Fool's Gold: Chasing Perfect Part 4

She noted on her calendar to get a catalog, then turned to her computer. But before she could read her e-mail, there was a knock on her open door.

Charity glanced up to see a forty-something woman wearing a dark blue police uniform walk into her office.

"Alice Barns," the woman said as she crossed to the desk and shook Charity's hand firmly. "Fool's Gold's Chief of Police. Thought I'd come introduce myself."

Charity motioned to the chair on the other side of her desk. "I'm glad you did. It's nice to meet you." She tilted her head and smiled. "What should I call you?"

The other woman grinned. "Chief Barns in front of the press or my men. Alice when we're off the clock."

"Good to know."

"How are you settling in?" Alice asked.

"It's been a busy week. Lots to learn. So far, I adore the town."

"It's a good place to live," Alice told her. "Not a lot of crime. A few teenagers thinking they're smarter than they are. The occasional break-in at one of the vacation rentals. Tourists speeding. Nothing my force can't handle." She s.h.i.+fted in her seat. "There might be a new homeless person in town."

"Why do you say that?"

"Someone's stealing from the local grocery stores. Mostly snacks and convenience foods. A few toiletries. Not to worry. We'll find out who's doing it and put a stop to the stealing."

While Charity hated the thought of someone going hungry, she understood that local businesses didn't want to be paying for shoplifters.

"You plan to go exploring around town?" Alice asked.

"Yes. I want to get to know the area."

"Good idea. Just a word of caution. The abandoned mines are dangerous. Don't go slipping past the fencing and try to hike down."

"I'm not much of a hiker," Charity admitted.

"You'd be surprised how many people try it. They think an old, dangerous mine sounds romantic. If I had my way, we'd leave 'em lost and let natural selection work things out for us. But Mayor Marsha feels we need to show the tourists a good time, regardless of how stupid they are."

Charity couldn't help laughing. Alice's lips twitched.

"Not that I would say that to the mayor," Alice murmured.

"Probably for the best."

Alice rose. "Well, that's about it. We have zero tolerance for drunk driving, but you're not the type to try, so I won't lecture you."

Charity stood and joined the chief on the other side of the desk. "How can you tell I wouldn't do that?"

"Am I wrong?"

"No, but you sound sure."

"I'm a pretty good judge of character."

They walked out together.

On the main floor of the building Chief Barns shook hands with her again.

"You have any problems, you get in touch with me or anyone in my office," Alice told her. "Mayor Marsha is very impressed with you and your work and that's good enough for me."

Charity felt herself flush a little at the compliment. "Thank you. I'll do my best to stay out of trouble."

"I know you will."

The chief put on her blue cap and walked out onto the sidewalk. Charity watched her go. She'd meant her staying out of trouble comment to be a joke, but Alice had taken it seriously. As if she knew that Charity always did the right thing. She was just that kind of person.

Which was a good thing, right? She'd never believed that bad girls had more fun.

"Alice trying to scare you?"

She turned and saw Robert coming down the stairs.

"I liked her."

"Wait until she pulls you over for speeding. She can be very intimidating. She has three sons. They play football in high school, so they tower over her. But I swear they all tremble in her presence."

Charity chuckled. "That could be more a mom thing than a police thing."

"You're probably right." He paused. "I'm heading out to San Francisco this weekend, to meet up with friends. But I wanted to know if you'll be free next weekend for dinner."

Dinner with Robert. It sounded...nice.

"I'd like that," she said.

"Great. We'll firm up the day and time during the week." He glanced at his watch. "I need to get going, if I'm going to be in San Francisco on time."

"Sure. Enjoy your time with your friends."

"I will."

He left through a side door that led to the employee parking lot.

Dinner with Robert would be a very pleasant way to spend an evening, she told herself, then winced. Pleasant? Couldn't she do better than that? So what if she didn't feel sparks when she was around him? Sparks were dangerous, not to mention highly overrated. Better substance than flash.

She returned to the second floor, but before she got all the way to her office, Sheryl came running out to meet her.

"You're going to be late," her a.s.sistant told her. "You'd better hurry."

"For what? I don't have any more meetings today."

"You have one now." Sheryl sounded delighted. "Marsha called a little bit ago and put it on your calendar. I'm beyond jealous. Not that I need a tour, but still. I wish it were me."

Charity didn't like the sound of that. "What's the meeting?"

"Josh is coming here to show you around town!" Sheryl's eyes brightened with excitement. "Just the two of you, alone. It would make all my fantasies come true. Well, not all of them, of course, but at least the ones I can talk about."

Time with Josh? "Why would Marsha set something like that up? I can find my way around town on my own."

"This is with Jos.h.!.+ You're so lucky. Marsha is doing you a really big favor."

