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Within His Sight

Book one of the Heart of Justice series

Denise A Agnew

Within His Sight

Book one of the Heart of Justice series

Denise A Agnew

Published 2008

ISBN 978-1-59578-487-2

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr,

publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any

means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the

author.

Manufactured in the United States of America

Liquid Silver Books

http://LSbooks.com

Email:

raven@LSbooks.com

Editor

Kat Mayo

Cover Artist

April Martinez

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s

imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living

or dead, is completely coincidental.

Dedication

To my dear husband, Terry.

Always my hero.

Acknowledgments

To Jim Adams, Sierra Vista Police Department and B.J. Bourg for their expertise in SWAT

operations. You guys are the best

Chapter One

Women are preprogrammed to respond to the alpha male in a sexual manner. They can’t resist

testosterone.

Mary Wickes watched the TV psychologist mouthing the words on the flat screen mounted

overhead on the distant wall. Thank goodness for closed-captioning.

Noise in the bar had escalated in the last few minutes as the Friday after-work crowd entered,

dusted with a skiff of snow and ready to brave what the newscast predicted would be a kick-ass

storm. Might as well celebrate the coming blizzard with a shot of whiskey or a glass of wine.

“Women also look for protection from an alpha male and respond to him as they would have in the

cave thousands of years ago,” the captioning said on the screen. “Women are slaves to their biology.”

“Bull,” Mary said out loud, then glanced around in hope no one heard her talking to the television.

Nope. People laughed, talked over the loud music.

“Women can’t resist when a man’s chemistry matches up with hers,” the woman said. “It’s like

magic. The draw is almost impossible to ignore.”

Mary snorted in disagreement. “Right.”

She shifted in her tiny booth. This pseudo psychologist claimed women had no control over their

minds, their bodies. What complete and utter tripe.

“There’s a biological imperative why women find men with broad shoulders, significant height,

and an … ahem … obvious sexual prowess a turn on. He’s probably a good provider, a protector,

and he’ll give her strong children. Like it or not, the primitive brain responds that way.”

Mary grimaced. Yeah. Sure. Her hormones responded over and over to the wrong man, damn it.

Admitting it didn’t come easy, and she refused to start. Who wanted reality when Thanksgiving came

in three weeks, and she could hide from the rest of the world and enjoy peace and quiet? She could,

on the whole, forget hustle and bustle and pretend the world outside didn’t exist, as she had for a few

moments drinking her glass of red wine and enjoying dinner. Louis’s Bar was a far cry from a pub

atmosphere. This place … well, it didn’t fit Gold Rush, Colorado’s small city ambiance. Young studs

and studettes gravitated to this place as an alternative to sedate meals at home or in a local diner. For

that much, she felt grateful. This place bustled with an energy in which she needed to lose herself

entirely.

“Men respond to women they see as good breeders,” the television psychologist said. “Hence, the

reason why blondes have more fun.”

Her mouth dropped open, and the last curly fry, which she’d anticipated with such relish, didn’t

sound so delicious anymore. Blonde hair is indication of being a good breeder? More ridiculous

folderol, as her maternal grandmother would have said.

Mary gazed at her hamburger. She’d eaten her enormous burger and fries with complete, guilt-free

relish. She’d craved iron all day, well aware her “eat it before it gets away mentality” was motivated

by exhaustion and working overtime for a week. It explained her snarky reaction to the television

psychologist, her ’tude about work, and her bone-aching desire to head home and rewrite her resume.

It also explained her compelling desire to toss one certain man right on his gorgeous ass and tell him

to find a life that didn’t include annoying her with his sexual vibes. Prowess. Whatever the heck the

psychologist on television had said.

She shoved aside her plate, satiated with red meat, and sipped her wine. Nothing like an alcohol

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