Page 11 of Pistol Perfect


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She put her elbow on the table and dropped her cheek into her hand. “I can’t think of anyone.”

Lark sighed. “I’m coming up with a blank too. There are some eligible men, but none who would be happy with just a marriage of convenience.”

“Same.”

And then, as soon as she said that word, a picture of a box came into her head.

Lark knew all about her fascination with Annie Oakley and how she loved anything to do with the sharpshooting woman from the 1800s. But she hadn’t told Lark about the box. About going home tonight and opening something that belonged to Annie Oakley at one point.

But as she was thinking that, a face shimmered across her brain.

James. Carol’s nephew. He’d worked with her dad. He hung out in the big city. He...was a man of the world and had never married.

He never married.

She couldn’t imagine that James had someone he was pining for and hadn’t gone after her. He must be single by choice. Maybe he wanted to stay that way. Maybe being married in name only would be something he would be interested in.

Could she ask him?

Oh yeah. She could totally see herself marching up to him and laying it out for him. She would do it for the girls, even though it wasn’t something that she necessarily wanted to do.

“I think I have someone.”










Chapter 4

“It was good of youto come see me, uh, the truck so quickly,” James said as he shook Silas’s hand.

“I don’t always get a lunch break, but things were a little slow in the shop, so I figured I would slip out. Is that her over there?” Silas asked, nodding at the barn and the truck that slumped beside it.

“That’s her,” James said, feeling a little weird discussing the truck like it had a gender but imitating Silas.

“You don’t seem like the kind of man who’s interested in restoring old vehicles. I was a little surprised to get your call today,” Silas said as they strode over.

James could work people. He’d done it in his younger years, but he knew it left him feeling hollow and empty inside.

A lot of people felt triumph when they got their way no matter how it happened, even if they had to hoodwink people in order to get it. That wasn’t the kind of man he was, and...as much as he would like to continue with the charade, he found himself unable to say anything but the truth.

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