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He had a feeling she didn’t mean walking, but he hurried to catch up all the same. Silence fell over them as Tom tried to come up with a question that wasn’t “So what kind of porn do you like?” but his brain was stuck on the topic, so he kept his mouth shut.
Still, the silence was nice on a night like this. Their boots crunched in the dry snow, and there was the occasional thump of snow falling off tree branches, but other than that, it was only the black sky and white stars and their breath turning the air pale around them. And this very odd woman smiling at her own thoughts.
When they reached her driveway, her smile disappeared, and she shot him an arch look.
“I’ll walk you up,” he said in answer to her irritation.
She shook her head but didn’t argue when he started up the driveway with her.
“This is a gorgeous place,” he said. “I keep thinking I’d love to live outside town, but I’m not sure I want to deal with commuting in winter.”
“We get snowed in a few times a year, so I’m lucky I never have to be anywhere. And Jill always has food. I have had to strap on snowshoes on occasion to make it to her place, but it’s worth the trouble.”
“Clearly. She should open a restaurant.”
“I think she likes the solitude more than she lets on. She sold her last restaurant for a bundle, and her cookbooks sell nicely. People still love cookbooks, apparently, even in this age of ebooks and internet recipes. It’s the pictures, I think.”
“And you? You must be a pretty great artist. Jackson is hardly a cheap place to live.”
“I do all right.” She didn’t elaborate. She was clearly more comfortable telling him about Jill than speaking about herself.
“I read some stories about the judge,” she said as they trudged up the steepest part of her drive. “Do you really think he’s in danger?”
“Obviously, we take any threats seriously, but these guys associate with some groups that have strong feelings about the federal government. And they already killed two troopers.”
“I know.”
“Better safe than sorry. And the judge is isolated out here. You should be careful. I mean it.”
She nodded and stopped at the foot of her steps. “Okay. I guess I should thank you for walking me home, then.”
“You should, but I’m not sure you will.”
“Aren’t you supposed to say something gracious like ‘Just doing my job, ma’am’?”
“I would, but you didn’t actually thank me yet,” he reminded her.
“I guess I didn’t.” She smiled before she jogged up the porch steps. “Have a nice walk home, Marshal.”
Tom rolled his eyes when she opened her door. “You didn’t lock the door?”
“Oh.” She paused halfway in and winced. “I meant to, but I’m not in the habit.”
Tom shook his head. “Listen, I don’t want to piss you off, but could I take a quick look around before I leave?”
“Is this a ploy to come in for a nightcap?”
“No.”
“Peek at my etchings?”
He kept his mouth flat.
“Find out more about that internet porn?”
“Now you’re definitely doing it on purpose.”
She shrugged. “Maybe. Are you complaining?”
