Lock, Stock and McCullen. Rita Herron
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For a moment, her breath caught.
She found Maddox in her kitchen, scrambling eggs on the stove with a mug of coffee in his hand. The big, tough-looking cowboy seemed at ease in the kitchen, but his jaw was still set in that firm line, and when he looked up at her, a dark wariness had settled in his eyes.
He poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her, their fingers brushing. A tingle rippled through her at the heat, but he yanked his hand back quickly, then scooped the eggs onto a plate.
“We need to talk.”
Rose’s instincts surged to life, and she sank into the kitchen chair. She sipped her coffee. “You found something?”
He shook his head then joined her at the table, his big hands wrapped around the mug. “That’s just it, Rose. I ran a background check on Thad Thoreau and didn’t find anything.”
She frowned. “Nothing incriminating?”
“I mean nothing,” he said, emphasizing the last word. “As in the Thad Thoreau you knew doesn’t exist.”
Lock, Stock
and McCullen
Rita Herron
RITA HERRON, a USA TODAY bestselling author, wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website, www.ritaherron.com.
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Contents
There were days and nights when he didn’t know if he could do it.
Kill Rose.
He remembered her smiling face as a child. That striking red hair. Her singsongy voice. The way she’d looked at him as if he hung the moon.
After she’d disappeared from his life, he’d dreamed about her. Had wanted to find her. Had asked his father over and over where she’d gone and if she was coming back.
His father had told him to forget her.
Then, years