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up,” Kara said. “And I can tell you’re determined to go, so don’t say I didn’t warn you when all hell breaks loose later.”
    “No one needs to find out.”
    Kara rolled her eyes. “This is a small town. Everyone will find out. Trust me .”

Chapter Three
    J et was waiting in Kara’s living room a few steps from the window when Shane pulled up in a burgundy Range Rover with lots of expensive, shiny chrome. The SUV looked new, and was nothing like the four-wheel drive trucks and SUVs most people drove in Marietta.
    Shane’s SUV shouted money, and Jet didn’t know why his choice of car bothered her. All six of his books had been runaway bestsellers. One of his books had been turned into an HBO series and another one was in post-production for a big feature film. If he had money, and was successful, why couldn’t he look it?
    But she didn’t like it, and the flashiness disappointed her. Her family was by no means poor. They were one of the largest dairy families in Central California and had weathered a lot of storms in the agricultural valley’s challenging and changing economy, but her family’s thrifty, practical values had apparently rubbed off on her whether she liked it or not.
    Shane, dressed in dark jeans and a navy, wool coat open over a thin, gray sweater, was heading up the walkway even as she opened the front door. He looked effortlessly stylish and very New York. She couldn’t help smiling. “You look very chic,” she said.
    “It’s the buttons on the coat, isn’t it?” he answered, holding one edge of the jacket out and inspecting it.
    Her smile widened. “I think it’s the hip length, and the stitching and buttons…all of it. But it’s a good look.”
    He walked her to the Range Rover, opened the passenger door for her. “Sorry I’m late. Had car troubles. Just returned from picking up this loaner.”
    “So this isn’t yours?” she asked.
    “No. I’m more of a black truck no chrome kind of guy. Although I do have a weakness for cars made in the 1950s, my favorite being the 1957 Corvette. That’s the next car I buy.”
    “What do you own now?”
    “A 1958 Chevy truck. Matte black. Lowered.” He flashed her a wry smile. “It does have a little chrome, but nothing like this rental.”
    She climbed into the Range Rover and he shut the door behind her before coming round the side to get behind the steering wheel. “What do you drive?” he asked.
    She pointed to the silver-gray car parked just in front of the truck. “It’s actually my sister’s car. She’s loaning it to me while I’m here. It’s a Trax.”
    “A what?”
    She laughed. “I know. I said the same thing when she handed me the keys. It’s a new compact SUV. Handles the roads great and gets even better mileage.”
    “If you have your sister’s car, what is she driving?”
    “Brock’s big SUV, and he’s driving his old truck again.” Jet made a face as she smoothed her wine colored sweater dress over her thighs. She had tights on under, and knee high boots, but she suddenly felt a little naked. Shane was just so polished and sophisticated that she couldn’t help feeling gauche, and so she kept talking, trying to cover her nerves. “I feel bad about that, but Harley says Brock never leaves the ranch, so it works out just fine.”
    “Why doesn’t he leave the ranch?”
    “He has his family there, and his ranch hands, and that’s enough for him, I think.”
    “So you get a car. Pretty good deal for you.”
    “It is. I try to show my thanks by babysitting once a week for them—free of charge, of course—but I still feel guilty. Harley’s my oldest sister and she’s used to taking charge so at a certain point you just…give up…and go with the flow.” She drew a quick breath, tried to slow her crazy pulse, as well as her chatter. “How about you? Do you come from a big family? Where are you in the birth order?”
    He hesitated for a second. “Most of my childhood was spent in the foster