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the door. “I’ve never been out of Montana.”
    â€œBe careful. Don’t cut yourself,” he warned.
    â€œDon’t worry about me.”
    â€œEasier said than done,” he muttered, then asked, “Wouldn’t you like to travel?”
    â€œI don’t think I’d find anything as beautiful as I’ve got here.”
    â€œI’m not saying Thunder Canyon isn’t spectacular. But it’s exciting to see other places.”
    â€œI guess I’ll have to take your word on that,” she said measuring the empty space where the window used to be.
    She didn’t cut herself on the glass, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t dinged. For those few moments when he’d held her in his arms she’d been able to forget that he didn’t hang his hat in Thunder Canyon. But now his words brought her down to earth. It was a reminder that he might have family in town, but this wasn’t where he made his home.
    However generous he might be with his time right now,he’d be leaving and she shouldn’t get used to having him around permanently.
    But those few moments in his arms had been nicer than she would ever have imagined, much sweeter than she wanted them to be.
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    â€œLook, you don’t have to stay here with me, Marlon, It’s nearly midnight.”
    And Marlon had been alone with Haley since it got dark. He knew he was going to have to tell her pretty soon why he was volunteering at ROOTS, but now wasn’t the time. Another night had passed, another break-in had occurred and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. She had a lot on her mind and he was more than happy to use the excuse that it was wrong to add to her burdens. Mostly he was dreading the look of betrayal in her eyes when she found out. Call him a coward, but it could be put off just a little longer.
    â€œNo way I’m leaving,” he said.
    â€œSeriously, go home and get some sleep.”
    â€œRight,” he said wryly. “Like I could sleep while you wait here alone for a serial killer.”
    â€œHe hasn’t killed anyone yet,” she pointed out.
    â€œThat we know of,” he reminded her.
    Marlon was having serious doubts about his decision to stay and it had nothing to do with danger and everything to do with the scent of Haley’s skin. They were sitting on the floor at ROOTS, resting against the back of the ratty old sofa, out of sight from the front window and facing the doorway to the rear entrance.
    It was dark, not pitch black, but enough that he couldn’t see her features clearly. But he could smell the sweet, floral fragrance of her and there was a knot of need twisting in his gut. He was having a hell of a time not kissing her. Andsince all his senses besides sight were heightened, he could practically hear the soft, moany, girlish noise she’d made the first, last and only time he’d kissed her.
    That was six years ago and the memory picked now to torture him.
    â€œDid you hear me, Marlon?”
    It was like she could read his mind. “What?”
    â€œI said, you really should go. If the guy comes back I’ll just call 9-1-1. I’ve got my phone.”
    If only he could. Life would be less complicated. But his mother would give him hell and his father would have his hide. He might bend the speed limit rules, but he wasn’t a slug who would leave a defenseless woman to face an intruder.
    â€œI’m not going to argue with you, Haley. Two nights in a row someone got in—”
    â€œThat’s because the hardware store didn’t have the size glass I need. We knew the patch was iffy.” She shifted on the hard floor and bumped him. “And the someone is a he.”
    â€œHow can you be so sure?”
    â€œThe toilet seat was left up,” she said confidently.
    â€œSo speaks the crime scene investigator. All the more reason I should stay and back you up.”
    Against the wall with