Justice Inked (Cowboy Justice Association 7)
sailing. Happiness, kittens, and rainbows.
    “No, he can’t,” Rayne agreed readily. “But he can make things difficult for you. I’m sure he just wants you to be happy. You’re very young to be living with someone. Sharing the same home can knock the romance out of a relationship faster than you can ever believe. Trust me on this.”
    “You’re starting to sound like Dare. You won’t tell him, will you?”
    Rayne couldn’t imagine a conversation where the topic would come up. In fact, she didn’t know when she would even be seeing the handsome sheriff since he didn’t see fit to update her on his investigation.
    “I won’t tell him. It sounds like this is your news to deliver. But can I give you a word of advice? Don’t wait too long. If other people know he’s going to eventually find out. He’ll only be more upset if he hears it from anyone other than you. Tell him as soon as you can.”
    The sooner Rayne wasn’t a secret keeper for Sophie the better. The last thing she needed was to get Dare on her bad side. She’d stay far away from the brooding lawman.
    But she still needed to find out about the break-in. Maybe one little phone call to the station wouldn’t be so bad. Or she could stop in. Either way, she had a feeling she – and her questions – wouldn’t be welcomed in the least.
    Too bad.

Chapter Nine

    “D are asked Jared about you.”
    Misty’s statement had Rayne setting her half full wine glass on the nightstand. After another long week she’d been happy to take a long hot bath and curl up with a good book and some vino. Getting to talk to her best friend had been icing on the cake.
    “Like what did he ask?”
    Was this some adult version of passing a note in history class? If the sheriff was interested in her romantically he had a funny way of showing it. She’d left several messages at his office, all of which had been ignored. Finally, she’d tried showing up at the station a few times but he’d been conveniently out when she had. The deputy had promised to have Dare call her, but she was still waiting and likely would be until her bones turned to dust. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was ducking her.
    “About your family, background, finances. Basically he wanted to know if Jared had ever done a full check on your past.”
    Anger crept up the back of Rayne’s neck and her fingers dug into the soft down of her comforter. “My finances? He asked about that? Shit, I’m going to kick him in the balls next time I see him. Oh wait, I’ll never see him because he’s been avoiding me for over a week now. Asshole.”
    “He’s avoiding you? Passive aggressive isn’t Dare’s style. He’s full on confrontation. Did you scare him or something?”
    Rayne grasped the glass of wine and tossed half of it back in one gulp. “I dunno. Maybe I smell bad or he thinks I’m funny looking. Dammit, he’s investigating me. That’s bullshit.”
    Misty sighed into the phone. “That’s pretty much what I told Jared, and then he said that Dare was just doing his job or some crap like that. Anyway, I said that if he was going to make excuses for Dare he was sleeping on the couch.”
    Rayne groaned and banged her head against the stack of pillows she was using to prop herself up. “That makes it even worse. I don’t want to come between you and Jared. This is Dare’s issue, clearly. That man doesn’t have an ounce of tact. If he wanted to know about me all he had to do was ask.” Another thought occurred to her and she couldn’t stop herself from expressing it out loud. “So…had Jared investigated my background?”
    “Hell no. He’d be sleeping in the barn if he had and he knows it. He told Dare he’d do a full check on you but that he wouldn’t do it without your knowledge. Dare said it wouldn’t be necessary.”
    Rayne was still pissed. For all she knew, he’d simply asked someone else to do it.
    “Rayne? Are you still there?”
    Rubbing the back of her neck,

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