Charity privately thought she didn't need those kinds of favors, but she wouldn't say that to Sheryl. Not only was the mayor her boss, but she had to a.s.sume Marsha was simply trying to be nice. It wasn't as if Charity could confess her total lack of control whenever Josh was within twenty feet of her.

Her reaction to him was bad enough, but being a cliche made everything even worse. Apparently every woman in town reacted the same way. The poor man, so overwhelmed by female interest. It was amazing he got anything done in a day. She frowned. Maybe he didn't. For all she knew, he sat around and lived on his racing proceeds and naked-b.u.t.t-picture royalties.

None of which mattered, she reminded herself. She had a meeting to get through.

"When am I supposed to meet him?" she asked Sheryl.

"Now," a low male voice said from beside her.

The sudden explosion of her heart speed took her breath away. Her thighs trembled and she watched the world narrow to a single person illuminated by an almost otherworldly light.

What was it about him that got her entire body in on the conspiracy to betray her? It had to be chemistry, or a deficiency on her part. Nutritional or possibly mental. Maybe if she went to the gym more. Or at all.

"h.e.l.lo," she said, going for calm and hoping she made it. "Nice to see you again. I understand we have a meeting scheduled."

"Marsha thought I should show you the town."

"Isn't she the best?" Charity asked, trying not to clench her teeth. "And while I appreciate the thought, I'm pretty good at finding my own way around Fool's Gold, so if you have something else you need to get to..."

He didn't take the hint. Instead he smiled. "You're my only priority."

He was teasing, she told herself. He had to be. Yet there was something about the way he spoke the words that made her want to moan...or purr.

"Oh, my," Sheryl breathed.

Charity looked at her. Sheryl grinned unapologetically before returning to her desk.

Charity tugged on the hem of her conservative tweed jacket. "Fine. Good. Then we'll take our tour." She hesitated. "We're not riding bikes, are we?"

His perfect mouth curved into a knowing smile. "You've been talking about me."

Charity didn't like the sound of that. It implied an interest she absolutely refused to acknowledge. "You're difficult to avoid, what with the posters, screen savers and bobbleheads."

"Which is your favorite?"

She immediately thought of the picture on Sheryl's screen saver-the one showing Josh in the shower. Naked. His back to the camera.

"I haven't given it any thought," she lied. "Can I get back to you?"

"I can't wait to hear the answer."

"I'll bet. Does your ego ever get too big to carry around?"

The grin widened. "Sure. That's why I have fans. To help with the heavy lifting."

Impossible man, she thought, trying not to laugh. She pointed to the door. "Let's get this over with."

"Don't pretend this isn't the highlight of you day."

"Are you always so sure of yourself?"

He held open the door. "It's part of my charm."

She was sure it was-which meant she was in serious trouble.

CHAPTER FOUR.

JOSH LED THE WAY TO a s.h.i.+ny black SUV. A really big one that required a step to make it into the pa.s.senger seat. Charity was grateful that her simple navy dress hung past her knees and wasn't very fitted. The style allowed her to make the climb without flas.h.i.+ng any of the good citizens who might be watching.

Josh climbed in next to her, moving with the easy grace of an athlete. He rested his arm on the console between them and leaned close. Too close. With her first breath, she caught the scent of his body-a warm and masculine smell designed to melt the last barrier between her good sense and a free-for-all begging for attention.

He was exactly like the men who had drifted in and out of her mother's life, she thought, determined not to be sucked into the same pain and heartbreak she'd seen countless times. Showy men were nice to look at, but horrible bets when it came to relations.h.i.+ps. How many times had her mother had her heart broken? Ten? Twenty? It seemed as if every few months she found someone new. Someone perfect and shallow who promised everything, then left her shattered.

Charity wanted happily-ever-after. And normal. Something Josh could never be.

"What would you like to see?" he asked, his voice low and slightly suggestive.

She forced herself to stare out the front of the SUV and told herself she was desperately bored. There were a thousand things that needed her attention back in her office. Phone calls to be made, plans to be started, lists to be reviewed. Nothing about her time with Josh was the least bit interesting.

Charity sighed. At least when she lied to herself, there was no one to call her on it. "You're the local," she said. "I'll let you pick the route."

"Fair enough, but you're going to need to put on your seatbelt."

She reached for the strap. "Because it's the law, right? We're not going up a mountain or anything."

He chuckled. "Not on a first date. I like to save the intense stuff for later. To make sure you can handle it."

She wanted to point out this wasn't a date, but that would require speaking and his verbal play had left her throat a little dry.

The man was charm personified, she thought, wondering if it was a G.o.d-given gift or something he had to work at. With her luck, he was a natural. He probably didn't even know what he was doing to the women around him. Not that she would tell him.

He pulled into the street, then rolled to a stop at the light on the corner. "You take the interstate into town?" he asked.

"Yes."

"See much of the area since you arrived?"