Coming January 2020

Sheriff, Boston Donovan shoved back the brim of his well worn Stetson. He knew a dodge when he heard one, and this little gal was doing her best to give him the evasive two-step. She was was fine-looking by anyone’s description, but the woman was as jumpy as a raccoon in a room full of rockers. He planned to find out why. Naw, more than that. It was his job to find out why and make certain that trouble wasn’t following her into town.

“So you’re out in this stretch of Texas because you’re . . .” he probed gently.

“Doesn’t anyone ever pass through this town? Headed onto somewhere else?” She snapped at him, apparently not the slightest bit impressed with his badge.

“Sure, people do. All the time.”

“Then why the Johnny Justice interrogation? ” she countered.

“Law-enforcement curiosity,” he drawled.

“Right.”

Between one breath and another, Boston leaned in, close enough to shadow her with his size. Instantly she’d countered his action, straightening in her chair, shoving her hands against the table’s edge to gain distance. 

His whisper barely caught the air between them. “Because women who jump out of their skin when a man gets too close always have a reason. What’s yours?”