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woman he’d married to emerge again, instead of this woman who only found fault with him.
    â€œC’mon, Savannah, I’m counting on you to be in my corner. This is for us, for Luke.” He brushed a quick kiss against her cheek and picked up his hat from the table,where he’d placed it. “I promise it’s not always going to be like this.”
    No, she thought as she watched him leave the room, it’s going to be worse.
    She’d heard this promise before, and it always had gotten worse. Because Cruz did not know how to delegate, how to let go.
    Unless he was forced to.
    With a sigh, she dragged her hand through her hair. She might as well get ready to go pick up Luke.
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    The doorbell rang just as Vanessa had picked up her purse and gotten her car keys out. She paused for a second. As far as she knew, she wasn’t expecting anyone this afternoon.
    She was on her way to Savannah’s for an impromptu visit. Nothing had been arranged, but theirs was a friendship that allowed them to drop over casually.
    Not that there had been very much of that taking place in the last few months. It was as if, with the advent of her second pregnancy, Savannah had crawled into herself.
    Vanessa was worried about her best friend. Savannah had been looking pale lately. Pale and sad. That was one of the reasons behind her visit. If the woman was hitting a rough patch with Cruz, the least she could do was give her a shoulder to cry on.
    And a few hours of peace by taking Luke off her hands wouldn’t exactly hurt, either.
    There was a new children’s movie opening up today at the Red Rock Multiplex, and although the thought of sitting in a crowded theater with a slew of kids wasn’t overly appealing to her, helping Savannah was.
    Besides, she loved Luke.
    Even so, she had to admit she didn’t know how Savannah managed it. The boy was into absolutely everything. Exploring, taking things apart on purpose, asking an endless amount of questions. Fearless as he was, the little boy had made her heart stop on several occasions with his exploits. She could just imagine what Savannah had to be going through, putting up with this kind of thing on a daily basis.
    If she had Luke 24-7 she wasn’t all that sure she could survive. Savannah had a great deal more inner fortitude than she.
    Murmuring “Just a minute,” Vanessa swung open the door. The smile on her perfectly made up face froze.
    Standing on her threshold were Gabe Thunderhawk, a local policeman, and Andrea Matthews, a detective who, in Vanessa’s opinion, thought too highly of herself. What were they doing here?
    It wasn’t that she didn’t like Gabe; she did. The policeman was an amiable man who had slipped into the post effortlessly, despite some prejudice against him from some of the older citizens because of his Native American heritage. But none of her family saw him that way. Gabe was extremely well suited to his job and, unlike some, he hadn’t allowed his position to fill his head with false delusions of grandeur and power.
    Ordinarily, there wasn’t all that much for a local police officer to do in a town the size of Red Rock. Mostly he or one of his other two counterparts would settle a few domestic disputes, mediate over claims that A had taken something from B, be it a horse or a head of cattle or a sheep, always by “mistake.”
    The only real bit of excitement had happened last summer when he’d been the one to find Sarah Jenkins. The eighty-seven-year-old had wandered away from her home in the middle of the night. Somehow, the woman had managed to get beyond the town limits and, judging from the direction she’d taken, was on her way to San Antonio—barefoot and in her nightgown. Gabe had spent all night and part of the next day looking for her, tracking her the way his ancestors had once tracked their supper.
    But this wasn’t about anything that could make an interesting,