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      Two

      Riley Hunter had seen a lot of beautiful women in his time, but never one with eyes as clear and green and compelling as Sabrina Jensen’s. A man could get lost in eyes like those, could gladly drown and never regret a second of his life. For a moment, he couldn’t do anything more than gaze into those eyes and feel the world fall away from beneath him. Then the cold winter wind slapped him from the side, reminding him that he had a job to do.

      “Forgive me, ma’am,” he said, “but would it be all right if I came inside? It’s fearsome cold out here today.”

      In response, Sabrina Jensen only stared at him in silence for a moment, as if she hadn’t heard him, and he wondered if there was something wrong with her hearing. He’d had to ask her three times if she was Miss Jensen before she’d finally answered him. He was about to beg entry into the trailer again when, at last, she seemed to remember herself.

      “Uh. no offense,” she said, crossing her arms over her torso and tucking her hands under them in what had to be a totally pointless effort to ward off the cold. “But I’d just as soon we had our conversation right here.”

      He nodded, finally remembering that he had yet to introduce himself. Naturally, a woman wouldn’t invite a strange man into her home. Deftly, he reached inside his coat and withdrew his identification. Unfolding the leather case, he held it up for her inspection. Her eyes widened at the sight of the silver star pinned to one side, then she reached out a tentative hand to pluck the entire case from his fingers.

      She took her time reading over the laminated card that verified he was Sheriff Riley Hunter, Wallace Canyon PD, but even then, she evidently wasn’t quite satisfied. She glanced first up at him, then back down at the photo, then up at his face again, then down at the photo. Sheesh. Talk about suspicious.

      Riley wasn’t used to having his identity or position in the community questioned, much less given this kind of scrutiny. Of course, even after only six months in residence, every single one of Wallace Canyon’s 415 citizens knew him by name. He reminded himself that this woman was new to the community and living here alone, not to mention a woman who’d been reported missing—and a pregnant woman, at that. So he supposed she wasn’t exactly in the position to be trusting. Still, it bugged the hell out of him to have his position, his very integrity, doubted.

      As she studied his ID, his gaze involuntarily fell to her belly, which, even under her baggy sweater, offered absolutely no indication that there was a life growing inside her. She must be at the very earliest stages of her pregnancy, he thought. Although, like many men, Riley didn’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ babies, even he suspected that a woman didn’t go much beyond a few months before there was some sign of her condition. Miss Sabrina Jensen probably wasn’t even out of her first—what did they call that thing again?—her first trimester. Yeah, that was it.

      Even after she finished inspecting his ID and returned it, she studied his face for some time before she finally stepped aside to allow him entry. Immediately after Riley climbed the steps and crossed the threshold, she closed the door behind him. Then she wrapped her arms around herself again, as if closing the door on the wintry wind outside had done nothing to alleviate the fact that it was goll-danged cold. She didn’t move away from the door, however, and somehow he decided that was because she wanted to be able to make a clean break of it, should he try anything funny.

      Women. Man, they just couldn’t trust anybody. And evidently, pregnant women were even worse. In an effort to assuage her fears, Riley took a few steps backward, until the opposite wall bumping into his fanny stopped him. Then, always the gentleman, he removed his Stetson, cradling it easily in one hand.

      “Miss Jensen,” he began again, raking his gloved fingers through his shoulder-length tresses to dispel any lingering effects of hat hair. Hey, a guy didn’t want to look foolish when he was interrogating a beautiful woman, after all. “We received a report down at the station that identifies you as a missing person.”

      Two bright spots of color suddenly stained her cheeks, and Riley, whose instincts had always been right on the mark, immediately knew that she was guilty of either one of two things: either she was hiding something from him at the moment, or else she intended to hide something from him within the next few minutes.

      But instead of calling her on it, he only waited to see what she would do. If there was one thing he’d learned as a law enforcement officer, it was that, nine times out of ten, if left to their own devices, people would do more damage to their own credibility than the police could ever hope to do. So Riley waited, feeding her all the rope she could possibly use in one lifetime to hang herself.

      “A missing person?” she echoed, her voice more than a little tremulous.

      “Yes, ma’am.”

      “But...but how could I be missing?” She scrunched up her shoulders and let them drop in a gesture that was way too quick and way too nervous even to be considered a member of the shrug family. “I’m right here.”

      Riley certainly couldn’t argue with her logic. Nonetheless, he said, “Well, yes, ma’am, but you’re missing from Freemont Springs, where an APB concerning your whereabouts originated.”

      “Now, how could I be missing from Freemont Springs?” she asked. “I’ve never even been there. I live in Oklahoma City and have for years.”

      “You’re not living in Oklahoma City right now,” he observed.

      Again, that stain of color flooded her face. “Well...um, uh...actually...” Her voice trailed off, but her gaze never wavered from his. “Of course I’m living here now,” she began again. “But until very recently, I was living in Oklahoma City.”

      Riley nodded. He didn’t believe for a moment that she wasn’t hiding something, but he nodded anyway. “And just what is it, pray tell, that brings you to our bustling little community?”

      She swallowed visibly. “I, um...I needed to get away for a while. A, uh, a friend of mine who passed through here a while back told me what a great place this is, so I had to come and see for myself.”

      Oh, well, now he knew she was lying. “A friend told you Wallace Canyon was great?”

      She nodded quickly, anxiously.

      “That’s like in that movie Casablanca, when Humphrey Bogart says he came to Casablanca for the waters, and then Claude Rains reminds him that Casablanca is in the middle of a desert, and it doesn’t have any waters.”

      She narrowed her eyes at him. “Yeah. So. What’s your point?”

      His point was that she wasn’t being truthful, but he checked himself before blurting that out. There were all kinds of things you could learn from a liar, after all. He’d seen that for himself. So aloud, he only said, “Well, to paraphrase Humphrey Bogart, ma’am, you were misinformed.”

      She cleared her throat indelicately. “That doesn’t change the fact that I needed to get away for a bit,” she said.

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