Tough-as-nails Sheriff Fitz Hall has learned the hard way that transplanted city girls are not to be trusted, so he plans to steer clear of the new arrival in town. Rhiannon Jakobowski has lived a staid, regimented life. Inheriting a bookstore in Shirley, Wyoming, is her first chance at independence, and she's determined to make the most of it. Within days of arriving, however, she wakes up to find the handsome sheriff in her bed. Pretty soon she's talking to ghosts. Is she losing her mind? Or is she just crazy for the cowboy?
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"You said that last night was your first time." He spoke slowly and quietly, but she didn't miss the slight hesitation as he said the words. He was uncomfortable too, which for some reason made her feel better. "Can I take that to mean that you're clean, disease-wise?"
"Yeah." That one was easy, if just a tiny bit insulting. "I give blood regularly, so I've even been tested in the last three months."
"Good." His broad shoulders relaxed a fraction of an inch. "I'm clean, too. Department policy requires a check-up every six months, and there hasn't been anybody since the last one." He paused for a second. "And I give blood, too. As often as I'm allowed."
Of course he did. He was Mr. Responsible, after all. She'd never doubted for a moment that he was disease-free. Not from the first conversation they'd had this morning, anyway.
Ree knew this conversation was necessary, knew it was part of the modern-day sexual etiquette that she'd never had reason to practice. But she was still too embarrassed to meet his eye. "Thanks," she mumbled instead.
"But there's something else we need to get out in the open." The tiny crack in his voice over the word 'else' was the only sign she had that he was at all rattled. And he'd probably blame that on his cold, if pressed.
"Last night, neither of us was exactly thinking clearly..."