Free The Rogue Reviewer (Primrose, Minnesota Book 3) by Mia Dymond Page A

couldn’t tell. Warmth from his strong yet
gentle touch seeped under her skin to tease her nerve endings and
send her blood racing.
    “Okay?”
    She nodded, somewhat hypnotized by his deep,
calming tone.
    He moved his gaze to Marnie, the dim porch
light showcasing the very sexy five-o’clock shadow across his jaw.
“Marnie?”
    “Yes,” the other woman squeaked.
    When he narrowed that sexy gaze back on her,
Dara suddenly wasn’t so sure she escaped danger after all.
    “Explain,” he said.
    “I forgot something?”
    “You tell me.”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “Toothpaste?”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Detective, I wouldn’t
come back for toothpaste.”
    “What did you forget?”
    Marnie nudged her with an elbow. “Your
manuscript, Dara, remember?”
    Dara swallowed hard. “Yes, I left my
manuscript behind.”
    A grin moved his lips and he folded his arms
over his chest. “The same manuscript I’m willing to bet is saved to
the hard drive on your computer?”
    “Good grief!” Dara dismissed him with a wave
of one hand. “It doesn’t matter now. I can’t get inside
anyway.”
    “You’re absolutely right.” He reached behind
his back and then produced a pair of shiny silver handcuffs.
“Except now you’ve got more to worry about than your
manuscript.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I do,” Marnie groaned. “He’s going to arrest
us.”
    “No, he’s not.”
    He spun the cuffs on his index finger. “Yes,
I am. You attempted to illegally breach a crime scene.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “You’ve only got one
set of restraints.”
    “Marnie won’t fight.” He shrugged. “Besides,
Detective Stewart is waiting in the car.”
    “You’d really handcuff me?”
    “Depends. How badly do you want me to?”
    She stood deathly still, careful not to
budge. You have absolutely no idea .
    Another cocky chuckle filled the silence as
he grasped her elbow and gestured to the sidewalk. “Maybe next
time. Give me your cell phone.”
    “Why?”
    “You’re not allowed to have it in the squad
car.”
    She tilted her head to one side. “I need my
cell phone to call Alex.”
    “You’ll have one call from the jail.”
    She glanced at the black and white car parked
at the curb, red and blue lights flashing hello to her
neighbors. Jackson waved from the passenger side.
    “Are you kidding me?” Surely this was
a hallucination. “Where’s your ugly green sedan?”
    “At the station.” He pressed a hand to the
small of her back and nudged her to walk the short distance to the
car.
    “How did you even know we were here?”
    “Lucky guess.” He opened the back door and
glanced at Marnie.
    “You owe me big time, Dara,” her friend
growled as she climbed into the car and slid across the seat to the
opposite side. “Hey, Jackson.”
    Jackson grinned. “Buckle up.”
    “Okay, in,” Mace told Dara as he gestured at
the open door. “Watch your head.”
    “You’re seriously going to make me ride back
here like one of your suspects?”
    “Seriously.” He leaned one arm against the
open door and glared while she sat and buckled her seatbelt. “You
are a suspect.”
    “Of what?”
    “You have the right to remain silent.” He
simply gave her an arrogant grin and closed the door.
    Dara rode with her knees almost glued to her
breasts on a hard, plastic bench behind a steel cage attached to
both sides of the car while Mace drove in silence. Lovely .
She could almost feel the germs lined up ready to attack her.
    “Please don’t let anyone see me,” Marnie
groaned beside her.
    Dara rolled her eyes. “Like you said earlier,
it’s dark.”
    Jackson cleared his throat.
    She leaned forward and spoke through the iron
holes in the divider. “What about my car?”
    “What about it?” Mace glanced at her in the
rearview mirror.
    “We’ll need to get home once we’re
sprung.”
    “What makes you think you’ll get out anytime
soon?”
    She gave him a taunting smirk. “Alex won’t
waste time – you’re