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gone on one single date.”

      True enough. He’d been elected sheriff less than a year ago and was still preoccupied with cleaning up the mess left behind by Big Burt Maddox, the former sheriff. He uncapped his water bottle and took a drink. “Too busy.”

      “The whole family is worried about you.”

      He had two other younger sisters. One was married. The other had a steady job in Denver. Mama still lived on the rez. When all four of these women got together, they were a force to be reckoned with. “I’m fine.”

      She dribbled toward the basket and made a layup. Her cutoffs and baggy T-shirt didn’t match her weird curlicue hairdo—no doubt a style she’d picked up from some fashion program on cable. Signing up for satellite television with over two hundred channels had been a mistake; his sister was starting to quote supermodels.

      She flipped the basketball back to him and said, “There’s a name for what’s wrong with you. The lone wolf syndrome. Just like that stupid belt buckle you always wear.”

      He touched his lucky pewter belt buckle with the howling wolf design. “What’s wrong with this?”

      “If you’d sit down for a minute, I could explain. Lucky for you, I’m majoring in psychology.”

      He looked toward the road and saw headlights turning off the road into his driveway. Gravel crunched under the wheels of a dark green sedan that pulled up and parked in front of his porch. A glance at his wristwatch told him that it was nine-forty-seven, which was too late for a friendly visit. Now what?

      A slender woman with shining black hair emerged from the driver’s side. Her jacket was metallic gold, and her jeans fit like a second skin. Balanced on sandals with high platform heels, she came toward them. “Are you the sheriff? Jake Wolf?”

      He nodded. “Who are you?”

      She stepped onto the concrete, straightened her shoulders and announced, “I am Princess Saida Khalid of Jamala.”

      Inwardly, he groaned. Not another royal!

      His sister approached the princess and attempted a curtsy that looked ridiculous in sneakers and cutoffs. “I’m Maggie, Jake’s sister. Love your jacket. Is it designer?”

      “Don’t remember.” She shrugged. “I’ve had it so long, it’s practically vintage.”

      Maggie laughed as though this comment was the cleverest thing she’d ever heard. “Please come inside, Princess. Is that right? Should I call you Princess or Your Highness?”

      “Call me Saida.”

      “Did you come here from Jamala?” Maggie frowned. “Is that far? I don’t know exactly where Jamala is.”

      “An island nation in the Mediterranean. But I live in Beverly Hills.”

      Judging by Maggie’s rapturous response, California was right next door to Heaven. She babbled about Hollywood and movie stars and some kind of shopping area called Rodeo Drive—a place that didn’t sound as though they sold saddles and bridles. She tugged at her curled hair in an attempt to match Saida’s smooth bangs and straight shoulder-length style.

      Nothing good could come from his sister idolizing a princess. He grabbed his dark blue uniform shirt from the ground where he’d tossed it, stuck his arms in the sleeves and fastened two buttons. “What can I do for you, ma’am?”

      Saida smiled at Maggie. “Will you excuse us, please?”

      “Absolutely.” His sister scampered toward the house. “You’re coming in, right? I have linguini.”

      “I’ll be right there,” Jake said.

      “I wasn’t asking you.”

      He knew what Maggie meant, and she was going to be disappointed. He had no intention of encouraging the princess to stay.

      “I adore linguini,” Saida said, “with clam sauce.”

      “I’ve got to get your recipe.” Maggie rolled her eyes. “What am I saying? You don’t cook for yourself. I mean—”

      “Maggie,” Jake interrupted, “that’s enough.”

      He was sick and tired of all this kowtowing to the royal entourage. As individuals, he’d come to respect the princes; they were decent men stuck in a bad situation. But he was more than ready for them to get the hell out of Wind River County.

      As Maggie disappeared into the house, Saida strode across the basketball court toward him. She made direct eye contact, compelling him to meet her gaze. A striking woman with flawless olive skin and full lips, she was as pretty as the models in his sister’s magazines. Looking into her caramel-colored eyes, he was surprised by the depth of sadness he saw there.

      “You must help me.” She grasped his arm, and he felt the trembling in her fingers. “Please. Help me find my brother.”

      Her pain was honest, not a facade. He could tell that her heart was aching, and her vulnerability touched him. He’d always been a sucker for the underdog; it was his nature to protect those who couldn’t fend for themselves.

      But he doubted that the princess fell under that category. She had too many advantages. Not only was she rich and royal but her beauty was an undeniable asset. All she needed to do was flutter those thick, black eyelashes and most men would jump to do her bidding.

      Very deliberately, he removed her hand from his arm. “Amir went missing a while ago. Why are you coming here now?”

      “Do you think I waited because I don’t care about my brother?”

      Or she was too busy getting a manicure. “Why now?”

      “All my life, my brother has tried to shelter me. He’s almost ten years older than I am. His friends—Sheik Efraim and the others—thought they were doing as Amir would wish when they told me not to worry, that everything was fine.” Her amber eyes flashed. “They lied to me.”

      A harsh judgment. Even if the princes had deceived her, news reporters and paparazzi had been all over this case. “You must have seen the reports.”

      “The media.” She flicked her hand as if swatting an irritating gnat. “I know better than to believe what I see on the ten o’clock news. I thought I could trust my brother’s friends. But I’ve given up on them. They won’t answer my questions. The FBI agents refused to speak to me. I have come to you to hear the truth.”

      “Lucky me,” he muttered.

      “I read about you on the internet. You promised change when you ran for sheriff. You want to help people and fight corruption. There were some amazing endorsements.”

      He eyed her skeptically. “If you’ve been in this country for any time at all, you must know that you can’t believe much of what’s said during a campaign.”

      “I’ve lived in America since I was sixteen.”

      That must be why she had only a slight accent, just a hint of the exotic.

      She continued, “It’s true that politicians will say anything to win. But you’re different. I trust you.”

      He had a pretty good idea that she was shining him on to get what she wanted. “You figured out that I’m trustworthy by looking me up on the internet?”

      Her full lips parted in a smile, showing off her perfect, white teeth. When she leaned toward him, he caught a whiff of perfume that smelled like mint and peaches. Her nearness was having an effect on him. As Maggie never tired of pointing out, he hadn’t been with a woman for quite a while.

      “Now that I’ve met you,” she purred, “I know that I made the right choice. I read all about you, Jake. You’re Native American.”

      “Arapaho,” he said.

      “Is that like Navajo?” Her hand rested on

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