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Outlaw's Honor
Outlaw's Honor
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“Your symptoms. I’ve seen them before. Anxious, bored, unhappy, restless. Haven’t you realized you’re missin’ somethin’?”

He’d shaken his head. “I’m fine.”

Billie Dee had given him one of her don’t-try-to-con-me looks. “You’re going to need a special woman, the way I see it. Someone who challenges you. Someone who keeps you on your toes. Someone who puts the light back into those eyes of yours.” She’d looked remorseful. “Haven’t seen her yet, but if I do, I’ll send her your way.”

He’d told himself Billie Dee didn’t know what she was talking about. But sometimes he thought he couldn’t breathe until he was out here—away from everything. He’d look to the horizon and want to just keep riding off into the sunset as if the answer was just over that next mountain.

Fortunately, he was smart enough to know that the grass wasn’t always greener over that next mountain or even up the road. Until he’d seen Mariah at the Chokecherry Festival, he’d thought the last thing he needed for his malady was a woman.

Now all he could think about—even on horseback and away from it all—was Mariah. It was like she had put a curse on him.

When she’d shown up at the bar, looking for a job, he’d been amused. He’d actually wondered if it was a joke.

But when he’d realized she was serious, he saw it as a contest. He’d hired her out of curiosity, telling himself he was up for a game. What had he set himself up for? He could never trust her. Instead, he’d have to watch her like a hawk otherwise she might try to rob them blind.

He had a crazy thought. What if she turned out to be the perfect employee? He chuckled at that. He’d be surprised if she even made it a week. Maybe even less than that. Hell, she was probably upstairs in his apartment right now taking anything of value—and looking for her bracelet.

He was glad he’d moved it. Let her ask for it back. Let her apologize for trying to steal his wallet. Then, and only then would he hand the bracelet over.

At least that’s what he told himself as he rode up through the ponderosa pines. They shimmered in the afternoon sun, a silken green. The air had that smell of summer that he loved in the mountains. The peace and quiet should have lulled him, should have silenced his thoughts about anything but the beauty of the place.

He reined in at the top of the rise and breathed in the warm spring air, trying to find the contentment he’d always found here. Montana’s big sky was a clear blinding blue with only a few clouds huddling on the horizon. He smiled. It had been a beautiful eventful day. He felt...good.

The thought made him laugh. He knew why he felt like this. Mariah. She was enigmatic, exhilarating, enthralling...dangerous.

What had he been thinking hiring her? If Lillie found out the truth... He’d opened the door to this stranger, knowing what kind of woman she was.

No, he corrected himself. He didn’t know just how dangerous she could be—but he might find out the hard way. He knew he had to try to find out everything he could about her before it was too late. He couldn’t jeopardize the saloon because of some silly infatuation with an outlaw. Even one as beautiful as Mariah Ayers.

And yet as he started back toward the ranch, he couldn’t wait until tomorrow when he and Mariah would work together for the first time. His heart began to pound. He kicked his horse into a gallop. He liked flirting with danger. He only hoped it didn’t get him robbed—or worse—killed.

CHAPTER FOUR (#u28eb3891-9601-5919-b88d-41a19934752e)

THE NEXT DAY, Darby heard the rumble of Mariah’s motorcycle coming up the road. He glanced at his watch. She was early for her first shift.

He had to admit he was a little surprised she’d taken the ruse as far as she had. He’d thought that once she had her foot in the door—knew he lived upstairs over the bar—she would break in and take the bracelet. If she could find it.

Because of that, he’d taken it off his bedside table and hidden it in a place he thought she’d never think to look. He told himself she could have it back anytime. All he wanted was for her to ask for it—and to give him some kind of explanation. In truth, he knew that as long as he had the bracelet, Mariah Ayers wasn’t going anywhere and he liked that for now.

Last night, though, he’d lain in bed waiting for her. He’d opened the windows and left the back door unlocked, and then he’d lain awake, listening for the sound of her motorcycle in the distance until he’d fallen into a restless sleep and awakened with a start at the sound of the back door slamming.

His heart had taken off at a gallop, thinking it was Mariah. Instead, he realized it was morning and the sound he’d heard was Billie Dee coming in early to get her lunch menu planned.

