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decision. There are things about me you don’t know.”
    He said the last words so quietly, she barely registered them.
    “You said it yourself,” Jo urged. “People have married for worse reasons. At least you and I have good intentions. How can things go wrong if we’re making a decision based on what’s best for Cora?”
    “Things can go wrong.” He tipped back on his heels, his voice somber. “Believe me, things can always go wrong.”
    Jo glanced at her scuffed boots. Once again she wondered if he’d make a rash decision if she looked like Mary Louise at the mercantile. Probably so. Men made rash decisions about pretty women every day. With tomboys, they made rational, thoughtful decisions based on logic.
    Jo plucked at a loose thread on her trousers. Was she willing to change? For Marshal Cain? For a man?
    Never.
    But what about Cora?
    Jo yanked the thread loose, exposing a tear in the fabric. Even if she could change, she didn’t want to. She liked the person she was —inside and out. Marshal Cain either accepted her the way she was or not at all. As simple as that.
    “Maybe,” Marshal Cain spoke, his voice hesitant. “The answer is maybe. Let’s leave it there for now.”
    Tears threatened, and Jo hastily blinked them away. This was no time for going soft. In life, maybe meant no. “Promise me you’ll think about it.”
    “I promise.”
    “Can I still take Cora to the telegraph office with me tomorrow?” she added hopefully.
    “Of course. This doesn’t change anything.”
    “Of course.”
    With fisted hands, Jo rubbed her eyes in tight circles. Her hasty words had changed everything. Yet she didn’t regret them, not for an instant. “Either way, we should think about finding you and Cora a new place to live. Outlaws and tea parties make strange bedfellows.”
    The marshal threw back his head and laughed, a rich hearty sound that vibrated in her chest and sent her blood thrumming through her veins.
    “I can’t argue with you in that regard.” He swiped at his eyes. “Thank you. I needed a good laugh.”
    Feeling brazen, Jo grinned. “Can you imagine if word reached Wichita there was a pink afghan in the jailhouse?”
    “Maybe crime would go down. It’s hard to be a tough guy when there’s a doll in your cell.”
    “This could be the best thing that happened to Cimarron Springs in a long while.”
    Garrett stared down at her, and Jo tipped back her head. Their gazes collided and they stood frozen for a long moment.
    He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his finger coasting along the sensitive skin of her neck. “I had a job in Colorado Springs before this. My deputy told me I was a fool for coming to Kansas. He was wrong. Coming here was the best decision I ever made.”
    “Even with all that’s happening?”
    “Especially now. You’ve been heaven-sent for Cora.”
    His admission awakened a sliver of hope. “I have next Monday off from work. Cora and I are picking mulberries down by the creek.”
    Garrett grasped her hand, caressing her blunt nails. “Come Monday afternoon, you’ll have purple fingers.”
    “And purple lips.”
    His eyes widened and he made a strangled sound in his throat. “Uh, well,” he muttered as he dropped her hand and stumbled back a step. “I’d best get Cora home. I don’t want her out in the rain.” He jerked one thumb over his shoulder. “The wagon and the rain and all.”
    Frowning, Jo touched her cheek as he made a hasty retreat. Why did he run off every time she thought they were making progress?
    She crossed her arms over her chest. The fool man was running hot and cold and his indecision was driving her mad. Either way, he had to make up his mind on his own. She wasn’t chasing down someone who didn’t want her, no matter how stupid he was for rejecting her.
    Even if she wasn’t pretty on the outside like Mary Louise, she was worthy on the inside.
    How did she convince Garrett of that truth?

Chapter Six
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