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didn’t he want to put his hands on her breasts or maybe between her thighs? The idea of him pushing her up against the wall while he had his way with her caused her to shudder. The image was so clear she began breathing harder.

      Now, she thought almost frantically. He should make his move now.

      He drew back and gave her a faint smile. “I should probably let you get to it.”

      She had no idea what he was talking about. It? What it?

      Justice cleared his throat. “You have a lot to do.”

      He took another step back and headed for the door. Before she could figure out what was happening, he was gone. Just like that. A couple of hot kisses and he was out the door.

      Patience had a feeling she looked as shocked as she felt. How could he have left like that? He’d kissed her. Passionately. Didn’t he want to do something else? Something more? Something that required them getting naked and sweaty?

      As she was standing alone in the empty store, she would have to say the answer to the question was obviously no.

      Disappointment replaced excitement. Reality intruded. Justice was one hot guy. He had been when they were kids, and that hadn’t changed today. She’d liked him then and she still liked him. Which made her vulnerable.

      While she couldn’t blame him for being whisked out of her life all those years ago, he’d done nothing to get in touch with her since then. He’d managed to find Ford, but not her. She could come up with a hundred reasons to explain his actions, but she couldn’t avoid the truth. If he’d wanted to see her earlier, he would have. So he hadn’t wanted to.

      He was back now and more tempting than should be legal. But tempting wasn’t safe. She wasn’t that fourteen-year-old girl anymore. She was a single mom with an impressionable daughter. She knew how caring about Justice could break tender hearts. She had to be strong and resist. For her sake, but also for Lillie’s.

      * * *

      JUSTICE STOOD IN the center of the old warehouse on the edge of town. The building was a whole lot less fancy than the place he’d seen the previous day with Patience. The floors were concrete, there weren’t any walls or windows and the ductwork was exposed. But the building had been built to last and was well insulated. Putting up walls would be easy. If they added some windows, set aside half the building for various workout rooms, it could work. There was land outside, as well. Enough for target practice and an obstacle course. The location was good and the price better. If they picked this building, he would have to find a place in the mountains for a more advanced obstacle course, but that would be easy.

      He walked around, the only light coming from the overhead fluorescents and the open double doors where he’d entered. He knew he didn’t have Patience’s enthusiasm for his new business, but that was okay. He didn’t like emotional highs or lows. He’d learned a long time ago to accept things as they happened and keep moving forward.

      He, too, had a business plan, along with the cash to make it happen. His friend Felicia had emailed him that morning, asking if he’d made up his mind. If he had settled on Fool’s Gold, he needed to let her know. If he hadn’t, it was time to go look somewhere else. After all, this wasn’t just about himself. He had business partners who wanted him to make a decision.

      As far as Felicia was concerned, she would go anywhere normal. Small-town America appealed to her, and Fool’s Gold fit the definition. She would be there to set up the business, and if she ended up hating Fool’s Gold, she would move on. But the others would be stuck.

      Ford Hendrix had also emailed two days ago to tell Justice to pick Fool’s Gold already, and yesterday to say anywhere but there. Ford’s ambivalence came from his close-knit family. There were days the former SEAL wanted to reconnect and others when he needed to head into some wilderness and never be heard from again. It was the kind of ambivalence Justice could relate to. With Patience...

      He shook his head. He wasn’t here to think about her.

      His third partner, Angel, fell into the neutral category. He’d never been to the town. When he’d read the description, he’d been intrigued by the nearby mountains. Angel enjoyed the outdoors and getting away from the world. The rugged topography offered plenty of both. So the decision fell to Justice, who, honest to God, didn’t have a clue.

      Except he did. There was a part of him that had always wanted to come back here. To the one place he’d felt welcome.

      Patience was a big part of the pull, he admitted, if only to himself. He’d never forgotten about her and had often wondered where she was and what she was doing. With his resources, it would have been easy to find out. He could have had a complete dossier on her in less than six hours. Only he never had.

      Now he knew she was in town and single, which made her a temptation. Their kiss the previous morning had only fueled the fantasy. He wanted more. He wanted her in his bed, pulling him close, taking him with as much passion as he wanted to take her.

      Which meant the best solution for both of them was for him to walk away.

      He knew who he was and the type of man he could become. Patience deserved better. He wanted to think he could be better, do better, than his father. That Bart Hanson’s DNA wasn’t his son’s destiny. But he couldn’t be sure. When his father had finally been captured and sent back to prison, Justice had been free to choose. He could have been anything, gone anywhere. The fact that he’d joined the army wasn’t noteworthy. His choice of occupation was.

      He’d become a sniper. Not a cop, not a technician. The son of a murderer had chosen to kill others. It was the ultimate proof of the darkness in his soul. Which meant leaving made the most sense for Patience and her family. They deserved better than him. The problem was he didn’t want to go. And that made him the biggest bastard of all.

      He heard footsteps on the concrete and turned to see a well-dressed older woman walking into the warehouse. Like Eddie from the day before, she had white hair. But the similarities ended there. This woman had on a well-tailored suit, pumps and pearls. She smiled as she approached and held out her hand.

      “Welcome back, Justice Garrett. I’m Mayor Marsha Tilson. You probably don’t remember me.”

      “No, I don’t. But it’s nice to meet you, again.”

      They shook hands.

      The mayor studied him. “You’ve grown up. I remember when you were a tall, skinny teenager. You were friends with Patience McGraw and Ford Hendrix. It was always the three of you, but I thought you had special feelings for Patience.”

      He stared at the older woman. She was talking about relationships that had played out fifteen years ago. While the events had been important to him, he couldn’t imagine a woman in her fifties paying attention to the lives of a group of teenagers.

      Her smile widened. “I can see my observations are startling. I confess I was intrigued by you from the very beginning. Your guardians did an excellent job of fitting in, but there were inconsistencies in their story. When you first arrived, it was obvious you’d suffered some kind of trauma.”

      “You knew I was being protected?”

      “No. I never figured that out. I thought maybe the man who claimed to be your uncle wasn’t a relative and that you didn’t want anyone to know. There could be many reasons for the subterfuge. So I watched to make sure you weren’t being abused, and when you began to settle in and make friends, I knew all would be well.”

      He shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the idea that she’d been watching out for him. “I was fine.”

      “Until you had to leave so mysteriously. We were all worried. Patience especially. Under the circumstances, you had to go. We see that now. But at the time, we were concerned.”

      Obviously the mayor knew the story of what had happened. He shouldn’t be surprised. News traveled fast in a town this small.

      “Now you’re here to open a business. Some kind of bodyguard

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