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Beldon police chief Dan Duvall knew from bitter experience to avoid her type.

So why did he keep thinking about her?

Why did his blood course through his veins like a thoroughbred on a racetrack every time he caught even a glimpse of her? Why did his fingers itch to touch her, to tousle that oh-so-perfect hair? Why did he ache to taste her?

Why did his mind keep creeping back to thoughts of her that could never be repeated aloud in church?

It had to stop.

It just had to.