Dalton cut his cruiser’s lights as soon as he saw the little red Miata parked in the judge’s driveway. He recognized it as the same sassy little car parked outside the courthouse that morning.

After radioing to the dispatcher, he grabbed his flashlight and headed to the backyard. He had a good idea where their “burglar” would be. Sure enough, as soon as he rounded the corner of the house he found her, arms stretched in a lazy back stroke, her body nicely outlined by the recessed lighting rimming the bottom of the pool.

Flicking off the flashlight, he knelt beside the water and waited patiently for Harmony to finish her lap, enjoying the sight of her sleek, toned frame as she glided to the edge of the pool. Her body hadn’t filled out all that much since high school, but her slender curves were still all woman. Dusky nipples drawn into tight little buds rode the crests of shapely little breasts. He forced his gaze away from the thatch of dark hair between her legs. However much he enjoyed the sight, he had a job to do. Tonight was just one of the perks.

As her hand grabbed the edge of the pavement to stop her momentum, she stared up at him from upside down, a slight defiant smile curving her full lips.

He pointed to the steps. “I’ll wait ‘til you’re dressed.”

Harmony kept floating and her lips pouted. “Sheriff, you sure know how to suck the fun out of a little civil disobedience.”

Dalton felt his mouth stretch into a grin and shook his head. “Did you know the judge was out of town?”

One dark brow rose. “Why, of course. He mentioned it just as he was rendering his judgment against me. Said something like, ‘Gotta fishing trip to make. Thanks for givin’ me something to talk about, little girl.’” Her nose wrinkled. “I hate it when he calls me that.”

“So, this was just for you? A little revenge?”

“No, Sheriff. It was for you,” she said, and turned, giving him a flash of her pale bottom before pushing off the side of the pool for another lap.

Dalton grew still, his eyes narrowing on Harmony Wilkins. The last time he’d seen her naked and wet, his dad was wrapping a towel around her shivering body and leading her back to her home, all the while reading her the riot act. Dalton had been grateful for the few minutes of reprieve to hustle Cindy Niedermeyer into her clothes and out the back door, but he’d never forgotten the stubborn set of Harmony’s shoulders or the pink blush that stained her cheeks and the tops of her tiny breasts as she’d been led away.

He’d have thought the humiliation of that first charge of indecent exposure would have been enough to teach her a lesson.

Apparently not. Nor the second or third.

Dalton lifted his cowboy hat and raked his fingers through his hair. Harmony had caused quite a stir in their high school all those years ago. Her arrest had only been the beginning of her hijinks. It seemed every time he turned around she was sitting outside the principal’s office, her chin high, a smile pasted on her lips.

It had taken finding her stark-ass naked in his pool for him to finally remember her name, but she’d earned a new one that followed her into the pages of yearbook immortality—Trouble.

After graduation, she’d disappeared. Left for college, some said. Met a bad end, his father believed. Dalton had never forgotten her. Every time he looked at his dad’s pool, he remembered that even after getting his satisfaction with Cindy, he’d wanted to slide right into Harmony’s wet, sleek body.

Still did, if the tightening in his balls was any indication.

She had to be yanking his chain about being here for him. Testing him, maybe. Or just trying to get out of another arrest. He wondered how far she was willing to go.

Dalton didn’t move from his spot beside the pool, deciding to wait until she turned into a prune. If she didn’t mind him looking, he wouldn’t pretend to be a gentleman and find somewhere else to pin his gaze.

The sight of Harmony’s firm little ass drew him—all the way up the pool. He prepared for disappointment when she made the return trip, but she flipped over, letting him watch her breasts ride above the surface of the water, her nipples tight and dimpled. The sight of the dark hair between her legs had him gnashing his teeth by the time she stopped again, just below him.

Dalton tried to keep his gaze locked with hers, but her lips parted, her breaths panted slightly, which lifted her chest and drew his gaze down her length again. He cleared his throat. “I’m still waiting.”

A dimple deepened in one cheek. “Why don’t you come and get me?”

“You want me to haul you out of the water?”

“Ooh!” she said, shivering. “Then you’d have to touch me, but I’m all wet and wiggly. What do you think you’ll grab first?”

Dalton stared and felt heat rising to stain his cheeks. No woman he barely knew ever talked to him like that. Most were a bit intimidated by the uniform. “I’m still gonna arrest you.”

“Did I offend anyone? Did I damage anything?”

“You trespassed.”

“You always follow the rules?”

“It’s my job.”

Her dark lashes swept down, and then she gave him another flirty glance. “Ever do anything naughty, just ’cause you couldn’t resist the urge?”

“Of course.”

“Then be naughty with me. Here.”

Drawing a deep breath, he ground his teeth. “The judge has motion detectors set around the house.
You set off a silent alarm. You must have been trying to get inside the house.”

“I saw the Brinks sign and rattled a window. I knew you’d come.”

“Now, I know you’re playing me. I’m not the only officer on call.”

“But I knew you’d make it your business to check out the judge’s house. Personally.”

“What if I hadn’t been alone?”

A wicked smile stretched her lush lips. “Then this would be twice as interestin’, don’t you think?”