A roaring filled her ears. “Forget you, Sheriff.”

“Juliet.”

The low, commanding tone rippled across her skin. Her gaze lifted involuntarily, a shiver wandering down her spine. She blinked twice. Who was this man and where was the easygoing sheriff everybody thought they knew?

“Now.” He leaned even closer, his minty breath brushing her nose.

She wanted to refuse his demand. Maybe kick him in the shin. But that wasn’t who she was, or how she solved problems. So she wiped all expression off her face and graced him with a kind smile. “I apologize, Sheriff Lodge. I’ve been a bit out of sorts today, although I’m feeling better now. But I’m cold. Let’s go inside and join the others.”

His upper lip quirked. “I have a confession, Juliet. When you try to blow me off with that high-society tone, all I want to do is turn you over my knee and spank you to orgasm.”

She gasped, and her eyes widened.

He leaned even closer. “Want me to show you?”

“No.” The word emerged strangled, while a fluttering heat wandered down her torso. The man would. He’d actually show her right there outside the lodge. “No.”

“Hmmm. Then now’s your chance to tell me what’s going on.” He brushed a stray strand of hair off her forehead.

She jumped. “Um. I don’t like lying to your family.”

“We’re not.”

“Yes, we are. You just kissed me, and we’re acting like we’re really dating.” She’d stamp her foot if she were anybody else. Though a lingering panic kept her in place.

“After the other night, Juliet, we are really dating.”

She shook her head. “No.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s not what has you wanting to kick me. I have all day, and I can wait.”

The man was impossible. A very unusual temper began to swirl at the base of her neck. “Fine. I just, I mean, I know this is temporary, and I don’t want to start acting like it isn’t.” Darn it. The words slipped out.

He cradled her face, brushing a kiss across her lips. “I’m a jerk.”

She crossed her arms. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Yes. She’d put out her lip and pout if she could. The man drove her crazy.

“Too bad.” He grasped her wrists and tugged her arms free, sliding them around to clasp at her back. “We need to discuss this further.”

Panic heated through her. No discussion. Plus, pinning her hands was the final straw. She tossed her head, and a satisfying thunk echoed when she nailed his chin. Flaring her nostrils, she glared into his dark eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong woman here. Back the heck off.”

Anger flashed across his face. She’d never seen him mad, and panic had her mouth opening to apologize.

His mouth took hers, shoving the words back down her throat. Then he took. Hard, raw, even angry, he kissed her with a passion that weakened her knees until they trembled. His hands and body kept her trapped, while his mouth destroyed any resistance she might’ve mustered. With a low sigh, she kissed him back, lost in the electricity generated by a man much more dangerous than she’d realized.

They both breathed heavily when he lifted his head.

She licked her bruised lips, enjoying the flare in his eyes. “I’m sorry I hit your chin.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel like this was a short-term, one-night stand.”

But it was! She breathed out. “Okay. We’re good now.”

“Somehow, I don’t think so.” He frowned.

“You are the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”

“I’ve heard that before.” He released her wrists and rubbed a finger across her throbbing mouth. “You mean a lot to me, Juliet. I would’ve asked you to stay the night the other night but, I, ah, can’t sleep with anybody.”

She stilled, curiosity taking over. “Oh. Why?” Maybe he snored.

He grimaced. “I have nightmares, and sometimes it takes a little while for me to remember where I am. I can’t take the risk of hurting you.”

“Nightmares about what?”

His mouth opened and closed. He cleared his throat. “About my time in the service. Things I saw and did.”

The man was confiding in her. She shouldn’t like it so much. “Like PTSD?” She’d heard about the diagnosis from movies on television, but she’d never really understood the concept. Feeling for him, she tucked her hands at his waist.

“Yes.”

“Have you ever explained that to somebody you wanted to sleep with?” She ran her palm along his whiskers. His five-o’clock shadow was undeniably sexy.

“I haven’t wanted to stay all night with anybody. Until now.” He slid an arm around her shoulders and tugged her toward the lodge. “It isn’t an excuse. I haven’t found anybody I liked enough to explore the situation with—so it just seemed easier to get out of Dodge. I’m willing to give it a shot now, however.”

Hope flared inside her to be quickly quashed. They couldn’t have more than right now, because she was out of Maverick as soon as the art show concluded. “Thank you for confiding in me. Now I understand, and I won’t push you again.”

