Justice Inked

By: Olivia Jaymes

Cowboy Justice Association Book Seven


Chapter One





Sheriff Dare Turner was a handsome hunk of man.

At least he was to Rayne Dunn. Since she’d moved to Valley Station months ago and opened her tattoo shop, she couldn’t help but admire the head lawman in town. He was sexy, gorgeous, and absolutely, positively not interested in her. At all.

If he dated, and he didn’t very often, he went for delicate little blondes who dressed conservatively and spoke softly.

And probably only when spoken to.

Rayne, on the other hand, had almost midnight black hair with a few purple streaks added in for fun. She had multiple piercings in her ears and sported a few visible tattoos.

And more that weren’t visible.

She also talked. A great deal and loudly. When she was mad she let people know and when she was happy she sang it from the rooftops.

In other words, she wasn’t Dare’s type and couldn’t even hope to be.

So it wasn’t the easiest thing to sit here in her shop working on his latest tattoo. There was really no way to ink someone’s body without getting close to them and touching. Rayne was so close she could feel the heat from his skin and smell the scent of his body wash. Kind of citrusy with a hint of spice. Clean and fresh.

Dammit.

Why couldn’t he smell like a barn or a locker room? The only saving grace from making Dare Turner completely perfect – other than his questionable taste in females – was the fact that he was the grouchiest man Rayne had ever known. Nothing made him smile. Not catching a criminal. Not eating ice cream or pizza. Not hanging out at the local bar and seeing his favorite team win.

Nothing. Zip. Nada.

Rayne was certain that if Dare did smile his face would crack or melt off like those bad guys at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. He wasn’t mean; in fact, he could be quite kind to the residents of Valley Station. But he wasn’t a jolly, happy go lucky kind of guy.

Which only made her wonder if he smiled during sex. Or more specifically, could she get him to smile during sex? The challenge was beginning to become an obsession.

“How much longer?”

Dare’s familiar growl pulled Rayne from her daydreams as she changed ink colors. It didn’t take long but the sheriff wasn’t the most patient of men.

“As long as it takes. I’m creating a work of art here, Sheriff, not rotating your tires. If you need to get back to work we can finish another time.”

Dare had commissioned her to ink a phoenix rising from the ashes on his right shoulder blade. It was colorful and intricate and he was like a five-year-old getting a root canal. He tried not to fidget but clearly, he hated sitting still. There was no way they’d finish this today.

He growled again but Rayne didn’t even flinch. At this point she was used to the sheriff’s unusual mode of communication. He had different growls for various occasions and this one wasn’t anything to be alarmed about.

“Can you at least change the damn channel on the television? This movie is ridiculous.”

She didn’t even have to rise from her chair. Picking up the remote, she simply held it out to Dare. “Knock yourself out. It’s just background noise when I’m working.”

This time he grunted in response, which seemed to be an improvement over the growls. He skipped through the channels until he landed on an all weather station.

“I’d pictured you as more of a sports channel kind of guy.”

Dare peered over his shoulder, his brows pulled down in his usual half frown and half scowl as if he was shocked she had the audacity to try and start a conversation with him.

“I’m going hunting this weekend and want to see what the weather is going to be like.”

That might be the longest sentence he’d ever said to her. She was on a roll, so why not push her luck? Something she did on a daily basis and it could really piss people off.

“What kind of hunting do you do, Sheriff?”

“Turkey.”

She waited for him to elaborate but of course, he didn’t. What a tool. What a sexy, gorgeous, alpha male tool.

“It’s not even Halloween yet. I guess I only thought people hunted turkey for Thanksgiving.”

“Turkey season lasts pretty much the entire fall.” He muted the television and looked back at her as she worked on the piece. “You’re not from here, are you?”

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