The Sheriff Gets His Lady. Dani Sinclair

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      PROLOGUE

      NOAH BEAUFORT CLIMBED into his truck and started the engine while the warden’s warning played in his head.

      Francis Hartman was released this morning, Noah. You need to be aware that the last thing he told his cellmate was how much he was looking forward to seeing you again.

      Francis Hartman had graduated from armed robbery to paid muscle for a drug distributor in Dallas. Noah’s last undercover assignment with the Dallas P.D. had netted him, along with a number of other people. Unfortunately, Hartman had enough money for a good attorney. Noah wasn’t surprised he was out already.

      Threats were something every lawman faced. Noah wasn’t overly concerned, but with his daughter living at home this semester, he couldn’t dismiss the threat completely.

      He was thinking about that when he started backing up—right into another car. Braking sharply, Noah cursed his inattention. Putting the truck in park, he stepped out to check the damage. The austere concrete structure of the prison loomed ominously over the parking lot, casting deep shadows despite the afternoon sun.

      The man unfolding himself from the sleek, dark-blue Lexus was six-two, maybe two hundred pounds, with jet-black hair worn straight back in a ponytail. He was dressed in a fancy Western-style suit, his expression hidden behind silver-framed glasses with dark-tinted lenses.

      A high-priced lawyer type, Noah decided. Just what he needed. “Sorry,” he said, joining the man who stood beside his car’s front bumper. “I never saw you.”

      The man regarded his bumper without a trace of expression. The Lexus didn’t appear scratched. There was a small scrape on Noah’s truck but that was all. He took in Noah’s sheriff’s uniform and nodded curtly.

      “No harm done.”

      “Would you like my insurance information?”

      The man gave a quick shake of his head. “That won’t be necessary.”

      He turned, ponytail swinging, and returned to his car. Noah frowned. At a guess, the man had a Mexican background that he went to great lengths to hide. Noah wondered if he was effective in front of a jury. There was something cold, almost menacing, about his arrogance.

      Noah returned to his truck, fastened his seat belt, and finished backing out. The stranger waited, taking the vacated parking place. In the rearview mirror, Noah watched him step from his car, place a Stetson firmly on his head, and stride purposefully toward the prison entrance.

      With a frown, Noah dismissed the man and glanced at the clock. He had several errands to run, but if he hurried he could still make it home in time for his daughter’s phone call. He was anxious to hear how a sheriff’s daughter was making out in the high-society world of her fiancé’s family.

      Noah liked Doug Rossiter. The strapping young man with his dark good looks was serious, levelheaded, and unpretentious. More important, he adored Lauren and balanced her enthusiasm for life with a practical side that kept her grounded. Noah was pleased by their engagement, even if his daughter was awfully young.

      Maybe he was simply getting old—or feeling a tad overprotective. He dismissed the thought wryly. He didn’t feel old, and if he was overprotective, well, he’d been that way from the moment he and Beth had brought Lauren home. He’d taken one look at that tiny, sweet face staring up at him with large, unfocused eyes and had known he’d move mountains to protect that little baby.

      Besides, they’d only had each other since his wife died when Lauren was five years old. Things hadn’t been easy at first, but he hadn’t done so badly. Lauren had grown, becoming a beautiful, intelligent young woman—even if he did say so himself! And he planned to enjoy what was left of their father-daughter time together.

      * * *

      “WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” J. B. Crowe barked.

      Luke Silva let his boss’s annoyance bounce off him. If there was one thing he’d learned over the years, it was how to handle the notorious gangster.

      He flicked a bit of nonexistent lint from the fancy trim on his Western jacket and surveyed the prison’s sterile environment. Guards were positioned strategically around the room. None paid him any more attention than they did the other friends and loved ones sitting in front of the glass wall that separated guests from inmates in the open, narrow room.

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