Now, showered and ready, he stood behind the bar, waiting for Mariah to park her bike and come in the back door. He actually felt nervous. When he felt a draft from the back door being opened, he waited for the sound of Mariah’s voice. Instead, he heard Lillie’s.

What was she doing here? As if he had to ask. She’d come in because this was Mariah’s first day. He shook his head. What did she think? That he would hire someone just because she was a beautiful woman?

“I see you’re ready for work,” Lillie said as she slipped up on a stool. “Just heard Mariah pull in. Is that motorcycle her only means of transportation?”

“I wouldn’t know.” But he suspected it was.

“Going to make it hard to commute come winter—if she’s still here,” his sister said.

He didn’t take the bait. “We mostly need her for this summer and fall so it should be fine.”

She was eyeing him again as if trying to see into his brain—or was it his heart?

“What are you doing here?” he asked, sounding more irritated than he meant to.

“Can’t a loving sister stop by the business she owns with her loving brother?”

“You and I both know why you’re here,” he whispered as he heard Mariah come in the back door. He hurried off to introduce her to Billie Dee, but when he reached the kitchen, the two were already in deep conversation about cooking.

“This girl knows her hush puppies,” Billie Dee said with a laugh as she turned back to the stove.

“We were talking about those little round cornmeal dough balls they’d cook and toss to puppies,” Mariah said.

“I know what hush puppies are.” He sounded even more irritable.

“Sorry, you were frowning at me so I thought you were confused.” A smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Rough night?”

He wasn’t going there. “I just wanted to make sure you knew which locker was yours and check to see if you needed anything before your shift.”

Mariah looked toward the metal lockers in the corner. “I’m betting the empty one without a name on it is mine.”

He sighed.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel comfortable on my first day, really. But I have what I need.” She indicated her backpack, the same one she’d brought with her that first day. The same one he thought might hold a gun. “Well, almost everything,” she added and met his gaze.

“So have you ever had Texas gumbo?” Billie Dee was asking Mariah.

“With okra and tomatoes and big, fat shrimp in a rich brown file broth?”

The cook laughed. “You have been to Texas.”

“I’ve been a lot of places.”

Darby, seeing that Mariah was making herself at home, said to no one in particular, “I’ll be in the bar.”

* * *

“I DIDN’T ASK YOU what I should wear for work,” Mariah said as she entered the bar a few minutes later. The cowboy looked as if he hadn’t slept much last night. That should have made her feel better than it did. After all, she wasn’t innocent in all this, was she?

“I went by what all of you were wearing yesterday. Is this okay?” Holding out her arms, she turned in a circle, knowing she looked good in the Stagecoach Saloon T-shirt and slim blue jeans that hugged her curves. From the look in Darby’s eyes, he thought so too.

She’d pulled her wild mane of dark hair up and wrapped it with the colorful scarf she’d been wearing at the Chokecherry Festival. She couldn’t miss that split second of recognition she saw on Darby’s face. Like yesterday, she wore the pendant with the circle of black onyx in the center of the gold at her throat. It was something else that she never took off.

Her hand went to her bare wrist and she quickly pulled it back, the missing bracelet an ache. When she saw the cowboy looking at the pendant, she lifted it from her skin to turn it in her fingers. “You like it?”

“It’s pretty. Onyx, right?”

She nodded, still running her fingertips over the stone. “My grandmother gave it to me. For luck. And,” she said with a laugh, “to ward off the evil eye.”

“The evil eye?” he repeated.

“I come from a very superstitious family. If you wrong someone they can put the evil eye on you. Once the curse is on you, well, it’s almost impossible to get it removed. Often you take it to your grave. At least according to my grandmother. Just better to always wear the evil eye pendant to counteract evil.”

“Almost impossible?” he said, looking as if he wasn’t sure he believed any of what she was saying.

She laughed. “Do you have a curse you need removed?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m afraid I can’t help you. I should get to work,” she said as a pickup pulled up out front.

“You can put your name on your locker,” Darby said as if uncomfortable with the topic of curses. “You might want to get a lock for it if you’re worried about someone taking your things.”

She laughed. “Strange, but few people steal from a Romani. The consequences, you know...” She touched the pendant again. Her laugh echoed through the bar as she went to unlock the saloon’s front door for their first customers.

