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  Frisk Me, Officer

  My Dad’s Best Friend

  Sylvia Fox

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  15. Five Years Later

  Also by Sylvia Fox

  Copyright © 2016 by Sylvia Fox

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  Chapter One

  What a boring weekend this was going to be. And I was so freaking glad. So glad I could have hopped out into the snow, stripped bare, and streaked through the whole neighborhood with wild abandon. I parked the car in my parent’s quiet driveway and stared wistfully at the white-panelled home nestled among towering oak trees, snowflakes cascading onto the tiled roof. Even though I was glad I’d gone to school, I’d missed this place. And college was starting to wear me down. Now that most of my friends had turned twenty-one, my life felt like a never-ending party full of togas and beer pong. The stench of stale alcohol that clung to the ratty carpet in our rented student apartment couldn’t be scrubbed away no matter how hard I tried.

  I wanted peace and quiet and zero drama. And that was the whole plan for the weekend. I’d packed some novels I hadn’t managed to get around to reading for months—it was practically impossible to read for fun these days—light a fire and snuggle in for a blissful weekend of calm. My parents were gone for a ski holiday, I’d left my textbooks in the city, and nothing could get in the way.

  After grabbing my bag from the passenger seat, I eased open the car door and breathed in the scent of fresh air and wilderness. It invoked in me a sense of home the way the city university campus never had, no matter how hard I’d tried to fit in. My family didn’t live in the middle of nowhere, not really. We were down a long and winding road where a house sat every quarter mile or so. That road led into the heart of our small town with a picturesque Main Street that had managed to keep the big chain stores locked out all these years. Quaint and small, a place where everyone knew everyone. The total opposite of life in the city.

  When I’d left three and a half years ago, I hadn’t realized how much I’d miss it.

  Letting out a deep sigh, I slung my bag over my shoulder and trudged through the inch-deep snow toward the front steps. Mom had hung a wreath on the door, and snow glistened where it fell on the festive foliage. It was still a few more weeks until Christmas, but my parents were a fan of getting the decorations up as early as possible.

  As I made my way up the steps, my feet hit a folded newspaper wrapped in a plastic sleeve. My lips twitched into a smile as a soft warmth spread through me, even though the temperature was flirting with zero degrees. Mom and Dad were so old school. In a world full of social media and news apps, they still subscribed to the town newspaper with a kind of fierce loyalty a sports fan would have for his home team.

  Nostalgia swept over me as I slid the paper from the sleeve and scanned the headlines on the front page. I remembered sitting at the dining room table doing the crossword puzzle while Dad read each week’s stories aloud. When my life was quieter, slower. When I had more time to enjoy the world around me instead of seeing it rush by in a speedy whirlwind of light and sound.

  My eyes caught on the top headline, and my whole body stiffened. The calmness I’d felt only moments before got zapped away by the pure unease that rushed through me. Snow Peak was a small town hidden in the mountains. Population 871. It didn’t get much traffic or people passing through. Everyone felt like the whole town was family, and every single person tried their hardest to be an upstanding and contributing citizen. Because of that, this place nestled in the hills hardly ever experienced any crime. Wyatt McDowell, my dad’s best friend and sheriff of Snow Peak, used to come over every Saturday night for card games and drinks with my parents. So, I had a unique insight into the “criminal underbelly” of the town. Which was to say, there wasn’t one. Some speeding tickets and the occasional local who had too much to drink at Snow Peak Bar & Grill. That was the extent of it.

  But this headline…A String of Robberies on Great Bear Road Leave Snow Peak in Terror! I twisted around and flicked my gaze across the quiet lawn. Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched. Great Bear Road was our road, the one winding right in front of the house. My parents hadn’t said anything about these robberies, but maybe they didn’t know about them yet. They’d left two days before for their trip, and I doubted they would have gone, leaving me alone here, knowing there was some lunatic—or more—out robbing Snow Peak residents.

  Shivering, I slammed the front door and flicked the locks before grabbing the landline from the entrance table. Cell phone reception was notoriously terrible where my parents lived, so they still relied on landlines. And I knew that Wyatt was the second saved number on the phone, second only to me. If anyone tried to break into this house, I knew he’d be here in a heartbeat to save the day. He might not have to deal with true crime ninety-nine percent of the time, but he was tough. He’d protect me if it came to that.

  Wyatt. My gut clenched. Thinking of him melted some of my worry away. When I’d left for college, he was the only thing in this town I’d thought I’d miss, but at the time it hadn’t really mattered. Staying and seeing him every day would only make things harder. Or so I’d thought. I hadn’t been able to shake thought of him all these years, that perfect specimen of pure rugged man that no college boy could ever compete with.

  Heat flared between my thighs just at the image I had of him in my mind. Strong, confident, one hundred perfect man. I remembered the way his biceps strained against his uniform when he moved, the way his dark eyes roved across me, the way his lopsided smile had brightened up his usually stoic face when I tried to make him laugh.