He exhaled heavily. “Juliet? You’re using the high-society tone again.”

…

Quinn held Amy at arm’s length through the dance, fighting the urge to step on her foot and break it. What kind of a woman asked a man who clearly had come with a date to dance? For a split second, he’d considered refusing. But the governor had been watching, and his mama had raised him right, so he’d accepted.

This was the longest damn song on record.

He glanced around. Someone had decorated the sprawling room with green balloons and purple streamers, lending a party atmosphere to the rough wooden decor. A hand-carved bar made up one wall, a dance floor the other, and tables scattered throughout. A DJ played a collection of country tunes, and a general festiveness filled the air.

His gaze caught on Juliet. Kissing her when she’d arrived hadn’t been his plan, but the second he saw her, he’d wanted a taste. The graceful redhead chatted with Colton by the bar. Quinn’s heart thumped. Sure, he always figured he’d fall for somebody, get married, and have a family. But his feelings for the woman hit him like a bucking bronc. He figured his ideal mate would be someone suited to the ranch—at least somebody who could ride a horse. Maybe a member of the Kooskia Tribe. Nothing had prepared him for soft Juliet Montgomery, a woman who lost her temper and still didn’t swear at him.

He liked her kindness, her gentleness, her odd, inherent classiness.

Confiding in her had been almost too easy, and his heart felt lighter since he’d trusted her with the truth about his nightmares. Had his taking her home the other night hurt her feelings? God, he hoped not.

Maybe he was ready to take a chance with her. But what if he woke up from a nightmare and hurt her? He’d never forgive himself.

Without question, he wanted Juliet Montgomery in his bed—all night. Maybe it was time to trust not only her but himself.

Though she was keeping something from him. He was well trained, and he had excellent instincts. The fact that she didn’t trust him hurt. In fact, it damn well pissed him off. The woman was going to come clean and soon.

She met his gaze and raised an eyebrow at Amy, who was attempting to plaster herself against him. Juliet rolled her eyes.

His instant smile felt good. Damn good.

Amy tried again to muscle closer. “You smell as good as always, Quinn.”

Her perfume choked him. He much preferred Juliet’s natural citrus scent. “Thanks.”

“Why did we break up, anyway?”

“We didn’t exactly date.” One foolish night after a fund-raiser for Montana forests last year didn’t count.

“Why not?” Amy batted thickly mascaraed eyes.

The song ended, and he stepped back. “Thank you for the dance.” He made it to Juliet’s side just Colton finished telling a joke. He flashed her a grin. “Juliet, we’re dancing.”

Juliet pursed her lips. “Loni? Your son is incredibly bossy.”

Loni grinned. “He gets bossiness from his daddy and his stepdaddy. I’m an angel.”

Colton coughed beer up his nose. “Yeah, Mom. An angel.”

“Where are Leila and Tom?” Quinn frowned.

Loni shrugged. “Leila told Tom she hadn’t had any Grandpa time lately and was feeling…what was it?”

“Abandoned,” Jake said wryly.

“Yeah, abandoned.” Loni reached for a glass of wine. “You know Tom—he’s a softy. So they planned a day of shopping, an early dinner, and a movie about lost puppies in the city.”

Quinn slid an arm around Juliet’s shoulders and smiled at Jake. “Your daughter is going to be a dangerous woman someday.”

“I hope so.” Jake handed Sophie a glass of ginger ale.

The governor and Amy wandered up. He puffed out his chest, and his big belly pushed out the red flannel. “Did you hear about Bennington?”

Quinn slowly turned his head. “What about Bennington?”

“He’s withdrawing from the sheriff’s race.” Amy’s eyes lit with glee. “A scandal.”

Quinn’s gut clenched.

Miles and Shelley Lansing wandered up. “Did I hear scandal?” Shelley asked.

“Yes.” The governor leaned closer to the group, a sly smile on his face. “Apparently his wife has been growing marijuana in the basement. Five plants.”

Quinn frowned. “The plants are medicinal, right? I mean, didn’t old Mr. Bennington, her father, have cancer?”

The governor shrugged. “I don’t care the reason. A candidate can’t be breaking the law and growing pot. The news outlets found out about it, and it’s over.”

It was almost too obvious how the reporters found out. Quinn studied the governor. The question was, how had the governor found out?