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      He shrugged. “You know what they say. When you’ve got it flaunt it.”

      “You won’t have it long if I have anything to say about it. I’m on my way into Bootlick right now to see an attorney.”

      “Old Culpepper?” He relaxed a little, hiding his hurt behind a lazy grin. “Shoot, Kara, he can’t do you any good. Might as well save yourself the time and gasoline.”

      “Don’t try to talk me out of it, Murdock. The only way I know to stop this insanity is through a court of law.”

      “Hmm. I can think of another way.” Just for effect, or maybe because the fantasies in his head wouldn’t go away, he lifted one finger and stroked the side of her blazing cheek. “Fact is, I was hoping to talk to you about that sometime today. Why don’t we ride into Bootlick later on and have us a talk over chicken-fried steak and a piece of Berta Renick’s homemade coconut pie?”