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She raised her brows "I bet you tell all your girlfriends that"

The forkful of eggs stopped midway to his mouth and his lips turned up a little, his a the part of lovers, reine people in this coht find that hard to believe"

She took a sip of her coffee "You’re right They would, so when the sheriff comes, he’ll be our first test subject"

"Not sure he’ll et here"

"Or the intruder" Tessa set her ed in her throat "I never considered it before, but what if Ashton was the person who broke in? He was in the area, could have gotten a key from Michael--he’d been at the house plenty of times--and it would explain why he was still out here"

"What is Ashton’s relationship with you?" Hunter asked, super casual-like, but the undercurrent of edginess to his voice couldn’t be missed

And why not? The bastard had shot hi sister"

He looked skeptical "Ashton appeared to be close to your age Are you sure there’s not so h school together Michael met Ashton at a town fireworks display My brother is two years younger and always looked up to Ashton So no, Ashton has never shown any interest in me He’s been in all kinds of trouble ever since ere kids Senior high pranks, junior high pranks You naleader His dad was a police officer, then deputy sheriff until he was elected sheriff He always covered for Ashton and bla his son astray"

"Hht when he shot at me"

"Shot you," she corrected, her voice bitter "Even if the bullet only grazed you, he still shot you" That’s when she caught a glimpse of her ski cap… and the hole "What… what happened to s

Her heart raced lickety-split "He didn’t shoot at you twice, did he?"

"He missed me the one time, Tessa Don’t worry about it I’od, he could have killed you! You have to tell the sheriff"

The expression on Hunter’s face indicated it was no big deal, and he wasn’t ht, fine I’ll tell him" She jerked their dirty plates off the table "The sheriff won’t be able to use er"

"Let me handle this, Tessa" He leaned back in the chair, his expression serious "Not to change the subject, but I was looking for a phone book, to see if I recognized any nah I cauest room"

Tessa’s heart hitched How could she explain how she and her brother were incurably obsessed olves? She shrugged, then rinsed the plates

He took a deep breath, studying her, as if he was trying to catch her in a lie Of course, she only felt that way because she was trying to hide her reaction

"I saw the paintings Michael did, too Wonderful job So where were the pictures taken?"

"At wolf reserves or zoos Michael and I do a fair araph e need to" She stuck the dishes into the dishwasher

"Ah And the books on wolf behavior?"

She hesitated, and cleared her throat, hating the way her hands had grown cla-ups, too, so as the big deal? "Sos"

"Yes" She wanted to see Hunter’s expression, but she busied herself with scrubbing the cooking pan Did he believe her? She didn’t think she sounded believable And she didn’t think he sounded like he was convinced

"What about the old-photo with the guy and the wolanced back at him "What?"

He was so coolly nonco his own emotions Which didn’t ht my eye because it was sepia, and I wondered if it was an old-time photo of a wolf So it seemed out of place with the others Who’s the fale" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>