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changed for him, because he’d been pretty polite there. He had a wedding ring on. Maybe it was that. Maybe it was just life. She didn’t know. He’d been four years older than her, but even she had heard about what a jerk he’d been in school.
    Of course, Madison was a small town. Word traveled pretty fast.
    And he hadn’t recognized her …
    Or what if he had?
    Now, even though it had been nearly an hour since he’d let her out of the cab of the truck, she was panicking. What if he had recognized her and that was why he’d let her out—
    A cop car drove by and it took all of her nerve to keep from bolting down the street.
    Instead, she calmly turned and walked in the door that had just opened.
    It was loud and packed and rowdy and she could smell food.
    If anybody was looking for her, she could lose herself in here and she’d eat, figure out her next move.
    Keenly aware of the cop car still cruising on down Main Street, she made her way over to the bar and wedged herself onto the seat at the end, keeping the front door in her line of sight. She’d already noticed where the other exits were, where the bathroom was, and if memory served right—she’d check her GPS to be sure—she knew which route would be the best to take if she had to try and evade the cops.
    It was sad that she had to think about this shit.
    It was sad that she had to think about running.
    It was sad that she’d spent the past twenty years of her life in hiding—
    “What can I get you?”
    Now that … that wasn’t sad.
    That voice was practically a wet dream, in and of itself. The man’s low, lazy drawl stroked over her skin like rough velvet and she dragged her eyes up to meet a pair of dark, dark brown eyes.
    Well, I can think of one thing.…
    The punch of lust was visceral, unexpected. Heat rushed through her, centered low in her belly, as she sat there, wondering just how long it had been since she’d responded to a guy.
    A while. A very long while.
    A faint smile tugged the corners of his mouth. Such a nice mouth. She knew without a doubt he knew how to use that mouth. As the faint smile warmed just a little, she squeezed her thighs together and returned the smile, tried not to stare. If she stared, people might stare back, and that would get her noticed.
    But oh, oh my … how she wanted to stare. Brown hair spilled into his eyes, silky and thick, the kind of hair a woman could fist her hands in as she pressed her mouth to his, or maybe as he kissed his way down her torso, lower. Her peripheral vision served her a little too well and she saw the black T-shirt, stretching across a solid pair of shoulders, perfectly sculpted. Just like the biceps visible under the short sleeves. And … wow. Tatts. He had tattoos going up and down both arms.
    She’d like to study them. Instead, she forced herself to glance past him to the bar, keeping her tone distracted. If she kept staring at him, like she wanted to, she’d be breaking one of her cardinal rules … attracting attention. And here, in Madison, of all places.
    “I’ll take a beer, whatever you have on tap.” She’d drink it and hate it, but she knew she’d stand out if she didn’t have something, since she’d wedged into one of the few spots at a crowded bar, and a cocktail would cost more.
    He nodded and turned away, and she took advantage of the moment to study him from under her lashes. Probably a stupid move, because he made her mouth go dry. The face, the hands, the way he moved. She felt a hot little tug down in areas she’d been ignoring for way too long. As he put the beer in front of her, he leaned his elbows against the bar. “Looking for anything to eat tonight?”
    Would it be really, really inappropriate to ask if he was on the menu?
    Yes. Probably. So instead, she smiled again. “Hungry enough to eat a horse.”
    “We don’t serve that here.… You’ll have to settle for a burger or wings.” He grinned and she felt a rush of warmth straight to her