Free Cuff Me Lacy by Demi Alex Page A

wasn't like Littleville was crawling with gorgeous single men that she didn't think of as a brother. Bill the Bull was the only safe release she'd ever known.
    Turning on her cherries, she activated her dashboard camera, and signaled right. Probably a city slicker who'd missed the fork onto Main Street and hadn't refueled in the previous town, which just happened to be miles away.
    Pulling up behind the fancy Jaguar, Chrissie saw a pair of long muscular legs supporting the tightest ass and broadest shoulders as the figure jacked up the rear of the expensive car.
    "Let's go, Cagney,” she said, releasing the dog and stepping out of her vehicle. “Mr. GQ needs rescuing,” she whispered under her breath.
    He looked over his shoulder, and a toothy grin flashed beneath his designer sunglasses. The line of his jaw was familiar, but she couldn't place it.
    "Hello. Need some help?” she asked, stopping short of the motorist. She tugged on Cagney's leash and signaled for the canine to remain by her side. The dog sat, surprisingly, relaxed and at ease.
    "Chrissie?” drawled a dreamy voice. “Officer Chrissie Hansen. Well, I'll be damned!"
    His voice sent shivers down her back, but once again, she couldn't place it. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her legs and squared her stance. Who was he?
    He dropped the jack and stood. In five long strides he was standing before her, grinning and making no secret of the fact that he was checking her out.
    Cagney was on all fours and ready to receive her command from her officer. Chrissie signaled for her to stay.
    "Your license and registration please,” she said, flipping open the lock on her holster.
    "Don't you recognize me, Chrissie Lacy-pants?” He raised his left hand and removed his sunglasses.
    "Oh my God! Paddy MacKlick!” She gawked at the gorgeous man as her mouth dropped open wide enough to collect flies. “I thought you lived in New York now."
    "I do—did. My work is headquartered there. But since Momma hasn't been feeling well, I figured I could work out of Littleville for now and look after her a bit."
    "I check in on Mrs. M. everyday. She's doing better, but I'm sure she'll be glad to see you. Her health is getting fragile. She can't keep coming into the city to clean up after you every few months."
    "Is that what she says?"
    Chrissie nodded. “Yeah. With all that money you make, you should hire a maid and leave your poor Momma to rest."
    Reaching for her, Patrick tucked a tendril of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. “I guess I'll have to look into that, Lacy-pants."
    "Cut that out, MacKlick-the Di—"
    His burst of laughter interrupted her. Geez, he had a great laugh. It matched his perfect smile and the twinkle in his eyes. Those huge railroad tracks across his mouth which had destroyed his high school image had definitely done their job.
    Cagney's bark brought Chrissie back to reality. She bent over the shepherd and whispered for the dog to relax. “Friend."
    Wiping at the side of his eye, he blew Chrissie a small kiss. “With your lacy panties and my dick, we make a pretty funny pair. But then again, it might be interesting now that we're a few years older. More than a few. More than a baker's dozen."
    "I should arrest you for harassment” she teased, twisting her mouth in a wry smile.
    "I won't file a complaint with the department about your use of foul language if you promise to cuff me, Lacy.” He took a step forward and placed a large hand on her waist. “You've grown into a beautiful woman."
    Chrissie lost her breath as his lips brushed her cheek. Damn, he'd outgrown his awkward self. And double damn, he smelled so freaking good.
    "How about, I forget about taking you in? I don't feel much like paperwork tonight."
    "Why? Got a hot date?” He arched a dark brow.
    "None of your beez-wax , Paddy.” She kicked the dry earth and strutted around the Jag. “I'll help you change that fancy tire, and then we could clear the road."
    "Pull up the