” “We haven’t tangoed, Rachel.” She felt the heat in his eyes. “Then what have we done?” “Broken some rules, fucked over our professi...onal relationship... But then again, we’re lawyers, it’s our job to bend the fuck out of the law system.” “Should I be taking notes?” Rachel tried to make him smile, and succeeded. Gabriel shifted his weight and trapped her beneath him once again. “Do you like working under me, Miss Rose?” He pressed his hardened length against her, watching her every. "I'd like to know who's giving the orders before I comply," Dillon said without emotion.The man walked to the side where Dillon could see him and the badge on his vest; he also saw the double barrel shotgun the man was carrying. "I'm Charley Jackson, the Sheriff in these parts."Dillon nodded and slowly laid his pistol on the table. He smiled to himself at the shotgun; guess a lot of lawmen use one, he said to himself.Sheriff Jackson picked up both pistols. "Jim go home, you're drunk and about. By then Amy should be here."Char didn't bother asking him what he liked on his pizza. The same thing she did, pineapple and ham. "Got any beer?" he asked."A refrigerator full," she told him. "Help yourself." Right after I shower," he smiled heading inside his room to unpack. He'd even begun to undress when he noticed his sister was still standing inside the doorway. "Forget something?"She was grinning. "Only how much I really have missed you," she stated stepping into the room. Before he. It was all part of the mind-fuck. ?I think there are some Jehovah's Witnesses coming up the driveway,? she heard him say from the other room. ?I should probably let them in.? The sudden wave of panic was overwhelming. Was he serious? Would he really do that? There was only a short wall between the front door and the hallway to the room where she lay fully exposed. Anyone who entered more than a few steps into the foyer would be able to see her clearly. ?Just kidding my pet,? he said as.