  I’d wanted him so badly back then, but of course he hadn’t felt the same. He was my dad’s best friend, after all, and I’d been just a lovestruck eighteen-year-old girl. And idiot me, I’d thought he’d felt the same. He’d shown up to my eighteenth birthday party with a telescope and an offer for him to show me the stars.

  I mean, who the hell wouldn’t think that was some grand romantic gesture? Now that I’m legal, I had thought as I followed him out onto the lawn, we can finally show each other how we really feel.

  What an idiot I’d been. He’d never seen me as anything more than a little girl, and he’d just been trying to be nice. Maybe he’d even thought of me as his surrogate daughter, since he didn’t have one himself. I grimaced and tried not to remember the way he’d looked at me when I’d grazed my hand against the bulge in his pants. I’d sworn his cock had been hard, but he’d jumped away from me like I was diseased. He’d turned around and stormed away with the telescope still clutched his hands, disappearing into the night without another word, taking my dreams of stars with him as he left me there standing in the cold. All alone.

  The next day, I’d applied to NYU, and I’d never looked back.

  The fire crackled as I turned the page of the romance novel I’d foun
d in my mom’s drawer. She always kept a few stashed away somewhere, her guilty pleasure. I’d brought my own books, but with Wyatt on my mind, I wanted something a little racier than the novels I usually liked to consume…I was aching for a release.

  But all it was doing was making the ache between my thighs intensify, and no matter how hard I tried to erase him from my mind, all I could do was imagine the hero of the tale as Wyatt. His strong jaw, his rippling muscles, his dark and stormy eyes. My chest began to heave as I imagined reaching for his belt, and this time, him not pulling away. I wanted to wrap my hand around his hard cock and stroke him until he came all over my hand, until his cum coated my fingers.

  Moaning at the thought, I slid my hand underneath my bra and began to draw slow circles around my nipple, imagining it was his tongue lapping against my breast. Every muscle in my body clenched tight, and shivers coursed along my skin in excitement. God, I wanted to feel his mouth on my skin, sucking, tasting, sliding in exquisite circles until I came so hard that I couldn’t hear myself think. He would plunge his fingers into my wetness. And goodness was I wet. Moisture pooled into my panties, so much that I was going to have to put on a clean pair once this was done.

  The sound of crashing glass shook through my erotic thoughts, and my entire body went cold in the blink of an eye. In one swift movement, I had my shirt back down over my breasts and my feet on the floor. The sound had come from the second floor. The sound that only a busted window would make. Fear ripped through me, and I yanked the phone from the coffee table, quickly pushing the number two and waited breathlessly as I dialled, all the while crouch-walking to hide behind the long and slender couched pushed up against the nearest wall.

  Someone had broken into the house. And there was only one man I could call.

  Chapter Two

  Ten minutes later—though what felt like ten hours—I finally heard the crunch of tires on the snowy driveway out front. I stayed glued to my spot behind the couch, breath held in my throat, not daring to make a noise. Not even a relieved sigh. Whoever had broken in upstairs still hadn’t ventured down here to the living room, but I wasn’t going to take the risk of letting him—or her—know where I was.

  Not that it would be terribly difficult to find out. The fire still flickered and flamed, announcing my presence like a beacon in the night.

  The sound of boots crunching through snow sent my nerves skittering even more. In the logical part of my brain, I knew it was Wyatt. He’d said he was on his way here, without hesitation, as soon as I’d breathed the words into the phone. It was him. It had to be. But it didn’t stop the fear from shaking through me, pure adrenaline putting every hair on my arms straight on end.

  It could be anyone. It could be the accomplice to the thief upstairs. Maybe they’d seen the fire, and they’d called for backup.

  Backup in the form of guns.

  For once, I wished my parents had a different view on weaponry so I could arm myself against any possible assault.

  But I was a sitting duck.

  And there was nothing I could do to stop myself from being taken down.

  The clunk of the locks turning sent a whoosh of relief through me. Wyatt had keys to the house. My dad had given him a set a long time ago. In fact, he’d had them for as long as I could remember. He was the man they called if they needed someone to check in on things while they were out of town. The mail gathered, the plants watered. And the man they called when my flighty mother somehow—once again—had locked herself out of the house.

  It was something, I suspected, I’d inherited from her. I’d locked myself out of my apartment in New York too many times to count.

  Wyatt cracked open the door and peered inside, and his eyes immediately locked on where I peeked out from behind the couch. The warmth in my body returned in a blaze, hotter than the fire burning beside me. God, he looked good. Far better than I’d remembered. It had been a long damn time since I’d laid eyes on him, and I wanted to drink in everything about him while I could.

  His jawline was covered in a scattering of stubbled, making him look manlier and much more rugged than the last time I’d seen him. It made him ooze pure sex. The brown uniform he used to wear had been replaced by a new dark blue, and it matched the color of his eyes. Eyes that pierced right into my soul. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and I put a hand against my neck, feeling the rapid beat of my heart.

