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away.
    â€œHe wants to stay and I want to leave,” the model announced, her every word laced with resentment. “Here are the keys to the Jeep. Do I have to spell it out for you, you lucky boy?”
    Rick’s eyes widened.
    â€œC’mon.”
    He followed Nikki down the street like a puppy dog.
    Kirsten watched them go.
    She would even have laughed if she hadn’t turned around and smacked into the hard, un-yielding chest of her boss.

Five
    â€œL ooking for your ship, Miss Meadows?” Seth inquired, his tone sarcastic.
    Cool and collected, she didn’t let him ruffle her feathers. “I was in town and thought to check on a few details for tomorrow, Mr. Morgan.”
    She refused to take his bait. Clasping the manila envelope and her handbag, she made to walk around him on the sidewalk. “So, if you’ll excuse me—”
    â€œTomorrow is a fait accompli. Take the night off.” His words were like a military order.
    â€œI think everything should go very well tomorrow, but I still have a few personal errands to run—”
    â€œPersonal errands. What kind of personal errands do you have to run at this time of night?”
    She stared at him, exasperated. “I can certainly see why you’ve done so well for yourself, Mr. Morgan, but bullying me will get you nothing but…”
    She paused for the right words, but there were none. There wasn’t anything she could threaten him with. Quitting would only hurt her at this point in her life.
    â€œBut what, Miss Meadows?” he taunted.
    â€œMy—my—my displeasure,” she retorted.
    Even she had to laugh. She sounded like some nineteenth-century schoolmarm.
    Grinning, he stared down at her while a couple of drunken young men rolled out of the Roundup Bar and came their way.
    Not in the mood to tangle with tourists, she said, “Unless you have a task you need done, if you’ll excuse me, this is my only time to take care of what I have to do in town. I’ve got to go.”
    â€œHow are you getting home?”
    â€œI don’t know, sir.”
    He laughed out loud. The wolfish grin enticedher and the spark returned to his wicked eyes. “You still can’t walk around town alone all night. I’ll go with you—for protection only.”
    The drunken men passed by, one accidentally staggering into her. The manila file flew out of her hand and the young men walked on, oblivious.
    â€œYou need protection, Miss Meadows,” he confirmed as he bent and helped her gather the papers.
    â€œFine. Come along if you have nothing better to do than cause my displeasure,” she told him, flustered as she tried to retrieve all her papers.
    â€œBelieve me. Your pleasure is the only thing on my mind, Miss Meadows.”
    She eyed him, glad they were underneath the dim street lamp and not in naked sunlight where she might read all the lust she suspected was in that last statement.
    Giving up on conversation, she walked across Main Street, where the saloons were located, to Aspen Street, where most of the businesses had their offices.
    The blocks were dark and desolate compared to the rowdiness of Main Street in the height of the tourist season, but she didn’t mind. There was virtually no crime in Mystery. It really was pointless for Seth to come with her. She wondered why she hadn’t insisted he go his own way and she go hers, but then she forced herself not to study the motivations too closely, because she didn’t really want the answers.
    She stopped in front of a plate-glass-fronted office named Mountain Mortgage.
    Placing her entire file in the night box, she made a display of dusting her hands of it, then said, “Okay. Mission complete. My bodyguard can breathe easy once again.”
    â€œAre you buying a house?”
    â€œMaybe,” was all she offered.
    â€œWhy do you need a house when you live at the ranch?”
    â€œBecause this is a free