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  She wanted his kiss. Jake made her feel safe.

  Her lips parted. Her eyelids closed. Kiss me, Jake. Breathless, she waited.

  The pressure of his mouth against hers was firm and sweet. They shared a breath, an incredible intimacy. Excitement bubbled up inside her. She trembled, aware that this might be the best kiss she’d ever had in her entire life, not wanting this moment to end.

  Too soon, he withdrew. Her eyes opened and met his. Both of them knew that kissing was inappropriate.

  She hadn’t intended to put him in this position, but when he’d spoken so candidly of his father, she’d been touched. Jake wasn’t a man who shared his emotions. The lone wolf. He didn’t involve anyone else in his problems.

  But he’d told her. For some reason, he’d trusted her.

  “Tomorrow morning,” he said.

  “I’ll be ready at eight o’clock.”

  She took a backward step as he left the room and closed the door. She and Jake were going to make a very good team.

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  CASSIE MILES

  SOVEREIGN SHERIFF

  In memory of Martha Pogrew and her red stiletto heels.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Though born in Chicago and raised in L.A., Cassie Miles has lived in Colorado long enough to be considered a semi-native. The first home she owned was a log cabin in the mountains overlooking Elk Creek, with a thirty-mile commute to her work at the Denver Post.

  After raising two daughters and cooking tons of macaroni and cheese for her family, Cassie is trying to be more adventurous in her culinary efforts. Seviche, anyone? She’s discovered that almost anything tastes better with wine. When she’s not plotting Harlequin Intrigue books, Cassie likes to hang out at the Denver Botanical Gardens near her high-rise home.

  Books by Cassie Miles

  HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

  904—UNDERCOVER COLORADO**

  910—MURDER ON THE MOUNTAIN**

  948—FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW

  978—PROTECTIVE CONFINEMENT*

  984—COMPROMISED SECURITY*

  999—NAVAJO ECHOES

  1025—CHRISTMAS COVER-UP

  1048—MYSTERIOUS MILLIONAIRE

  1074—IN THE MANOR WITH THE MILLIONAIRE

  1102—CHRISTMAS CRIME IN COLORADO

  1126—CRIMINALLY HANDSOME

  1165—COLORADO ABDUCTION†

  1171—BODYGUARD UNDER THE MISTLETOE†

  1177—SECLUDED WITH THE COWBOY†

  1193—INDESTRUCTIBLE

  1223—LOCK, STOCK AND SECRET BABY††

  1229—HOOK, LINE AND SHOTGUN BRIDE ††

  1255—MOUNTAIN MIDWIFE

  1279—UNFORGETTABLE

  1293—SOVEREIGN SHERIFF

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Jake Wolf—The recently elected sheriff of Wind River County battles corruption in his department, prejudice against his Native American heritage and complications from crimes against the visiting royals.

  Saida Khalid—The fashionista princess of Jamala attends law school in California. Drawn into royal intrigues, she trusts no one but the sheriff to find her missing brother.

  Sheik Amir Khalid—The black sheep ruler of Jamala is missing and feared dead.

  Maggie Wolf—Jake’s younger sister studies psychology at University of Wyoming and wants her brother to find a mate.

  Danny Harold—The paparazzo who specializes in photos of royals has a secret agenda when it comes to Princess Saida.

  Sheik Efraim Aziz—His old-fashioned ideas and imperious manner are softened by his love for an American woman.

  Callie McGuire—As the assistant to the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, she is based in D.C., but her roots are in Wyoming.

  Burt Maddox—Though the blustering former sheriff was suspected of corruption, he thinks he should run this county.

  Wade Freeman—A local rancher looking into the oil business has a mysterious connection to Saida’s missing brother.

  Prince Sebastian and Prince Antoine Cavanaugh—The twin brothers are corulers of the island nation of Barajas.

  Prince Stefan Lutece—Ruler of Kyros.

  Jane Cameron—The plain-Jane forensics expert for Wind River County has been glowing since she met Stefan.

  Prince Darek Ramat—The Prince of Saruk would like to take over the interests of COIN.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter One

  A night breeze swept down from the peaks of the Wind River Mountains and cooled the high Wyoming prairie. At his home five miles outside Dumont, Sheriff Jake Wolf opened his arms wide and welcomed the wind against his bare chest. His arms stretched over his head for a couple of modified jumping jacks. His twelve-hour workday was over. Thankfully, there had been no major catastrophes. No sniper attacks. No bomb explosions. No murderous abductions.

  After he adjusted his jeans on his hips, he picked up a basketball and began to dribble slowly. The smack of the ball against concrete reminded him of his glory days at the Wyoming Indian High School when the Chiefs had won their first state tournament. Basketball meant more to him than the powwow drumming and the traditions of his Arapaho people. The first thing he did when he’d bought this two-story, cedar-frame house was mount a hoop and backboard above the garage doors. Earlier this summer, he’d hung a couple of floodlights so he could play after dark.