  I should be terrified about the break-in, absolutely terrified. But I wasn’t. Not with this man in the room. He radiated pure confidence and power and something else. Something that undeniably drew me to him like a moth to a flame. And the determined look on his face told me that he’d do whatever it took to protect me.

  He motioned for me to stay behind the couch before moving quickly up the stairs. I wanted to call out for him to stop, for him not to leave me here alone down here. All the tension in my body roared back as I listened to every creak on the stairs as he slowly made his way toward the culprit upstairs. After several long and agonizing moments, I heard his boots hit the stairs once more.

  And then he was back, a slight amused smile dimpling his cheek.

  “You can come out now, Becca,” he said, reaching out a hand. It was warm and rough and strong. The butterflies in my stomach darted around, my whole body hot from just that one innocent touch. Remembering how I’d reached out to grab his cock three years ago, my face flamed even more. I wondered if he still thought about that night. I wondered if he was thinking about it now.

  “Are they gone?” I asked, relieved that there would be no confrontation here tonight.

  “Oh yes.” His smile widened, his hand still holding tight onto mine. He towered over me, even though I wasn’t a short girl myself. He was well over six feet, and his broad shoulders were almost twice as wide as mine. He was built like a tank, a very ripped one. A very, very sexy one. “They are now back outside where they’re meant to be.”

  Frowning, I cocked my head. “What are you talking about?”

  “The wind’s picked up in the snowstorm. The tree just outside your bedroom window got blown up against the glass a little bit too hard.”

  The tree. Of course. I let out a nervous laugh and shook my head. I should have known. It wasn’t the first time the branches outside had crashed through my window, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. They were so close that their leaves brushed up against the glass during the summer, and so close I’d used the tree to sneak outside when I’d been grounded in high school. And even though my parents had known, they’d always kept that branch there, like some sort of nostalgic relic they couldn’t bear to see go, even if that meant I went to parties when I wasn’t supposed to.

  “Right, of course.” I slowly pulled my hand from his, his warm skin sliding across mine. I shivered. I couldn’t help myself. And Wyatt’s eyebrows rose just the slightest of an inch before his face relaxed into a neutral expression. But I’d seen it. The slight surprise he’d caused that reaction and the realization of why.

  I was such a stupid open book with him. It was freaking embarrassing.

  But that smile was back again, and he wasn’t running for the door. Not this time. Instead, I caught his eyes wandering a little bit south. They caught on the bottom hem of my shirt that I’d hastily pulled back over my bra after I’d heard the breaking window. I hadn’t managed to pull it all the way down, and the curve of my hips and stomach were on full display for him now.

  He glanced up, his eyes suddenly full of an intense heat that took my breath away. My panties, ones that were already soaking wet from my earlier fantasies, got filled with my juices, and I felt a trickle go down my leg. I was wearing only a pair of girly boxer shorts, my loungewear of choice, and suddenly felt very aware of how half-naked I was right now.

  I hoped he didn’t glance down. He might see the moisture slipping down my leg and the way my skin was pebbled by goosebumps.

  “Are you okay?” he asked in a gruff voice. “You seem a little on edge.”

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p; “Yes, well.” I let out a strained laugh and took a deep breath, trying to calm the way my heart thundered in my ears. “I thought someone was trying to break in. I didn’t know what they’d do if they found me.”

  “You don’t have to be scared.” He took a step closer to me, so close that a piece of paper would barely fit between us. Warmth radiated off his body, and every cell in my body yearned to shift just a little bit closer so that my breasts would touch his chest. I imagined how hard his cock would be once he felt them pushing against him, my hard-as-a-rock nipples at attention and turning him on. He sucked in a sharp breath, almost like he could read my mind.

  Could he read my mind?

  It wasn’t like I’d ever been very good at hiding my feelings, not from my parents, not from my friends, and not even from him. He’d known me for so many years. He’d been around through most of my life, and he’d witnessed all the big good and bad moments I’d had.

  People always told me that they could read me like a book. Could he read the desire pulsing through me right now?

  The way his whole body went stiff told me he did.

  Chapter Three

  “Why shouldn’t I be scared?” I said so softly I wasn’t sure he’d be able to hear me over the thunder in my ears. I could barely hear myself.

  “Well, I’m here now, and I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He dropped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. My whole body instinctively leaned closer to him. He stiffened even more, but he didn’t push me away. “You know that, don’t you, Becca? I might not encounter a lot of serious crimes here in Snow Peak, but I know how to use this gun, and I would not hesitate to do so.”

  His words sent thrills along my skin, even though I knew I wasn’t special in this regard. Wyatt would protect anyone in Snow Peak. He’d lay his life on the line to keep the citizens of this small town safe. That was the kind of man he was, and that was part of what drew me to him in the first place. He was so strong and so good that it made my heart ache. I wished that I could show him that. He deserved to know.