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Kendall increased his speed again, heading for the alley where Reggie had just disappeared into. He turned the corner in time to see Reggie closing fast on Logan and the girl from the stagecoach locked in an obviously intimate clench.

Reggie’s first overloud question could be heard from Kendall’s place on the wooden sidewalk. “Excuse me, aren’t you the stable master here in town?”

Logan looked slightly dazed and confused when he turned his head to address the blogger’s question. Kendall took a closer look at Logan, specifically his face. Did he have shiny lip gloss spread across his mouth? Damn it.

Reggie kept moving down the narrow corridor of space between the buildings, while in one hand he held a small device that looked like a phone, but was probably a tape recorder or video maker. Double damn it.

“Reggie Bender? Is that you?” Kendall called out sternly.

Reggie whipped around, obviously not expecting to be interrupted in his quest for a scandalous story.

“Sheriff? What are you doing here?” Reggie looked over his shoulder as Logan slowly parted from the girl he now knew was named Jocelyn.

Kendall couldn’t help but notice that her lips looked swollen and thoroughly kissed. He also didn’t fail to see that Logan had likely pushed her against the wall, locked her arms behind her so she couldn’t move, and tangled his legs around hers to keep her from running. As enticing as that sexy vision was to comprehend, now was not the time for such displays. Especially not in broad daylight during operating hours.

“I was just strolling through town to make sure the streets are safe. Can I help you with something, Reggie? Some truth I can clarify for you?”

“No. I was just hoping to catch your town stable master for a few minutes to ask some questions.” He spun around and marched toward the couple still fairly intimately connected.

Kendall followed him, hoping to avert disaster. He could see the headlines now, “Stagecoach passenger molested by bandit during robbery, then ravished by the stable master once innocently strolling around town.”

“Now is really not the best time,” Logan said, catching Kendall’s irate glare and frowning as if he suddenly realized where he was, and that he had a woman pinned in a compromising position against a brick wall. Slowly, they unwound from each other, but remained close together.

“Who’s this beautiful woman you’re with today?”

Logan blinked, turning to Jocelyn as her striking grin erupted.

Kendall took the opportunity to gaze at Jocelyn more carefully. The word fuckable came directly and inappropriately into his mind. He remembered the exact feel of her lips against his from earlier at the stagecoach, and more concisely his recall included how she tasted when her tongue had licked his mouth for entrance.

No one said anything for a count of five.

Finally, Jocelyn said, “I’m his fiancée. I just got back into town from a long trip away. When he’s dressed up as a cowboy, I can’t seem to help myself.” She didn’t hold out her hand, but her brows furrowed as if she were about to tell the annoying blogger to pound dirt. Kendall was grateful Jocelyn had sized up the moment and acted suitably, if surprisingly. Logan didn’t react at all to her audacious statement about being his fiancée. Another surprise.

Reggie frowned. “I see.” His voice was heavily laced with disappointment. Apparently being Logan’s bride-to-be wasn’t salacious enough for him to want to report on. He pushed a button on the device he held, slipping it back inside his jacket pocket.

In a tone that couldn’t have been less interested, Reggie asked her, “What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” However, Reggie’s focus was already out on the street as if he didn’t care one iota who Jocelyn was or if she ever answered him. If she wasn’t a visiting virgin being molested in broad daylight by the town stable master, he didn’t want to bother any further. Kendall was thankful.

“I’m Jocelyn, and you are?”

Reggie didn’t respond. He turned away, moving toward the sidewalk. Apparently, permanent relationships were boring and not a viable part of his byline.

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