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she’d admit it to Todd or her father—and she often led with her heart instead of her head when it came to assessing people and their intentions. But was that so wrong?
    Maybe at times, as evidenced by the last three clerks she’d hired. And if she were honest with herself, she had to admit that she could understand Todd’s concern.
    She’d been stunned when Connor walked into her shop moments after she’d recklessly promised God—in prayer , which surely must be binding—that she’d trust Him and would offer a job to the next person who walked into her store.
    But she’d expected a nicely dressed middle-aged woman to come in the door—her usual sort of clientele—not a tall, lean cowboy whose handsome, chiseled face belonged on a hero in a Western movie. And she hadn’t exactly expected he’d be fresh out of prison, either—no matter what the circumstances of his incarceration. Had Connor been completely honest with her?
    She’d felt a shiver of instant attraction when he’d come into her store, and when he’d briefly held her in his arms while helping her down from the roof, her pulse had kicked into overdrive and her stomach had fluttered. She’d felt the warmth of an embarrassing blush rise to her face.
    But whatever her foolish reaction might have been to this stranger, she would be stupid not to check out his story even further. His thick black hair, silvery blue eyes and strong jaw might be compelling, but that didn’t mean he was trustworthy.
    Keeley got back in her car and drove slowly past Red’s Mechanic Shop & Wrecker Service. The three garage doors were all open, revealing a trio of SUVs in the service bays.
    Her heart dropped. Just as she’d feared, there wasn’t a pickup in sight. Had Connor lied about the reason he was in town?
    Maybe he’d just been casing her store...
    At that thought, she had to laugh.
    With her current financial state, there would be little cash to steal, and what interest could he possibly have in costume jewelry, local artists and pretty little antiques?
    She turned around, pulled into the parking area and went looking for Red. He was sitting with his feet propped up at his desk in the cramped office, his thick fingers stained black with grease and motor oil, eating a sandwich.
    He waved her toward a chair filled with a haphazard stack of invoices. “So how’s that New Yorker running, missy?”
    At thirty-one, she was still “missy” to the man who had been fixing her dad’s cars for forty years. She smiled. “Like a clock. You do great work.”
    “It ought to last another hundred thousand, but I’m not so sure about your dad, though.”
    “That he’ll last that long?”
    “That he oughta drive that long. I hear he had a little trouble yesterday afternoon.”
    She fidgeted with her keys. “Oh?”
    “Millie Ferguson was closing up her shop and saw him make some pretty strange moves on Main.”
    Keeley groaned. Knitting Pretty was across the street from her own shop and just a couple of doors down. Its bay windows offered Millie a stellar view of everything happening on Main. She never missed a thing, and she never hesitated to share it.
    “How did you hear about that?”
    “At the coffee shop this morning. Good thing no one else was on the street.”
    “Did...she say anything else?”
    He chuckled. “Only that she saw a handsome cowboy talking to you yesterday. And she said she’s gonna keep a sharp eye out for your dad’s car and stay out of his way.”
    If Dad’s little accident was already fodder for the coffee-shop crowd, then the whole town knew. “I just hope no one razzes him about it.”
    “I imagine they will. No doubt about it.” He took another bite and continued talking around the mouthful. “So what can I do for you?”
    Well, this was awkward. “I, um... Nothing, really. I heard you towed in a pickup yesterday.”
    He lowered the sandwich and winked. “The cowboy. Is he a close friend of yours, by any chance?”
    She could