Coming Home To Crimson. Michelle Major

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       Chapter Four

      “Seriously?”

      Sienna’s blue eyes burned like the center of a flame as she glared at him.

      “The neighbors called,” he said, like he owed her some sort of explanation. “Mrs. Morrison saw lights flashing through the trees while she was walking her dog before bed tonight. She was convinced they were a result of some sort of unlawful activity.”

      “I heard about the neighbors,” Sienna muttered. “Paige and I were having a dance party.” She glowered at him like he’d put the older couple up to making the complaint. As if he didn’t have anything better to do than show up to check out the situation—like he’d been looking for an excuse to see her again. The latter might be slightly true, even though he’d never admit it.

      “Don’t you have deputies or something?” she demanded, crossing her arms over the faded tie-dyed tank top she wore. She had matching pajama pants, and with her blond hair tumbling over her shoulders and the pink glow to her cheeks, she was even more beautiful now than she’d been earlier that morning.

      “I wanted to check on you.” The fact that he admitted it obviously surprised her as much as it did him.

      “How did you know I was here?”

      She moved back and he stepped into the house, gently closing the ancient screen door behind him. He didn’t bother with the front door. It was a perfect Colorado night, about ten degrees cooler than it had been when the sun was out, and Cole needed the fresh air to remind him to keep his self-control in place.

      “Rodney mentioned you picked up one of the business cards for The Bumblebee. There aren’t many open rooms in town because of the rodeo, so I assumed this is where you ended up. Once the call came in, I had no doubt you were here.” He inclined his head. “You and trouble and all that.”

      “I don’t get into trouble,” she insisted, narrowing her eyes.

      “Other than speeding and stealing a car and—”

      “I didn’t steal the car.”

      “You stole a car?”

      Cole looked up as Paige Harper rushed into the room. “That’s crazy in an awesome Thelma and Louise kind of way. Hey, Sheriff.”

      “Evening, Paige.”

      “Sorry about the music.”

      “It was more the lights this time. They worried Mrs. Morrison.”

      “Of course they did. She’s probably jealous that she has no reason to turn on disco lights.” Paige nudged Sienna. “If you want to be Thelma, I can be Louise. Or we can trade roles. I’m more of a Thelma anyway, I think. Sheriff, do you have an opinion on that?”

      “Uh, no,” Cole admitted, not sure what the bubbly innkeeper was talking about. But it didn’t matter because he saw the start of a smile curve Sienna’s full mouth and felt suddenly grateful for Paige Harper and her ramshackle inn.

      Even though she seemed tough, he had a feeling Sienna was more vulnerable in Crimson than she’d ever let on. If Jase’s wariness and Emily’s underlying temper were any indication, she might need a friend during her time in town. Paige would be the perfect ally.

      “I’m not Thelma or Louise,” Sienna said. “I borrowed a car from my ex-boyfriend this morning and then I returned it. The sheriff was a witness. I’m not planning on causing trouble. Pierce women don’t do trouble.”

      “You’re a Crenshaw here in Crimson,” Cole felt compelled to point out. “And the Crenshaw family has a long history of trouble in this town.”

      “Jase Crenshaw is the family you’re in town to visit?” Paige asked, wide-eyed.

      Sienna nodded tightly. “Jase and my dad.”

      “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Jase is a great guy. I’m new enough to Crimson that I don’t know much about anyone’s past history, but I can almost guarantee Jase isn’t involved in any kind of trouble. He’s too good for that.”

      “How do you know my brother?” Sienna asked quietly, shifting away from Paige and closer to Cole. He had the ridiculous urge to wrap an arm around her shoulder but managed to keep his hands at his sides.

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