Midnight Cravings

“Sweetheart, if I were to behave professionally, I’d have slapped the cuffs on you the minute I walked in and saw you going through my desk and stealing my keys in order to release a prisoner.” One side of his mouth curled into a smile. “That what you want?”

Suddenly, she had the distinct impression that those handcuffs had seen less criminal action than personal. Her face went hot again.

She swallowed hard. “No, thank you. And for your information, if I had gone back there and seen that man wasn’t in uniform, I would not have let him out.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Satisfied that she’d redeemed herself at least a little, she said, “I’d like to speak with your supervisor now, please.”

“What’s she look like, Danny?” Henry called from the back.

Josie and Dan exchanged glances, each challenging the other.

“She looks pissed,” Dan said.

“No, I mean, like, what color hair does she have?”

“’Bout the color of that dark lager you pickled yourself in the other night.” Judging by the way he looked at her, for a moment Josie thought he might reach out and touch her. “What do you call that color?” he asked, with the kind of cocky pirate smile that Josie sometimes, on the right person, found irresistible.

“Does your chief approve of you talking to people this way when they come in for help?”

“He approves of everything I do.”

The mental list she was making of his offenses was growing by the second. By the time she was finished talking with his boss, she wouldn’t be surprised—or sorry—if he was fired on the spot. “We’ll see about that. You do realize I’m here to see the chief, right? I assume he’s not locked in a cell or bound and gagged in a closet.”

“Nope. Around here, you can tell the police by the fact that they’re not locked up.”

“That seems to be the only distinction,” she said.

“Can you call him on your radio and get him here?”

“No need to do that, he’s here.”

She looked around toward the door, expecting to see a kindly gray-haired man who could save her from the unsavory scrutiny of Dan Duvall. Although if he was here, why on earth hadn’t he stepped in earlier? “Where?”

“Right here.” He splayed his arms wide and smiled even wider.

She felt it coming a split second before he said it.

“I’m the police chief.”

Josie’s stomach felt like a popped balloon. “Of course you are,” she said, more to herself than to him. “I’ve seen this movie before.”

Dan laughed. “You wanted to talk to me about something? The insubordination of one of my men, I believe?”

“That’s very funny. Who’s your boss, Chief?” She reached into her purse and took out her PalmPilot.

“I’d like the name, number and address, please.”

“That’d be the mayor. You can find him at City Hall.”

“Fine.”

“But I don’t think you’re gonna like him as much as you like me.”

“Meaning…?”

“I’m your best hope for satisfaction here.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “What the—”

“In the matter of your stolen property, that is.” He looked at her as if he couldn’t possibly have meant anything else. “Now, as I told you before, we’re doing all we can to get your suitcase back, but it might just take some time. You can come on into the station every day and file more reports, but all that’s gonna do is keep us from getting out to where we might find your things.”

“I don’t get the impression that you’re out looking for my things, anyway.” She put the idea of him satisfying her out of her mind as best she could.

“I don’t know what else you want me to do. Send an APB out to the state police? If someone stole your suitcase, they’ve probably either hidden it away in their room—in which case, we can’t search every room—or they’ve rifled through it and tossed it somewhere outside, in which case we’ll come across it any time now.”

“Or maybe they’re wandering around with it right now, or shoving it into the car trunk so they can get away with it.”

He laughed. “I’ll keep an eye out for that, too.”

It was hopeless. She may as well just go shopping for new clothes, because she was never going to see her old ones again. She’d also have to find a fax machine somewhere in this town and hope that someone in the office had copies of everything except the letter to fax to her.

But before she did anything else, she had to contact the brewery and ask them to cut another check for Beatrice.

“Thanks for your help, Chief.” Josie was unable to keep the edge off her tone. “You certainly know how to make a girl feel safe.” She turned to go but was stopped by a strong hand on her upper arm.

He turned her to face him and his expression was serious. “You’re safe, Ms. Ross. Don’t doubt that.”

For just a moment, she didn’t. He was tall and strong and obviously capable, at least in a physical sense. It had been so long since she’d had someone to lean on that, for just one insane moment, she would have liked to fall into the cloak of his arms and let the whole outside world disappear.

She shook herself out of the thought immediately. “Thanks. But at this point, I would settle for simply being dressed this weekend.”

His gaze swept over her like wind. “Look dressed to me.”

Funny, for a moment there, she didn’t feel dressed. “This is the only outfit I have now,” she said, swallowing the disconcerting sexual awareness of him that she felt. “My clothes, my shampoo, my toothbrush, everything was in that suitcase.”

Dan’s expression softened. “Listen, I don’t mean to seem insensitive, but there’s always trouble during this contest. The odds of finding a stolen suitcase, with everything else that’s going on, are pretty low. Thieves in this situation tend to do one of two things, as I told you. They either hide the item away, so it can’t be found, or they take what they want and toss the rest. If it’s the latter, we’ll find it. Otherwise, don’t hold your breath.”

“Nice little town you’ve got here.”

“Believe it or not, normally Beldon is a nice place. Maybe not the kind of place you city folks would want to hang out in, but a nice, quiet place. However, during this cook-off, things are a little different. Every year, for this one weekend, the whole town becomes a bar.”

She softened. “I’m sure that’s a nightmare for you, but I don’t get the feeling you’re concerned about my stolen property at all.”

“I am. You’ll just have to trust me on this.”

She looked into his eyes, wondering how many gullible women had heard that very line.