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“I’m not sure snakes get rabies.”
“My answer,” she says in a voice that has a hint of smoke in it, a voice that haunts like I should know it but don’t, “is no.”
And with that, she turns and walks out of the bar.
Dakota is suddenly there, poking at me.
Christ. Two angry females is two too many. “What?”
“What did you say to her?”
“I asked if she’d like a drink, and that annoyed her. That’s your friend, Dakota. She seems to get annoyed at nothing.”
She pokes me again. “Hurt her and I hurt you.”
“As your lawyer, I’m letting you know I’m against physical attacks on my person.”
Lawson hooks an arm around her. “C’mon, Wildcat, leave the sad, single man alone.”
I ignore him and cast a long glance at the door.
Seems to me that Sarah King issued me a challenge.
I fucking love a challenge.
Especially if it comes shaped like her.
Chapter Five
Sarah
I stalk to my truck, thanking whatever gods there are that murder is still considered illegal and I had maybe half a beer.
Fuck Leland Conley, anyway. Or rather don’t.
I get in the truck and drive back to the resort where I’m living and helping Dakota put the finishing touches on. Another week or so and we should be ready to officially open. There’ll still be things to do, but the main building and some of the guest cabins will be ready, as well as the spa.
Maybe I can drown the smug asshole and bury the body. The resort does sit on acres of land. No one would find his body. I’m good with tools and a shovel, and I’m enjoying life as a country girl.
Pity it comes with the man I had the best sex ever in my life with. And I mean ever.
Even now, a shiver of lust passes through me. Christ, I can close my eyes and remember every detail.
No one, not one man since, has even come close to him.
I even went through a phase of a bunch of different guys, and then none. And now? I breathe out slow as I turn onto the property. He’s there, in my head, in my bones and I don’t even like him. Damnit, the man left me twenty bucks like a cheap hooker—the last thing I’d ever expected.
Twenty-three, in the middle of getting a divorce and completely naïve, that was me. A far cry from now. But he’s the one thing that’s like a stone in my shoe, that pokes and prods.
Leland.
Not Billy the ex, not anyone else.
Fucking Leland.
I slam the door of the truck and hit the lock on the keys. There are some city things life in this little idyllic town can’t scrub away . . . people might not lock up, but I do.
Who knows who’ll turn up?