  He made a quick pivot in his sneakers, dodging an invisible foe and went in for a layup. Swish through the net. Two points. He backed up, dribbled, aimed a hook shot. Another score. The physical exertion felt great. He ran and shot, ran and shot. Sometimes a hit, sometimes a miss. He wanted to sweat, to get his blood pumping, to feel alive. All day long he’d been clenching his fists, holding on to his self-control while he fended off reporters, coordinated with other law enforcement agencies and investigated a series of crimes the likes of which Wind River County had never seen. It all started a few weeks ago when the princes and sheiks of four island nations in the Mediterranean arrived for a summit meeting at the exclusive Wind River Ranch and Resort. The trouble wasn’t over yet; Sheik Amir Khalid was still missing.

  Jake ran back for a three-pointer, turned and shot. The ball dropped neatly through the hoop. Nothing but net, baby.

  “And the crowd goes wild.” His sister, Maggie, strolled from the two-story cedar house. “Come inside and eat. I made a recipe from the Food Network. Linguini with meatballs.”

  “Not hungry.” With the way his sister cooked, he expected the meatballs to be the consistency of petrified elk droppings.

  “Come on, Jake. You’re in decent shape for an old man of thirty-one, but you need to watch it. You’re going to get too skinny and no woman will have you.”

  “Says the worldly nineteen-year-old.”

  “Seriously.” She knocked the ball from his hand and shoved a bottle of water at him. “I’m only here for the summer. Who’s going to take care of you when I’m back in college?”

  “I’ll manage.” Before the royals came to town, his time had been structured and
sane. Usually, he’d come home for a lunch break when he tended to the three horses in the barn behind the house.

  “It’s not like you have a social life,” Maggie said. “In the time I’ve been here, you haven’t gone on one single date.”

  True enough. He’d been elected sheriff less than a year ago and was still preoccupied with cleaning up the mess left behind by Big Burt Maddox, the former sheriff. He uncapped his water bottle and took a drink. “Too busy.”

  “The whole family is worried about you.”

  He had two other younger sisters. One was married. The other had a steady job in Denver. Mama still lived on the rez. When all four of these women got together, they were a force to be reckoned with. “I’m fine.”

  She dribbled toward the basket and made a layup. Her cutoffs and baggy T-shirt didn’t match her weird curlicue hairdo—no doubt a style she’d picked up from some fashion program on cable. Signing up for satellite television with over two hundred channels had been a mistake; his sister was starting to quote supermodels.

  She flipped the basketball back to him and said, “There’s a name for what’s wrong with you. The lone wolf syndrome. Just like that stupid belt buckle you always wear.”

  He touched his lucky pewter belt buckle with the howling wolf design. “What’s wrong with this?”

  “If you’d sit down for a minute, I could explain. Lucky for you, I’m majoring in psychology.”

  He looked toward the road and saw headlights turning off the road into his driveway. Gravel crunched under the wheels of a dark green sedan that pulled up and parked in front of his porch. A glance at his wristwatch told him that it was nine-forty-seven, which was too late for a friendly visit. Now what?

  A slender woman with shining black hair emerged from the driver’s side. Her jacket was metallic gold, and her jeans fit like a second skin. Balanced on sandals with high platform heels, she came toward them. “Are you the sheriff? Jake Wolf?”

  He nodded. “Who are you?”

  She stepped onto the concrete, straightened her shoulders and announced, “I am Princess Saida Khalid of Jamala.”

  Inwardly, he groaned. Not another royal!

  His sister approached the princess and attempted a curtsy that looked ridiculous in sneakers and cutoffs. “I’m Maggie, Jake’s sister. Love your jacket. Is it designer?”

  “Don’t remember.” She shrugged. “I’ve had it so long, it’s practically vintage.”

  Maggie laughed as though this comment was the cleverest thing she’d ever heard. “Please come inside, Princess. Is that right? Should I call you Princess or Your Highness?”

  “Call me Saida.”

  “Did you come here from Jamala?” Maggie frowned. “Is that far? I don’t know exactly where Jamala is.”

  “An island nation in the Mediterranean. But I live in Beverly Hills.”

  Judging by Maggie’s rapturous response, California was right next door to Heaven. She babbled about Hollywood and movie stars and some kind of shopping area called Rodeo Drive—a place that didn’t sound as though they sold saddles and bridles. She tugged at her curled hair in an attempt to match Saida’s smooth bangs and straight shoulder-length style.

  Nothing good could come from his sister idolizing a princess. He grabbed his dark blue uniform shirt from the ground where he’d tossed it, stuck his arms in the sleeves and fastened two buttons. “What can I do for you, ma’am?”

  Saida smiled at Maggie. “Will you excuse us, please?”

  “Absolutely.” His sister scampered toward the house. “You’re coming in, right? I have linguini.”

  “I’ll be right there,” Jake said.

  “I wasn’t asking you.”

  He knew what Maggie meant, and she was going to be disappointed. He had no intention of encouraging the princess to stay.

  “I adore linguini,” Saida said, “with clam sauce.”

