Montana Lawman. Allison Leigh

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      God only knew what was running through her mind. He supposed if she felt the need to slam it into him, he might even let her. The way he felt at the realization that someone had hurt her, someone needed to get maimed. “Heavy sucker, isn’t it?”

      She hefted it a little higher, pulling it up to her lap, knocking into the steering wheel as she did so. She jerked, and the flashlight rolled from her fingers.

      He caught it and flicked it on, casually stepping back even more as he trained the light on her calves and ankles.

      Dammit. She had several little pinpricks of blood right above the edge of her folded sock, which no longer looked white as snow as it had that afternoon. “You been out digging ditches?”

      “What?” Her voice was barely audible.

      “Your shoes and socks are muddy.”

      She lifted her hand, touching her forehead with fingers that trembled. “I was, um, d-digging out a garden.”

      “There’s a first-aid kit under the seat, too. Did you finish the garden?” He kept his voice low. Easy. She was beginning to relax and he didn’t want to jeopardize that.

      “There’s hardly any yard.” She handed him the small white plastic box. “Left, I mean. I dug up so much.”

      “You must wield a mean shovel. My grandfather would’ve loved you. Hold this so I can see what I’m doing.”

      “You had a grandfather.”

      His lips twisted a little as he hunkered down on his heels with the long tweezers from the kit and began fishing for tiny shards of glass. “Most people do,” he said. “Though I’ve been accused a time or two of springing from some sort of pod.” He gingerly plucked a tiny sliver from the taut skin of her slender shin. It was hard not to appreciate the shape of her limbs. They were about as perfect as legs could be.

      “He had a place near Billings,” he forced himself to continue. Anything to get her to relax. And knowing that he was doing as much admiring as he was removing slivers of glass wasn’t going to get it. “I spent summers with him.” His grandfather had been an ornery old coot, a farmer of sorts who loved his bottle almost as much as he’d loved his land.

      In comparison to Holt’s life in Los Angeles with his mother, who’d either been high on life and whatever man she’d brought home this time or high on something considerably more illegal, summers in Montana with that ornery old man had been as near to heaven as he’d figured he’d ever get.

      “He’s the reason I ended up in Montana,” he told Molly. He sat back a bit. “Do you feel any glass in your legs still?”

      She rotated her ankles. “I don’t think so. I didn’t to begin with. You, um, you came here from California, you said.”

      “Banished was the term you used, I think.”

      The flashlight’s beam wavered under her hold when she shifted. He looked up at her as he tore open another antiseptic pad.

      “I shouldn’t have said that.”

      “It’s what you thought.”

      “It was cruel.” Her voice went even softer. “I’m not usually cruel.”

      He dabbed at the cluster of tiny cuts on her leg. They oozed tiny droplets of blood and he tore open several plastic bandages. “Yeah, well, I bring that out in a lot of people.”

      “There’s no excuse.”

      “Honey, there is always an excuse.” His lips twisted. “And I’ve probably heard ’em all over the years.”

      The toe of her shoe lifted slowly while he stuck the bandages in place. “Deputy?”

      He looked up as he smoothed down the last bandage. “Yeah?”

      “How did you know?”

      He glanced down at her feet. They were still again. He wasn’t entirely sure he trusted them to stay that way and he had no particular desire to take a size-six tennis shoe in the face. But take it he would, before he’d lift a hand against her. “About your name?”

      She nodded stiffly.

      “I wasn’t certain.” He judiciously gave her feet clearance as he began gathering up the stuff from the first-aid kit. “Until now.”

      Her lips parted. “You bas—”

      “Yeah.” He straightened. “Literally and metaphorically.” Letting her chew on that, he stuck the closed kit in her hands. “Put that back, would you?”

      Those impossibly black lashes of hers lowered for a moment as her fingers tightened on the hard, plastic box. He could practically see the urge to heave it at him playing out in her mind.

      After a long moment she sighed and slipped the box back under the seat. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not a criminal or anything. And I didn’t hurt Harriet. I’ve never hurt anyone.”

      “But you’re running. From someone.”

      “I’m not running.” Her throat worked and her voice went hoarse. “I’m living.”

      He raked his hands through his hair. What was it about this woman that got so thoroughly under his skin? So rapidly under his skin?

      It was a bad sign.

      “Molly, whoever it is could be a suspect. You’ve got to realize that.”

      “That’s impossible. Nobody knows that I’m here.”

      “Family?”

      Her eyes suddenly glistened. He harshly reminded himself that women conjured tears at the drop of a hat. She was probably running from whoever had hurt her—a husband, a lover, a father. God only knew. Maybe she was even one of Lenny Hostetler’s conquests. They seemed to be cropping up with amazing regularity considering the guy had seemingly disappeared from the planet. Molly certainly looked Lenny’s type. The little worm of a man unfailingly went for slender blondes.

      But that didn’t mean Molly was any more trustworthy than any other woman who’d ever been in his life.

      Molly Brewster isn’t in your life.

      “My family knows nothing.”

      He leaned against the opened door. “Must be pretty bad if you’ve cut your family out of your life, too. Seems that person might have cause to be mad at Harriet for helping you find a new life.”

      She stared at him, her expression stony. “Did you take my fingerprints off that glass? Is that why you stole it?”

      Obviously, she was recovering from her shock well enough. “Borrowed. I planned to return it.”

      “After you’d taken my fingerprints from it, I presume.”

      “Yes.”

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