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never leaving her face, even though she didn’t look at him. “What is it?”
    “I don’t want to tell you.”
    “Come on. What is it?”
    She finished her beer and set it so carefully on the table next to her that it didn’t make even the tiniest clink against the stone coaster. “Apparently there’s some sort of probate fight. Something to do with Gideon Bishop’s heir. I think they only brought me in as a symbol. Something to help fight the case. They don’t actually want me doing the work.”
    Shane didn’t say a word. He didn’t even dare to breathe. On one hand, this was crucial information. Important news he could take to his attorney. Merry was only being used to weaken Shane’s case.
    On the other hand, she looked devastated, and he wasn’t a monster. She blinked hard, as if she were holding back tears. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s okay. I’m sure that’s not true.”
    “I’m pretty sure it is.”
    “But…” He couldn’t think of anything to comfort her. There certainly weren’t any honest words he could give. After all, his future lay in the promise that Providence wouldn’t happen. That it would continue to be nothing more than dead wood and tumbleweeds. But Merry had something to prove now.
    Shit.
    “I’m sorry they brought you here under false circumstances, but you’re doing a good job, regardless. The brochure looks great.”
    “Right. And I was smart enough to hire you.”
    The watery smile she aimed in his direction was like a twisting knife in his gut. Hiring him could, in fact, get her fired. But only if the board found out.
    “Look, I admire your enthusiasm for this. And whatever is going on with the board isn’t your fault. Why don’t you consider my work on the saloon a gift.”
    “No! I didn’t tell you that to make you feel sorry for me. You deserve to be paid. I’ll win them over.”
    Not by tossing his name around, she wouldn’t. “I’ll call it pro bono work. Giving something back to the community.” Or just helping himself.
    “I can’t ask you to do that.”
    “You didn’t ask.”
    Now there were definitely tears in her eyes. “I can’t…”
    “Come on, Merry. We’re neighbors. It’s no big deal.”
    But apparently it was a big deal to her. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Shane felt schizophrenic; half of his brain registering the soft, warm press of her breasts to his chest, the other half telling him he was a selfish, lying asshole and she was going to regret any kind feelings she had for him.
    But when he settled his hands on her back, the more noble thoughts disappeared, because damn, she was warm and nice under his touch. The cotton was a smooth expanse of heat, reinforcing his knowledge that she was naked beneath this thin fabric. And fuck, she smelled delicious. Like fresh soap and some spicy, feminine scent that made him feel a little dizzy. Dizzy and…hard.
    Damn.
    He pulled back and cleared his throat, hoping like hell she wouldn’t notice the uncomfortable tightness of his jeans.
    “Thank you, Shane,” she said, sniffing back tears while he tried to keep his eyes off her breasts.
    “You’re welcome.”
    “Want another beer?”
    He said yes in the hopes that his dick would give up its vigil by the time she came back, but he took the beer happily enough when she returned with it.
    “Did you grow up here?” she asked as she plopped back into her crooked seat. He forced his eyes to stay on her face.
    “I did. Did you grow up in Texas?” he asked, changing the focus. He never liked talking about his family, but especially in this case, it was a topic best left alone.
    “Kind of. My mom is a bit of a hippie. She was raised in a tiny town in Northern California. I was born there, and we lived in a few different places while I was growing up. But I spent the last ten years of my childhood in Texas.”
    “And your dad?”
    “Never met him,” she said cheerfully. “It was just me and my mom.”
    “I’m