Morrow Creek Marshal. Lisa Plumley
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Marielle gazed directly and teasingly into his eyes, reminding him of nothing so much as a woman who wanted kissing.
“Perhaps I’m wrong about you,” she said. “Perhaps—”
“You are wrong about me.”
Dylan wanted to say more. He wanted to say that he was a drifter by necessity, not by choice. He wanted to say that he already wanted to stay in Morrow Creek and she was the reason. He wanted to say that he would have given anything to believe things could be good and lasting between them. But that was unthinkable. That would only ensure, as it always did, that everything unraveled in the end. So instead he let his need for her say everything. He let his need for her—so long denied—move his hands to her face, cradle her jaw and pull her nearer.
“You’re wrong about everything about me,” Dylan said.
She was wrong—because he’d made damn sure she would be.
He’d made sure everyone would be. For so long now.
Marielle hauled in a breath—probably to argue. But by then his mouth was already meeting hers.
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Morrow Creek Marshal
Lisa Plumley
USA TODAY bestselling author LISA PLUMLEY has delighted readers worldwide with more than three dozen popular novels. Her work has been translated into multiple languages and editions, and includes Western historical romances, contemporary romances, paranormal romances, and a variety of stories in romance anthologies. She loves to hear from readers! Visit Lisa on the web, ‘friend’ her on Facebook, or follow her on Twitter @LisaPlumley.
To John, with all my love.
Contents
April 1885, Morrow Creek,
Northern Arizona Territory
At Jack Murphy’s popular saloon, cowboys bellied up to the bar alongside newspaper editors, mercantile owners and railway workers. Miners and lumbermen tested their luck at the gambling tables, hoping to best gullible greenhorns or visiting card sharps—or simply to suss out which men fell into which of those two categories. Music plunked out at two cents per song—but only if those bits were tipped directly into the musician’s overturned bowler, which he customarily placed atop his upright corner piano. Overlying it all came the tang of whiskey, the rich haze of cigarillo smoke and the earnest hum of business being conducted, gossip being told and men being men.
Among those men, Marielle Miller felt both comfortable and celebrated. For the past twelve of her thirty years, she’d been spending her nights in places just like Murphy’s saloon, kicking up her skirts for profit and honing her skills at dancing—and managing the men who watched her dance. Being both applauded and respected by those men was a tricky business. It was one Marielle had mastered, too. Unique among her fellow dance hall girls, Marielle excelled at making sure no one man stepped his spurred boots or battered brogans out of line—or got wrongheaded ideas about the smiles she tossed out while performing, either.
Her smiles were for show, meant to charm and entice. As near as Marielle could tell, they rightly did both