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Remy here is a sheriff. But my brother’s far from a gentleman—”
    “I’m turning over a new leaf,” Mac said, frowning. He turned to Trudy. “For the first time in a long time, something—no, make that someone —is inspiring me.” He flashed a grin. “I promise I’ll behave.”
    Trudy turned to the man standing silently at Doe’s side. “You’re really a sheriff?”
    “Yep,” Remy said, pulling aside his blazer to flash a badge attached to his belt. “Up in Deloro County. And Doe’s not telling the full story. He treats women right, even”—he notched his chin at a grinning Doe—“his pain-in-the-rear little sister here, although she puts him through the wringer. He’s trustworthy.”
    “Yeah, Remy’s right,” Doe fake-sighed, then smiled and nudged her with an elbow. “Besides, you look nice. You’d probably be good for my brother. Plus, if you turn him down, he’ll moon and mope for the next month or two or five, and I’m the one who’s going to have to hear about it. Please, save me the headache.”
    Trudy couldn’t help herself—she laughed.
    Maybe the night wouldn’t end up a complete waste, after all. Mac, apparently, did want to get to know her. And he did interest her, too. She’d have to find a new way to reach Gregor, but this guy might be a nice distraction from her problems for one night. After all, he made her toes curl.
    And in a really, really good way.
    “All right,” she said. She’d wait for Milla to get back from the ladies’ room and let her know she was going out with Mac for a drink. They’d driven separately, so Milla wouldn’t be relying on Trudy for a ride. And given that Mac had an actual sheriff vouching for him, Milla wouldn’t need to interrogate the man—or get out her smart phone and Google his bona fides right then and there as she’d done before (embarrassing, sure, but the act had saved Trudy from dating a guy whose Facebook posts consisted entirely of cute kitten memes). Besides, Milla would probably fist bump Trudy, then check to make sure Trudy still had those condoms.
    “A drink, then?” Mac asked, a hopeful look on his face.
    She smiled. “One. Just one.”
    “You won’t regret it.” Mac’s mouth stretched into a smile, then he slipped her hand through the crook of his arm. Heat emanated from his body as he tucked her in close.
    This time, the butterflies playing soccer in her stomach weren’t from nerves…they were from excitement.

    * * *
    A n hour later , Mac wanted Trudy even more. Before the two of them had headed over to the bar, she’d seen her sister off and he’d made sure Remy was taking Doe and Aaron back to Meadowview, leaving him and Trudy free to see where the night would lead them. They’d spent the last hour in the quiet hotel bar across the street from the art gallery doing something Mac rarely did with a woman on a first date—they were getting to know each other, and very well, too. They’d sipped dirty martinis (two for him, one for Trudy), as they’d agreed and debated on opinions of art, politics, and religion.
    Amazing. The woman underneath the flaming red mane of hair and behind the snapping green eyes captivated him completely. Trudy showed an iron strength wrapped in a cloak of vulnerability that intrigued him to no end.
    Like the woman he saw as his Warrior Woman.
    And she was freaking hot.
    But could part of this attraction be connected to how well she portrayed the images he wanted to capture in his art? Trudy’s strength and innocence certainly conveyed every trait of his warrior woman. She’d said she modeled—but would she want to model for him? A model like her had to be in big demand.
    He had a stack of portfolios on his desk at home, sent over from various modeling agencies. He hadn’t yet gone through them all, but he’d throw them out in an instant if Trudy was interested. But he still felt torn between his desire to photograph her and his craving to sleep with her.
    He glanced at her.