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someone at his elbow say, “Excuse me?”

      “I told you I had a few things to see to before we left. Be patient, okay?”

      “It’s not that,” she said. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”

      Something in her tone slipped through his concentration and pulled him from his work as effectively as a lasso tightening around the neck of a bucking bronco. His glance swept the work area then returned to her. “This is about as private as it gets. What’s wrong?”

      “I don’t want you to think I’ve been deceiving you.”

      “Don’t tell me your truck is stolen.”

      “No, no. Nothing like that.” She’d tucked Ulysses under her arm and was petting him.

      “Won’t this wait?”

      “Not really.”

      “We can talk later while I drive you home.”

      He saw her shake her head and marveled at the way her dark hair caught the light and gleamed as it moved. It was evident that once this woman got a notion to do or say something, nothing could stop her. “Okay. I’m listening.”

      “My name used to be Jamie Lynn Henderson instead of Nolan.”

      Scowling, Shane stared at her. “Okay.”

      “I don’t think you fully understand,” she said.

      Shane sensed the crackle of tension in the air and noted her easing away from him, although she’d barely moved. He faced her and folded his arms across his chest. “Spell it out for me.”

      “Henderson doesn’t ring a bell?”

      “There’s a town near Lake Norfork by that name.”

      “Think closer to home, Shane. My mother’s name is Alice. Ray is my dad. And my brother is Ray Junior.”

      Sensing that he was gaping at her, he snapped his jaw closed. “You’re that Henderson?”

      “Yes.”

      “Hold on. I don’t remember any daughter named Jamie Lynn.”

      “Probably because my family always called me Baby Sister. I was in kindergarten before I knew that wasn’t my given name.”

      “Why the charade?” Anger was building. Shane fought to keep it from spilling over and halting their conversation before he could learn more.

      “It wasn’t a trick,” Jamie vowed. “My great-aunt adopted me years ago and gave me her last name. That’s why I can’t figure out why I was targeted so quickly after I hit town. It must be because I called the courthouse to inquire about my family and ask for the transcripts of my brother’s trial.”

      “Go on.” His arms remained crossed, his eyes narrowing.

      “I was kept in the dark as a child. When I was recently told that my mother ran away to save herself after my father disappeared, right here in your precious town, I decided to come back and see what else I could find out.”

      “That’s crazy talk.”

      “Is it? What if my brother wasn’t driving the car that hit your dad?”

      “Don’t be ridiculous. He was not only tried and convicted, he confessed.”

      “Because he was threatened. So were my parents. Mom sent me to live with an aunt in New England during the trial to keep me out of danger.”

      “That doesn’t prove a thing except that your mom was paranoid. Maybe your whole family was.”

      As he continued to observe her, he saw her scan the parts of the garage she could see from where they stood. She was plainly nervous. Wary. Uncomfortable. Considering what she’d just admitted, he didn’t blame her.

      If he’d had the option he would gladly have hauled her truck to another garage and washed his hands of her.

      It didn’t dawn on him that his thoughts were so transparent until she said, “Look. I know you don’t really want to deal with my problems anymore. Try to think of me as just another nameless customer. Once we get through this, I promise I won’t bother you again.”

      “Of course you will.”

      “I don’t understand.”

      A deep breath and heavy sigh helped settle him enough to speak his mind without letting rancor overwhelm him. “You don’t have to tell me more about why you came back. You intend to stir up trouble. It’s a given, particularly now that I’ve seen how you operate.”

      “Oh, really?”

      “Yes. Really. Once you latch on to an idea, you haven’t got sense enough to drop it, even when it’s wrong.”

      “Listen, Mr. Colton. The folks around here were so sure R.J. was guilty they did that very thing to him. He was convicted in the court of public opinion long before he ever stood before a judge.”

      “Not true. He had a fair trial. I was there.”

      Her shoulders slumped, and she looked away as if viewing the past before she said, “Sadly, I was not. My parents thought they were sparing me by keeping me in the dark. All they were really doing was giving my imagination free rein. That was a mistake. Now I have to go back and start from the beginning if I want to understand.”

      “How do you propose to do that?”

      “Court records, among other things. As I said, I’ve already talked to people at the county courthouse and requested other information that’s in the public domain.”

      “Terrific.” He knew he was scowling and gave himself permission to continue. “My mother is just getting her life back together and you come along to ruin it.”

      “This has nothing to do with your mother.”

      His voice rose. “She was married to the man your brother ran down and left in the street to bleed to death. How can you say it has nothing to do with her? It has everything to do with her.”

      * * *

      Serenity had two main streets and two highways that intersected. Jamie Lynn knew she was currently on Third Street and that her motel was located on Highway 62. As soon as Shane’s back was turned, she slipped out the front door and headed toward courthouse square. From there, she figured she could easily get her bearings. There was no danger. Nobody would expect to see her dressed like a nurse just getting off duty.

      One thing was definite. She was not going to spend one more unnecessary moment with any Colton if she could help it. This would mark a new beginning to her quest.

      Ulysses trotted along beside her as if he’d strolled those roads all his life. As soon as they reached Church Street and could walk on sidewalks instead of the outside edges of narrow pavement, Jamie Lynn stopped worrying about passing traffic.

      Looking down at her exuberant pet made her smile, as always. “What a good boy. I wish you could tell me how to relax the way you do,” she crooned.

      He rewarded her with a wag of his tail and a glance before continuing to sniff his way along their route.

      The afternoon was still warm and the air so clean and fresh she could almost feel it healing her sore throat. There was also peace and ambience to be enjoyed here; something she had neither remembered nor expected.

      Traffic circling the square was heavier than she had anticipated, so she paused. Proceeding directly to the courthouse would entail extra crossings. Sensibly, she opted to take the long way around instead.

      Flashes of buried memory began to surface. A few stores and even nearby homes seemed familiar, and not in a negative way. The same thing had occurred when she’d been exploring the old farmhouse, but she had not expected to experience such clear recollections anywhere else.

      “I’m supposed

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