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Theirs was a need so palpable, it took on an identity of its own

Branson leaned close, his lips inches from hers, his breath warm on her flesh. Her heart raced for a second and then seemed to stop altogether as Branson’s mouth touched hers.

The kiss was intense, almost fierce, as if Branson hated himself for letting it happen. When he finally broke away, he lowered his head, their foreheads touching, their hands clasped, holding on for dear life.

“Damn.” His voice was a rough whisper. “My job is to protect you, not seduce you.”

“Does it matter that I wanted you to kiss me?”

“It matters. It just doesn’t make it right.”

“And do you always do what’s right, Sheriff Branson Randolph?”

“I try.”

“Because of the badge you wear?”

He let go of her hands and took a step back, breaking the physical connection that had held them, but not the emotional one.

“The badge is important to me, Lacy, but this isn’t about the badge or duty or honor. It’s about you. And it’s about a madman who obviously plans to be your assassin. If I get wrapped up in wanting you, then I give the killer the edge. I don’t plan to let that happen.”