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him and a wall. His smile widens as he reaches up and pulls off my cowboy hat.
    “This hat is very sexy. You really are gorgeous. Have I ever told you that?”
    “I am not sleeping with you.”
    He pretends to pout, but I know better. The man thinks he can totally put the moves on me. But I’m determined to stand firm. Even if it kills me.
    Which it might.
    He doesn’t put up a fight when I push him away and reach for my bag. Unzipping it, I search until I find something decent to wear. Without a word, I slip into the bathroom and splash water on my face before changing into a long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants. A quick glance in the mirror assures me that I am far, far from sexy. With a satisfied nod, I walk back into the room to find Summers propped up against the headboard, flipping through the channels.
    “Make yourself at home, why don’t ya?”
    “Thanks. I think I will.”
    I roll my eyes.
    “Need I remind you that I was just tossed out of a bar for you? Have some sympathy, York.”
    With a tired groan, I walk toward the bed. I notice he’s changed, too, into a gray sweatshirt with a big orange T on the chest.
    “You like staring at me, don’t you?”
    “Shut up.” I climb into bed and prop myself up against the pillows. I’m careful to stay on my side of the bed. “I was just wondering if you went to school there.”
    He looks down. “At the University of Tennessee? Yeah, for a semester. I wasn’t really college material.”
    “Imagine that.”
    Ethan continues flipping through the channels. “Leno or Letterman?”
    “Umm . . . how long has it been since you watched late-night television? Leno is now Jimmy Fallon.”
    “Okay . . .”
    “But I’d really prefer Nick at Nite.”
    He sighs and flips through the channels until The Fresh Prince appears on the screen.
    “Oh, you’re right. This is much better.”
    I grin and snuggle my head against the pillow. Ethan keeps his eyes on the TV, giving me the perfect opportunity to stare. I’d never really noticed his long eyelashes, but the dimples in his cheeks have been featured in my dreams more than once. He’s hot. Handsome, even. And sparks do tend to fly whenever we’re around each other, but he’s dangerous. So am I. Keeping our distance is definitely the right thing to do.
    Right ?
    Suddenly, a buzzing cell phone interrupts my mental tug-of-war. Ethan utters a curse before reaching toward the nightstand.
    “Someone important?”
    He looks down at the screen. “My mother. She never knows which time zone I’m in, so she sends me messages at all hours of the night. That’s the third text today. She’s thrilled I’m coming home. Can’t wait to see me. She promises to bake. Yada yada.
    I smile. “She sounds sweet.”
    “She is. I’m a gigantic disappointment, but she still loves me.”
    “You’re headed home?”
    “Yeah, Coop needs a vacation.”
    “Abby said the same thing.”
    With a nod, Ethan turns his head toward me. “What will you do?”
    “I’m going home, too. Time to see Dad, I guess.”
    We’ve never really talked about our families. I know we’re both from the South, but we’ve never discussed the details.
    “Where’s home?”
    I wrinkle my nose. “Strawberry Flatts, Kentucky. Population fifteen.”
    “Fifteen?” He laughs loudly. “Little town, huh?”
    I grin. Honestly, there are probably a little more than two hundred people living in my small hometown. Strawberry Flatts is an old coal-mining town deep in the hills of Kentucky. It’s a good place to hide, as long as you don’t go into town. It’s definitely the kind of place where everybody knows your name.
    Especially when you’re the former sheriff’s daughter.
    Ethan laughs and laughs when I give him this piece of information.
    “My wanted poster showed up on his desk. It kind of forced him into early retirement. He knows what I do. He doesn’t approve, obviously, but my dad’s always been a little too understanding where I’m concerned. I try