Shayna’s hands trembled as she hurriedly shoved what little clothing she had into the small overnight bag she’d brought with her when she’d left Denver. Of all the men in the diner she could have flirted with, she had to pick a U.S. Marshal!
Flipping through the fashion magazine she’d brought with her, Riley stopped when she came to an advertisement for a pair of sexy, high-heeled sandals. “Aren’t these cute?” she said, holding the magazine at an angle so that Cade could see, too. “Wouldn’t they look great on me?”
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“There’s a rest area coming up. Want to stop and take a break?” Madoc asked.