips.

“We’re on the same side, officer,” she added defiantly.

“Detective.”

She gave a negligent shrug.

Lucan reached for her handbag. This woman knew how to press his buttons. Under her watchful gaze he removed the revolver. “You want to explain this?”

Her frown twisted to annoyance. “I forgot it was in there.”

Lucan waited. Even her sigh was angry. “It’s completely legal. I have permits to carry concealed, detective. You’ll find them in my purse.”

Lucan grit his teeth determined not to let her climb under his skin. The weapon was fully loaded. Beneath it sat a canister of pepper spray.

“Expecting a war?”

“I like to be prepared.”

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