  “I’ve got to get your recipe.” Maggie rolled her eyes. “What am I saying? You don’t cook for yourself. I mean—”

  “Maggie,” Jake interrupted, “that’s enough.”

  He was sick and tired of all this kowtowing to the royal entourage. As individuals, he’d come to respect the princes; they were decent men stuck in a bad situation. But he was more than ready for them to get the hell out of Wind River County.

  As Maggie disappeared into the house, Saida strode across the basketball court toward him. She made direct eye contact, compelling him to meet her gaze. A striking woman with flawless olive skin and full lips, she was as pretty as the models in his sister’s magazines. Looking into her caramel-colored eyes, he was surprised by the depth of sadness he saw there.

  “You must help me.” She grasped his arm, and he felt the trembling in her fingers. “Please. Help me find my brother.”

  Her pain was honest, not a facade. He could tell that her heart was aching, and her vulnerability touched him. He’d always been a sucker for the underdog; it was his nature to protect those who couldn’t fend for themselves.

  But he doubted that the princess fell under that category. She had too many advantages. Not only was she rich and royal but her beauty was an undeniable asset. All she needed to do was flutter those thick, black eyelashes and most men would jump to do her bidding.

  Very deliberately, he removed her hand from his arm. “Amir went missing a while ago. Why are you coming here now?”

  “Do you think I waited because I don’t care about my brother?”

  Or she was too busy getting a manicure. “Why now?”

  “All my life, my brother has tried to shelter me. He’s almost ten years older than I am. His friends—Sheik Efraim and the others—thought they were doing as Amir would wish when they told me not to worry, that everything was fine.” Her amber eyes flashed. “They lied to me.”

  A harsh judgment. Even if the princes had deceived her, news reporters and paparazzi had been all over this case. “You must have seen the reports.”

  “The media.” She flicked her hand as if swatting an irritating gnat. “I know better than to believe what I see on the ten o’clock news. I thought I could trust my brother’s friends. But I’ve given up on them. They won’t answer my questions. The FBI agents refused to speak to me. I have come to you to hear the truth.”

  “Lucky me,” he muttered.

  “I read about you on the internet. You promised change when you ran for sheriff. You want to help people and fight corruption. There were some amazing endorsements.”

  He eyed her skeptically. “If you’ve been in this country for any time at all, you must know that you can’t believe much of what’s said during a campaign.”

  “I’ve lived in America since I was sixteen.”

  That must be why she had only a slight accent, just a hint of the exotic.

  She continued, “It’s true that politicians will say anything to win. But you’re different. I trust you.”

  He had a pretty good idea that she was shining him on to get what she wanted. “You figured out that I’m trustworthy by looking me up on the internet?”

  Her full lips parted in a smile, showing off her perfect, white teeth. When she leaned toward him, he caught a whiff of perfume that smelled like mint and peaches. Her nearness was having an effect on him. As Maggie never tired of pointing out, he hadn’t been with a woman for quite a while.

  “Now that I’ve met you,” she purred, “I know that I made the right choice. I read all about you, Jake. You’re Native American.”

  “Arapaho,” he said.

  “Is that like Navajo?” Her hand rested on her hip and she struck a calculated pose with her head cocked to one side. “I simply adore turquoise jewelry.”

  “Different tribe.”

  “Perhaps you could explain it to me. I’m very interested.”

  The woman was flirting her cute little tail off. Jake had three sisters; he knew how these feminine games were played. “Don’t waste my time, Princess.”

  “Will you help me?”

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�I’ll do my job. My department and the local police and the FBI are looking for your brother, but a lot of time has passed. He might not even be in this area.”

  “He’s not dead.” She spoke with sudden sincerity. “If Amir had died, I would have felt his absence as surely as if part of my soul had been ripped away.”

  In the blink of an eye, she’d gone from flirty to serious. The transformation impressed him. “I’m sorry, Saida.”

  “Please. Tell me what happened. The truth.”

  He could give her that much. “It was late at night. The other royals and their entourages had returned to Wind River Ranch and Resort. Your brother set out in one of the limos with a driver. We don’t know his destination. There was nothing remarkable about the area where the car bomb exploded.”

  Saida sucked in a breath. “And then?”

  “The driver was killed in the explosion. There were indications that your brother was injured. His blood was found at the scene.” He paused. “I can’t show you the forensics reports, but the CSI was Jane Cameron, and she’s good.”

  “What did she find?”

  “Tire tracks showed an unidentified vehicle at the scene. A witness saw him exit the burning limo so we know he was still alive at that point, but there hasn’t been any communication from him.”

  Her brow furrowed. “You’re leaving out a lot.”

  “I am,” he readily admitted. “I could write four books about the things that have happened since Amir disappeared.”

  “I have time,” she said.

  He glanced toward the house where his sister hovered in the doorway, waiting for him to bring their royal visitor inside. “It’s best if you go to the resort where the other royals and their bodyguards are staying. You could be in danger.”

  “The attack on my brother might have been politically motivated,” she said. “Our four nations…”