Big Sky Cowboy. Jennifer Mikels

in time. She was sensible, practical, normal—except she saw visions.

      “I’ll follow.”

      Tessa balked, stopping him. “Follow?”

      “Don’t even think about arguing.”

      “What would be the point?” Why would she argue when she was so grateful for the escort home?

      He did more than follow her home.

      “It’s nice of you to walk me to the door,” Tessa said when she paused with him on the short landing at the second floor.

      Colby reached around her to open the door. “I’m coming in.”

      The thank-you riding Tessa’s tongue remained unsaid. He stepped in ahead of her and began working his way through each room. “Find anyone?” she called.