âYou know, John Blake, if youâre not careful, I could really get used to having you around.â
âWould that be a bad thing?â
She set the glass on the table, considering the question. âIf you were going to stick around long-term, maybe not. But if youâre just some stranger passing throughââ
He didnât say anything, looking down at his plate of food. âI donât know what happens next,â he admitted.
âThen maybe we should just keep things casual,â she said, swallowing an unexpected rush of disappointment. âNo strings, no expectations. No taking things too far.â
He followed her to the door when she started to leave, catching her hand. âDoes kissing count as taking things too far?â
Chapter One
The tinkle of the bell attached to the front door of Duncanâs Hardware heralded the arrival of a new customer, though on this frigid March day in the Texas Panhandle, the gust of icy wind blowing through the entryway would have been plenty of warning by itself.
In the fasteners aisle, John Blake winced as the cold seeped under the collar of his jacket and seemed to attach itself to his mending collarbone. The gnawing pain stole his breath for a moment before settling into a bearable ache.
The new arrival was a woman. Tall and rangy, with hair the rusty color of Georgia clay and worn in a simple ponytail, she had alert eyes the color of the gunmetal sky outside. Her rawboned features, free of makeup, were more interesting than beautiful.
She nodded at Gil Duncan, the proprietor, and scanned the shop with those sharp gray eyes, her gaze settling on John and narrowing.
He looked away, feigning a lack of interest, though every nerve in his body tingled to attention.
He felt more than saw her approaching him, but he didnât look away from the boxes of screws he was studying.
âYouâre new in town.â
John looked up at her, finding himself the object of those smoky eyes. Close up, her gaze was sharp, her expression intelligent and curious. She also gave off an air of authority, and he thought the word cop even before she flipped open her jacket to reveal the six-pointed star badge of the Barstow County Sheriffâs Department.
âYes, I am,â he answered with a mild smile. He was barely an inch taller than she was, and in his current condition, he was fairly sure she could take him down without much trouble. Cooperation was by far the smarter option for him, especially since he wasnât looking to draw much attention to himself during his hopefully brief stay in Cold Creek, Texas.
âYouâre that fellow whoâs renting the Merriwether place on Route 7?â
âYes, maâam.â
Her lips twitched a bit at his polite response. âYouâre from...North Carolina?â
Not a bad guess, he thought. âTennessee.â
She gave a nod. âHow do you like Cold Creek so far?â
âItâs quiet. Been chilly since I got here.â
âThat wonât last,â she warned with a friendly smile that displayed a set of straight, white teeth. She was prettier when she smiled, he decided. âIf youâre planninâ on stayinâ long, that is.â
Was that her way of asking whether he was going to stick around? âSo I hear. Hopefully itâs a little less humid than where Iâm from.â
The musical tone of her laugh caught him by surprise. âYou can bank on that. But itâs windy as all get out, so you need to take care with any open flames. Doesnât take long for a fire to get out of control in these parts.â
âHey, Miranda, I got those two-by-fours you ordered in the back,â the florid-cheeked man at the front counter called out. âWanna meet me back there with your truck?â
âBe right there, Dad,â she called before turning back to John. âIâm Miranda Duncan.â She grinned before adding, âOf the hardware Duncans.â
He laughed. âJohn Blake. Of the accounting Blakes,â he said in return, wondering if she could tell he was speaking the truth.
It had been a while since heâd used his real name. But Quinn had suggested it, since the people who might want to do him harm knew him by other names. Nobody heâd crossed recently would connect him to some guy named John Blake who lived in Cold Creek, Texas.
Miranda cocked her head for the briefest moment before she smiled at him again. âWelcome to Cold Creek, John Blake. Hope youâll like it here.â She headed back out the door, letting in another blast of icy wind that made his bones hurt.