“What?” She’d never done anything to attract the attention of the police. If she went the rest of her days without seeing or hearing about another cop, she’d be fine. History taught her to be wary and keep her distance. The whole “run to a policeman if you’re in trouble” motto turned her blood icy cold. Her glance moved to Jonas. Tall, dark, handsome and deadly sarcastic. He had everything she found attractive in a guy…except the badge. She had no choice but to believe in him right now, but at the first opportunity she’d be gone. Jonas lowered his gun as he stared down the agent. “Where is it?” The other man’s glare telegraphed how little he appreciated being dressed down by a small-town cop. “Excuse me?” “I want to see the paper.” She had no idea what Jonas was talking about, but the agent didn’t blink. Courtney wrote the whole scene off as cop talk, as she scanned the cubicle for an obvious escape route. Eckert edged closer to the end of the bed. “I need to talk with Ms.
