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      “Oh, you’ll find out.” Behind her glasses, her eyes gleamed. “We’ll meet this evening at Town Hall,” she said firmly, already in organizational mode. He’d had a Staff Sergeant like her once, in his early years in the army. “You’re available, Tanner?”

      “If Sarah’s bringing her pecan loaf, I am,” he blurted. To his own surprise.

      The women all turned to him. He shrugged, shoved his hands in his pockets. “Well, y’all know it’s her specialty.”

      His mouth watered at the very thought of it. In high school, he’d lived for his Saturday night movie dates with Sarah, their slow walks home afterward, and a slice or three of her pecan loaf to top off the evening.

      Everyone nodded and smiled, except the woman of the hour.

      “Mrs. Gannett,” Sarah said.

      All eyes swiveled in her direction.

      “Ah…we wouldn’t want an outsider in on a private meeting, would we?”

      He glared. “If it’s something Worth should’ve handled, I’ll be there. Count on it. Pecan loaf or no.”

      “Tanner’s right, dear,” Mrs. G said gently. “And besides, he’s not an outsider, he’s one of our own.”

      The ladies all beamed at him.

      “Now, Sarah,” Mrs. G continued, turning toward her again, “we can count on you, too, can’t we?”

      A red flush started from the neck of Sarah’s flower-print dress and spread up to her pale cheeks. “Oh—”

      “She’ll show up, Mrs. G.” He shifted, adjusting the belt on his hips. “Sarah’s got a strong interest in what’s happening around this town.”

      Over the women’s heads, he stared at her. She glared back, her flashing green eyes seeming to wish him off the face of the earth.

      SARAH MARCHED INTO Town Hall with her head held high, a tight smile plastered on her lips, and a platter of warm pecan loaf clutched in her shaking fingers.

      After closing the store, she’d just had time enough to run upstairs to make the loaves. Not to please Tanner, of course, but because everyone would expect her to bring them.

      She wouldn’t do anything to please that man.

      And she’d had to come here tonight. She didn’t trust him not to exaggerate the severity of Kevin’s childish deed.

      The object of her wrath stood beside Mrs. Gannett, a good foot-and-a-half taller than the older woman and decked out in all his deputy glory.

      Averting her gaze, she headed toward the cloth-covered tables in the rear of the room.

      “Hi, Miss Sarah.” One of Kevin’s friends stopped directly in her path. “Where’s Kevin?”

      “He’s not allowed out tonight.” She’d left him under the watchful eye of Billy’s mother, with a list of dos—homework—and don’ts—television. She didn’t dare bring him to the meeting. Didn’t want him anywhere near Tanner.

      She had enough to worry her. An entire list…

      Kevin, the center of her life, who had defaced a car—and a sheriff’s car, at that. The bills that flowed into her mailbox, threatening to drown her. And the beloved bookstore she might soon lose if she didn’t find a way out of her money troubles.

      She didn’t need all this added hoopla of a town meeting.

      As she set the foil-wrapped platter on the table, she felt someone move in close beside her. A long arm reached around her, and a huge hand plucked at the foil. She shoved the arm aside.

      “That’s for later.”

      “Aw, c’mon.”

      Tanner’s teasing tone sounded so like Kevin’s, she nearly expected to find her son beside her.

      “Just a quick look to see if it’s what I’m thinking.” He pulled the foil aside. “Mm-mmm.”

      The husky murmur threatened to undo her.

      “Great deductive skills, huh?”

      She rolled her eyes. “You knew you’d find pecan loaf, Tanner. I always brought it everywhere.” She took as much pride in the light response she’d managed as she ever had in her baking.

      “Where’s that boy of yours tonight? Leave him home with his daddy?”

      “I don’t have a husband,” she said, hoping her terse tone would close the subject. She should’ve known better.

      “You’re raising the boy yourself?”

      “Yes, I am. Though it’s no business of yours.”

      From the front of the room came the pounding of a gavel.

      She edged away. “Sounds like Doc’s ready to start. I’ll see you.”

      Forcing herself to walk slowly, she headed for the front of the room. She nodded to Charlie Kemper, one of the local ranchers, before taking a first-row seat in front of him. Deliberately, she’d chosen a chair near the wall, as far from Tanner’s sharp gaze as she could get. Yet she could feel the same prickly sensation that used to come over her in class, from grade school right through senior year.

      It meant Tanner was watching her.

      Beneath the prickliness, she shivered. He’d always seen too much, read her too well, understood too clearly what she was feeling.

      Except for that one heart-wrenching night when he didn’t understand anything at all.

      At the front of the room, Doc Thompson banged his gavel again. “All right, now, let’s call this meeting to order.”

      Gradually the noise in the room faded away, except for the calming hum of the overhead fan.

      Then she heard the slap of boots on bare wooden flooring, the rattling of metal, the squeaking of leather. Afraid to turn her head, she looked from the corner of her eye. And saw Tanner sauntering along the front row toward her.

      Around her, excited whispering drowned out everything but the rushing of her blood in her ears. Everyone in town knew her and Tanner’s history.

      Or most of it, anyway.

      When he took the empty seat beside her, she stiffened and ground her teeth together. The gall of the man, when she’d made it plain she didn’t want to sit with him.

      “Hey, Tanner, welcome back.” From the row behind them, Charlie Kemper leaned forward.

      In the process of shaking Charlie’s hand, Tanner grazed the bare skin of her arm. His touch seemed accidental—harmless?—but that didn’t stop her from choking on her sudden indrawn breath.

      “Hey, you okay?”

      Full of concern, Tanner turned to her and placed a huge hand on either of her arms. She could have cried.

      He had always held her just that way when he meant to kiss her. Years of conditioning sent her eyelids fluttering downward. She caught herself and jerked them open. Pulled herself out of his reach. Those days of sweet kisses had ended long ago.

      “I’m fine,” she gasped.

      “Sarah,” Doc Thompson called from the front table, “are you needing my services over there?”

      She shook her head and coughed. “No, thanks, Doc.”

      Shifting in her chair, she crossed her arms over her chest. Her cheeks burned.

      Tanner’s blue eyes twinkled. Those sea-blue eyes, very like Kevin’s. With Tanner’s so-called deductive ability, how could he have missed noticing the similarity this morning?

      What would he do when he finally made the connection? When he finally

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