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say that,” Carey shot back, a wide-eyed expression on his face as he took her face in his hands and kissed her, mumbling something about having been a bad boy as their lips met. “But you didn’t tell me the charge, Deputy McDade. Don’t you have to tell me what I’ve done wrong?”

      “You’re guilty of wearing too many clothes, but tell me if I hurt you,” she answered, taking her mouth from his as she nibbled her way down his neck, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He responded by grabbing her hips and pressing her against him, shrugging out of his shirt and being careful of his bandaged arm as Amy finished unbuttoning it.

      Carey ran his fingertips under the hem of Amy’s t-shirt, rubbing light circles against the overly warm skin of her back before sliding it upward, lifting her shirt off as she pulled her arms through. He took in the sight of her, her skin glistening in the faint glow of light that came from under the kitchen door. He ran his hands over the pink lace of her bra, watching her face as he took her perfect round breasts in his hands.

      He let his hands move along the slope of her ribs and around to her back, about to reach for the clasp on her bra when a noise outside the door made them freeze. They looked first at each other and then at the door, before Amy pulled her gun and held it in one hand, deftly working her way back into the t-shirt Carey held out to her with her other hand.

      She smoothed the fabric down on the front of her shirt just as Sheriff Matthews re-entered the house. He froze when he saw the gun in her hand, and looked somewhat confused that Carey was now shirtless, looking to each of them for an explanation.

      “Sheriff,” Carey began. “I’m sorry, we thought you left.”

      “Apparently,” the grizzled, grey-haired lawman said with a knowing, amused look. “No, I was just checking the area outside the house for any sign of Mack but I didn’t find anything. I don’t think he’s coming back around tonight, his little firebomb was probably all he had prepared. After all, if he thought everyone was asleep when he threw it, he probably assumed the rug would catch and send the whole house up in flames before anyone woke up enough to stop it. I bet we won’t hear from him any more today, but I’d also bet you a good sized pile of money that he’s probably hiding out and plotting his next move.” The elderly sheriff walked to the door, his old injury causing him to limp in a more pronounced way than before. He turned and smiled with one hand on the doorknob. “Come lock up after me, and you two have a good day now, you hear?”

      After he left and Amy turned the deadbolt, she returned to the couch to find Carey covering his face with his hands. “That was almost as bad as being walked in on by your parents…only instead, it was the cops! Why do I feel like a fifteen-year-old kid who was caught with his hand down someone’s shirt in the movie theater?”

      Amy couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, covering her own embarrassment at the same time. “Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. We’re adults, not kids. And besides, we weren’t really doing anything that embarrassing. It’s not like he walked in right as you were throwing me down naked on the…” Her face froze, her last word hanging in mid-air. A horrified expression replaced her happy one.

      “What? Amy, what is it?” Carey demanded, gripping both her wrists in his large hands.

      “…the rug,” she finished slowly, concentrating on her words. “Carey, is the sheriff a good friend of your family’s? The kind of friend who would come out here a lot, stay for dinner, that kind of thing?”

      Carey’s confusion was hard to hide. “Not really. I mean, we’ve known him forever, but he has a lot of ground to cover and it’s a pretty good trek to his office, practically across the county. We really only see him when we go into town. But what are you talking about? What’s wrong with the rug?”

      “Carey, he knew about the rug,” she said, whispering as though Matthews was listening outside. “He knew that the bomb was supposed to land on the rug.” She pointed with her hand to where the rug had been only an hour ago. “But we rolled it up and took it to the kitchen right after we put out the fire. It was already gone when he got here, so how did he know that Mack would try to catch the rug on fire? All Matthews was able to see was a gleaming wood floor, he wouldn’t have known there used to be a rug here.”

      “I don’t want to believe what I think you’re saying,” Carey said in a hushed tone, looking at the floor as though he could will it not to be true.

      “The sheriff is in on it,” Amy said quietly, visibly shrinking toward the safety of Carey’s embrace. “That’s how he knew where Mack intended to throw it. It’s also the reason he hasn’t been able to find Mack yet. It’s because he doesn’t want to.”

Chapter Ten

      “How many days out do you think we are from the auction in Missouri?” one of the vacationers asked Doug, a ranch hand, as they loaded gear for the day’s trip.

      “I wouldn’t guess too much further, why? Aren’t you having a good time?” he asked, genuinely interested in the fun-level of the drive. He looked at the small sea of faces and detected weariness, most likely from having spent the last week sleeping on the ground, only showering every second day, and using the finest bathrooms nature had to offer.

      “Oh, no, it’s not that,” he replied. “This has been really amazing. We never see landscape like this back home, and the stars every night…well, they’re just unbelievable. Yesterday’s trip to the river gorge was really great.” The man seemed a little too concerned with making Doug believe he was having a wonderful time, but his voice became lower as he continued, taking on a conspiratorial tone. “I just can’t help but notice that people keep dropping off like flies. Are they okay?”

      Doug smiled at the concerned man, truly appreciative that this city boy, who’d paid a hefty fee to play cowboy for a while, was actually worried about some of the Carsons and their team.

      “Yeah, they’re totally fine!” Doug promised, seeing a few of the faces start to relax a little. “You guys know we lost two of them right off the bat because they got married!” Some of the city people nodded with a smile at the memory of the impromptu wedding, while others who’d not known about it looked pleasantly puzzled. “And then we had two others head back to the ranch to take care of some unexpected business. It happens from time to time, and that’s why we bring the vehicles and have so many of the hands help out. You know, those little things that come up, like a broken water main or something. Someone has to go back and sign off on repairs, be there to talk to a contractor, stuff like that, you know?”

      The group seemed more at ease until Karen spoke up, barking at Doug in an angry voice. “Oh, really? So why did our little friend, Amy, have to leave? Is she suddenly a part of the Carson family, or let me guess…she’s one of the contractors who’s gonna fix the roof? Personally, I think your boy twisted her arm into going with him, probably told her all kinds of B.S. and made a bunch of promises that he doesn’t intend to keep. We’re gonna find her at the airport, used and discarded, and nursing a broken heart and wounded ego, aren’t we?” Karen crossed her arms over her chest, her expression daring Doug to argue with her.

      “No, ma’am, I promise you it’s nothing like that,” Doug answered kindly, sighing and forcing himself to not be rude. That was one of the old man’s most important rules about the drive and the city people, no one was to ever be rude to their guests. “Ms. McDade was not actually enjoying her trip and she felt very out of her element. And, of course, getting injured by her horse spooked her a little bit, made her a little afraid of getting back in the saddle right away. When she found out Mr. Carson’s son was headed back to the ranch, she asked to accompany him. I’m sure she’s sitting on the porch right now, fanning herself from one of the old rocking chairs and having a nice glass of sweet tea.”

      Luckily for Doug, the group was more than a little tired of Karen’s constant male bashing and militant complaining. They were all too happy to picture the scene he described, mostly to spite Karen. They grinned and went back to their chores, readying for another day of riding and leading the herd. He managed to fight the urge to mumble under his