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story. “I imagine we’ll be speaking again soon.”
    “Looking forward to it.” He touched the brim of his hat and strolled across the street toward a big luxury SUV.
    She muttered a strong, unflattering oath, and spun toward the sheriff’s office.
    * * *
    “F OR G OD ’ S SAKE , R OY , THE guy’s got over forty years on you. How the hell could you let him get away?” Noah yanked off his hat and pushed a hand through his hair in frustration. “Go make sure his truck is still there. Block it off if you have to.”
    “Cripes, boss, you know that old son of a gun is as wily as a fox staking out a henhouse. The darn varsity kids were out making a nuisance and, well, it could’ve happened to any of us.”
    “Just go. Avery shouldn’t be driving.”
    His face flushed, the deputy swung open the door just as a woman was about to enter the office. She was tall, taller than Roy, who muttered an apology for nearly running her over.
    She seemed unfazed as she slipped past him and met Noah’s eyes. “Are you the sheriff?”
    Damn it all to hell. Not another one. Those women from the Sundance didn’t quit. This made three in two days, barging in, pretending she needed help with one thing or another. He’d begged Rachel to pull the silly reviews and pictures of him off her website, but she claimed they were good for business. He was gonna have to start working on his computer skills so he could hack in and do it himself.
    “I’m Sheriff Calder.” He settled his Stetson back on his head and discreetly got a look at her high heels. She had to reach six feet in those damn things. “What can I do for you?”
    “I need to report a theft. It just happened. If you hurry you can probably still—”
    He held up a hand. “Slow down.”
    Her brown eyes flared with temper, then narrowed. She pointed at the door, and not in a flirty way. Maybe she wasn’t faking. “While you’re taking your sweet time, someone is getting away with my things.”
    “Which would be?” he drawled, aware of his condescending tone, but she’d pissed him off. Taking his sweet time. Shit. And if this really was another theft…great. Just what he needed. The whole county was going to hell. “You’ll have to describe what was stolen.”
    “Everything.” She took a quick breath. “My luggage, laptop, purse…oh, God, my iPhone and wallet. Everything.” She briefly closed her eyes, her long dark lashes sweeping the tops of her pale cheeks.
    Noah took in her tailored, navy blue slacks, the expensive-looking blazer over a cream-colored blouse buttoned clear up to her throat. “You staying at the Sundance?”
    “The what?” She gave her head a small shake. “The Sundance…yes, but I haven’t checked in yet. I only just arrived in town.”
    She wasn’t the typical Sundance guest. In fact, she didn’t seem the type interested in staying at a dude ranch. More the high-powered, corner-office type used to getting what she wanted. The kind of domineering woman he’d quickly tired of in Chicago.
    Her tongue darted out to moisten her pale pink lips, and she looked helplessly toward the door. By the time she turned to him again, she was back in control and glaring. “Why are you just standing there?”
    “Look, I know you’re upset, but I need more information. Why don’t you have a seat?” He pulled out the worn black vinyl chair, and she eyed it as though it might bite her in the ass. “Have a cup of coffee while I take down some—”
    “Listen, Sheriff, I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job, but—”
    “Glad we understand each other.” He sat in his own chair, behind his desk, and wasn’t surprised when he met her eyes and found they were shooting daggers. “Where did the theft occur?”
    She had a wide, generous mouth, which pulled thin with annoyance. “Near the bar,” she said tightly.
    “Were you inside?”
    “No, I haven’t been drinking,” she said, her hoity-toity tone indicating she wouldn’t step foot in a