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woman who was charging out the door and striding down the drive.
    Food. She’d promised to feed him. Andrea brushed back a lock of wet hair and remembered that she’d left her rain slicker on the porch. “All right, cowboy, come with me.”
    “Thanks. The rain seems to be stopping,” Sam said as he caught up with her. “But this drive’s a swamp. Don’t you folks believe in asphalt out here in the country?”
    Asphalt. Oh, dear. Sam’s appearance was going to be a big surprise to Ed Pinyon. He had his eye on buying Mamie’s property to use as storage space for his paving equipment. He’d even mentioned building new sand and gravel pits—if he could get the land for the price of the back taxes.
    “Certainly. We have a fine paving and equipment company.” Andrea said, mentally defending a friend. Ed Pinyon was Arcadia’s only yuppie, Meredith County’s future representative to the state government, and Ed Pinyon was the man her father expected her to marry.
    They reached the patrol car at the foot of the drive. Andrea opened the door and started to get in, using the door as a barrier between them. “But there are some of us who like our town old-fashioned and unsophisticated.”
    The clouds seemed to part, and a sliver of moonlight cut a wedge across the road where they stood.
    Sam rested his arms loosely across the upper edge of the car window and leaned across. “And muddy. What’s for dinner, Stormy lady?”
    “Stormy?” She made the mistake of gazing directly into his eyes and found herself snared bytheir intensity. She caught her breath and hoped he hadn’t heard her gasp. Then he touched her face. He drew a callused finger across her lips, and they parted involuntarily. Andrea realized suddenly that he was going to kiss her.
    “Don’t,” she protested in a throaty whisper.
    “Too late,” he said, feathering light kisses across her cheek and back to her lips.
    “No!” She pulled away. “You’re an outsider, and I won’t let you come in here and …”
    “And kiss you?” he finished almost inaudibly. “I know. You’re not the type to run wild with someone like me, but it’d sure be fun to teach you how.”
    Andrea sat down in the patrol car and slammed the door shut. She backed down the drive and drove away. In her rearview mirror she could still see the silhouette of a man, a cowboy with a heart tattoo across his arm, a wicked smile, and eyes that seemed to see right though a person.
    Then she realized what she’d done. She’d promised Sam Farley food, and it was still in the car. She applied the brakes and reversed her direction. He was still standing in the drive, his face drawn into a frown. She opened the window and handed him the thermos and the plate of cookies.
    He didn’t speak, and neither did she.
    When Andrea drove away this time, she pulled off her cap, lowered all the windows, and felt the hot night air whip her hair wildly behind her like the sail of a phantom ship. The storm was over, leaving her restless and confused. She presseddown on the accelerator. Tonight she had a need to fly like the wind.
    “You shouldn’t have gone over there by yourself, Andy,” her father grumbled as he crawled into the back of the patrol car and positioned his cast across the seat.
    “Buck,” Andrea replied, more sharply than she’d intended, “I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have done. A call came in, and I investigated it. It’s that simple.”
    “Yes,” Buck agreed reluctantly. “But suppose you’d found a burglar instead of some man who claims to be Mamie Hines’s grandson? A fact, I’ll remind you, that we’re still not certain of. I remember about five years ago, a convict broke out in Hancock County and robbed a woman—”
    “Buck, please. It isn’t even eight A.M . Let it rest. Sam Farley might be a little wild-looking, but I think he’s okay. By the way, I gave him the homemade cookies that Louise Roberts
made especially for you
.”
    “That woman, she