* * *

FLINT STOPPED BY the clothing store—the only place in town that sold the type of tennis shoes that had left the tracks outside the latest crime scene. What made the tread unique other than the pattern on the bottom was that both pairs worn by the culprits appeared to come from brand-new shoes that showed no wear at all.

It didn’t take him long to find the ones he was looking for. He was surprised by both the type of tennis shoe—and the price. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.

“Do boys buy these?” he asked the owner of the store.

“They’re women’s sneakers,” she told him.

“Have you sold many of them?”

“They’re really popular with teens.”

“I need to know who in town has purchased them. Is that possible?”

The owner shook her head. “I wasn’t here. Maybe the clerk might remember who bought them.”

He was still processing the fact that his thieves were more than likely girls. “Is the clerk around?” he asked.

The owner hesitated before she said, “In the back helping with the shipment we got this morning. I suppose you could talk to her. If it doesn’t take too long. I have customers coming in. They’ve been waiting for some of the new dresses.”

“I’ll be brief,” he promised as he grabbed one of the tennis shoes and stepped back into the employees-only area. It was dusty and a little dark back there, the area crammed with loaded shelves. He found a young woman tearing into a stack of boxes by the open back door.

“Sheriff?” Finn Marsh said in surprise as she looked up.

He hadn’t realized she was back in town since, not only had he gone to school with her, she’d also dated his brother Hawk. “Finn, I didn’t know you were working here.”

“Again,” she said ruefully. “Just like in high school.”

He knew she’d gone away to college and gotten a job. He couldn’t remember doing what. Strange that she was back, he thought. “I know you’re busy. I just need to ask you if you remember selling three local girls these shoes?”

Finn smiled and nodded. “Funny you should ask. They bought them at the same time. The reason I remember is that Tori and Wendy used their mother’s credit cards and the other girl paid with what looked like her piggy bank money—mostly small bills and coins. It was painful to watch.”

“Is that unusual for a kid to pay with money they’ve saved?”

“No, but it was strange. I got the feeling that Tori and Wendy were forcing her to buy the shoes.” Finn shook her head. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was thinking they might be bullying her since the girl wasn’t one of them, you know what I mean?”

“Who was the girl?”

“Laralee Fraser.”

He knew the Fraser family. The father was a truck driver on the road a lot. The mother took in laundry. The family barely scraped by. So what was Laralee doing buying expensive tennis shoes with Tori and Wendy? He didn’t like the sound of this at all given that the shoe prints had turned up at three of the four break-ins. This sounded like the three were in some kind of cahoots. Or that the two were setting Laralee up to take the fall for the break-ins.

He thanked Finn and walked back up front to replace the tennis shoe he’d borrowed.

“I don’t think they have those in your size,” said a familiar female voice behind him. He turned to find his ex-wife, Celeste, smiling up at him.

One of the things that had attracted him to her in the first place was that she was adorable, from her button nose and her big green eyes to her bow-shaped mouth and her blond bob. Celeste had been a cheerleader, one of the popular girls in school, the girl most likely to marry well.

Her only misstep had been marrying him. But she’d rectified that by having an affair with Wayne Duma, one of the movers and shakers in town. The now Mrs. Wayne Duma was the last person he wanted to see.

“Celeste.”

“It’s good to see you, Flint. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

This was definitely not what he wanted to hear.

“I didn’t like the way we left it, the last time we saw each other,” she said, actually sounding nervous. But that, like so much of her, could be an act.

Keeping his voice down, he said, “The last time we saw each other, I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with you.”

“I know you were angry—”

“Celeste, why can’t you leave me alone?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You really don’t know?”

“I know you can’t stand the thought that I might move on, might find some happiness with someone other than you.”

“You can’t think you’ll find happiness with Maggie” She scoffed at the idea.

What had it been about Maggie that had made Celeste come after him again? He’d dated other women and Celeste hadn’t seemed to care one way or another. But Maggie had set her off. Was it because she saw that he had true feelings for the woman?

“I’m not discussing this with you. I can be with anyone I want.”

“But Maggie? She’s so wrong for you.”

He glanced toward the owner of the store, knowing she was probably listening to all of this. He lowered his voice. “It’s none of your business, but I’m not seeing Maggie anymore.”