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go now and that will be the end of it.
    Trouble was, he didn’t want to let go.
    Just then, Scarlett pulled away from him, sniffling and smiling up at him shyly. “Sorry. I got your shirt all wet.”
    “Oh, well.” He shrugged a shoulder as he looked down at his white tee. “I ‘spect it’s no worse for the wear.”
    “Are there people looking at me?”
    Colton glanced around to see that they had indeed attracted a little crowd of people that had clearly stopped to see the show. For some reason, though, he couldn’t bear to tell her. “Everyone’s tired, darlin’. They’re goin’ home.”
    “Okay,” she said, exhaling shakily. “That’s good then.”
    “Yep.”
    “Well… it was, uh… nice meeting you. I think.”
    “Yeah,” Colton laughed. “I think so, too. Stay safe.”
    “Thanks.”
    He backed away and watched as Scarlett got into her car. He stood in the same place as she started her car, giving him a little wave before she drove away. He lingered for a moment longer, looking at the spot her car had occupied and wondering why he wasn’t off to the nearest bar having a celebratory Scotch.
    “Who was that?”
    He started when he realized his brother was at his elbow. “Hell, where’d you come from, Jas?”
    “I was staying scarce until the lady left. I didn’t want to embarrass her by lettin’ her know I saw her get her tail tanned. I’m a gentleman that way.”
    “Oh, yeah,” he snorted. “You’re a regular Casanova.”
    “We’re not talking about me. What’s her name?”
    “Scarlett.”
    “She’s a cute little thing.”
    “Yeah, I reckon. If you go for that type.”
    “What kind of type is that?” Jason asked.
    “You know,” he shrugged. Sweet, angelic, he answered silently. “She’s young. Naïve.”
    “Huh. Wasn’t the word I would have used. How’s the shoulder, bro?”
    He winced, mention of his injury bringing the pain to the forefront of his mind. “Remind me not to get clobbered by a horse again anytime soon.”
    “Can do. I don’t reckon handin’ out whippins’ helps any.”
    “Yeah, well.” The sting in his palm was one that he could definitely live with. “It was worth it.”
    “Give it up, bro! She’s too young for you!”
    “Yeah, yeah. I’m too old for the rodeo, too old for her now, too, huh? Is this your not-so-subtle way of tryin’ to tell me something, Jas?”
    “Nah, you know I don’t do subtle very well.” He slapped Colton on the back, grinning when his brother grimaced. “So, whatcha think, drink or doctor first?”
    “Drink,” Colton answered without hesitation. “I need a good, stiff one, I think.”

Chapter Two
     
     
    “Go away!” Colton groaned as loud banging on his door woke him up. He turned over and tried to bury his head under his pillow, but whoever was on the other end of the door was quite persistent. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he hauled himself to his feet. “I’m comin’!” he hollered begrudgingly. It was a damn shame—he’d been in a coma-like sleep that practically had him drooling on his pillow. He hadn’t slept that good since God knew when and he was sorry to leave it. Especially since his shoulder didn’t hurt near as bad when he was knocked unconscious.
    “What?” he demanded as he threw open the door. To his surprise, he saw little Scarlett from the night before on his stairs, her arms laden with paper bags.
    “Hello,” she replied, looking a tad bit frightened by his less than friendly demeanor.
    Which, of course, immediately made him feel like a jerk. “Here, let me help you with those.” He relieved her of both paper bags and opened the door wider in invitation. “What are you doing here?”
    “I, uh, just thought I’d bring you a few things. I mean, I felt so awful about what happened to you, and seeing as how it’s my fault and all… well, I thought the least I could do was stop by and bring some things to cheer you up.”
    “That’s mighty thoughtful of you,”