ThreeReasonsWhy by Mari Carr Page B

truth would come
out…eventually. For now, she was going to take exactly what she wanted and
she’d gladly pay the piper later.
    “Seems to me,” he said when the catcalls and hooting died
down, “that there’s someone in here who’s lacking the proper respect owed to an
officer of the law.”
    The women in the diner giggled, offering all sorts of advice
in terms of how she should be dealt with.
    “Arrest her,” one woman yelled.
    The fire chief suggested he strip search her, and Jill’s
eyes widened at the risqué remark from the older gentleman.
    “Jonesy,” she chastised. “Shame on you. I’m going to tell
your wife you said that.”
    The man had the good grace to look abashed while the other
customers roared with laughter.
    “Now, now,” Wes said, walking toward her. She fought
desperately against the impulse to back away. She refused to lose face in front
of the crowd. “I think Jonesy’s suggestion has some merit.”
    She raised her eyebrows, ready to berate him, when he
startled her by placing his hands on her shoulders and spinning her away from
him.
    “What the hell—” she started when he gripped her wrists and
placed his handcuffs on her.
    “You have the right to remain silent,” he said loudly, for
the amusement of all the patrons.
    “Wes Robson, you better take these off me right now.”
    “Are you resisting arrest?”
    “You’re damn right I’m resisting, you dumbass. Take off
these handcuffs before I make you sorry you were ever born.”
    “You heard it, folks. You’re my witnesses. She resisted
arrest and threatened the well-being of an officer of the law. I think I’m
going to have to place her under house arrest until, oh say…?”
    From over her shoulder, Jill watched as Wes looked toward
Cheryl for an answer.
    “I think you should keep her under lock and key until at
least tomorrow morning. Lottie and I can handle things here tonight, but I’ve
got a dentist appointment in the morning.”
    Wes grinned. “Very well. You’re under arrest until
breakfast.” He used his grip on her wrists to push her toward the stairs to her
apartment.
    “I am so kicking your ass when you take these off me,” she
said through gritted teeth.
    Wes ignored her comment as well as those of the diners as
they yelled out their suggestions of how he should punish the hardened
criminal.
    When they reached her apartment, Wes reached around her and
opened the door. “How many times do I have to tell you to lock this damn thing
when you’re down in the diner?” he asked, repeating the now-familiar argument.
    “My unlocked door is the least of your worries. Take off
these cuffs. You’ve taken this joke way too far.”
    Rather than release her, he shut the door before turning her
and pushing her chest lightly against it.
    “Who said I was joking?” He caged her against the hard
surface as his hands began the sexiest frisking in the history of law
enforcement. He left no part of her body unexplored, taking his time to become
familiar with the more sensitive areas. Her breasts throbbed from his intense
investigation, her nipples hard and aching against his rough palms. He pulled
her short skirt above her waist, his hand lingering over her pussy, rubbing her
clit through the material of her silk panties. She thrust against his firm
touch, anxious for more. She was on the verge of begging when his fingers moved
around her hips, gripping her ass in his hands. His fingertips drifted into the
crack between the globes, only minimally hampered by the thin material.
    “God,” she breathed out.
    He continued his exploration, dragging his hands down her
legs to her feet. He wrapped his hand around her ankles, one at a time, lifting
them to remove her shoes and socks. When he finished, he ran his hands back up
along the inside of her thighs and she shuddered at the intensity of his touch.
    His hands left her completely and she heard jingling behind
her. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched him retrieve