Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn) by Anna Alexander

she could stop herself.
    “My Mitch is a sexy man. Even more so when he’s in dad-mode.”
    “More power to you, Mrs. Dow.” Fiona had to admire her resilience. The woman was insane, but she was content with her reality, which was more than most people could say.
    The bell chimed again and Fiona looked up to see Officer Kilsgaard dash through the doorway and press his body deep into the shadowy corner of the room. He stood statue still, and Fiona found herself holding her breath with him though she had no idea why. After several heartbeats four members of the Cedar Women’s Auxiliary Club crossed in front of the store. They paused by the door, looking around and gesturing in confusion. When Janice Harbinger met her gaze through the glass, Fiona gave a slight wave. The woman returned the gesture with halfhearted energy and shrugged, leading the rest of the club down the street.
    Once their high-pitched chatter faded, Office Kilsgaard released a slow breath and stepped deeper into the room. “Good afternoon, all.”
    “Hey,” Fiona replied. “Are you okay?”
    “Fine. Fine. Hello, Mrs. Dow.” He grabbed the twins by the back of the shirts as they flew past him. “Boys, make your mother proud and use your inside voices. Or else,” he finished in a low tone.
    The boys ran to their mother and grabbed on to each leg, staring up at the giant man with wide eyes.
    “Thanks, Officer.” Mrs. Dow laughed. “I think you may be the only person who can get them to be quiet. I may need to call you in the future.”
    “They’re good lads, just young. Can I help you with your things?”
    “No thanks. I’ve got a system.” She tucked the parcel Fiona handed her into the bottom of the stroller and started for the door. “Thanks, Fiona. Good luck in the storm.”
    “Bye.” Fiona waved, then felt the weight of Dhavin’s gaze as silence fell between them.
    With him standing before her in the flesh, guilt rolled in her belly, which she knew was stupid. He didn’t know she had intended to call him the night before, so there was no reason to feel as if she were unfaithful to him. Up until the moment she had dropped her keys, Dhavin had been on her mind. But that was before the Chameleon became Cam and a tiny tendril of hope that she would see the masked crusader again took root. A possibility. Again that word went and made everything complicated.
    Was she envisioning a future of a long-term commitment and wedding bells? Pfft. Of course not. But she couldn’t, in good conscience, entertain the notion of even flirting with the handsome policeman when her heart was pointing her toward another. One woman, one man. That was how she was programmed.
    Nevertheless, heat spread across her cheeks as she remembered the fantasies she had allowed herself to spin about Officer Dhavin. In her imagination he was a playful kisser, teasing her lips with small nips of his teeth. Cam’s kisses she imagined as more serious, deep and thorough, able to obliterate all other thoughts from her mind.
    There was a brief moment before falling to sleep when she imagined both men stroking her from neck to toes and everywhere in between. Totally wicked and absolutely decadent.
    And totally, utterly shameful.
    “Fiona? You’re flushed. What’s wrong?” Officer Kilsgaard asked.
    “Nothing.” Except she was a horrible person. “It’s been busy and all this talk of the storm is freaking me out a little. I’m good, Officer.”
    “Please, call me Dhavin.”
    “You’re working.” And even if he weren’t, he’d always be Officer Kilsgaard.
    “I am. But I still want to be your friend, even though you turned me down. Maybe in time you will change your mind, however I may be waiting a long time for that after you see what I have for you. Hold out your hand.”
    From his jacket pocket he withdrew a small white envelope. It weighed perhaps an ounce, yet it felt like five pounds balanced on her open palm. “What is this?”
    “Look inside.”
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