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Автор Leigh Allison
Stories of family and romance beneath the Big Sky!
A movement from across the street caught his attention through the window.
The pencil Holt Tanner was holding snapped in two as he watched Molly Brewster skip up the front steps of the library.
She wore a white dress with no sleeves, and as she moved, the waves of her hair—not tied up in a knot today for once—drifted around her bare shoulders. Then, in one moment before she disappeared inside, she looked across the wide street, almost as if she sensed his attention. And maybe she could see Holt sitting there, behind the half-opened blinds of his window, for she suddenly turned and darted inside the library as if the devil himself was after her.
She was bold and saucy one minute. Nervous and skittish the next.
Holt shoved away from his desk, stuffing his little notepad in his pocket. “I’ll be at the library,” he told his dispatcher.
“You might consider wiping the drool off your chin before you go over there,” his dispatcher replied.
Montana Lawman
Allison Leigh
ALLISON LEIGH
For my girls
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
P anic tasted cold and dark in her mouth as Molly Brewster sat bolt upright. Her heart charged in her chest and she sucked in a harsh breath, willing away a surge of nausea. Something was gouging into her hip and she reached blindly, fingers closing over the weapon. She yanked, pulled it free and stared at it.
How to Take Control of Your Life—and Keep It.
The title of the hardcover book stared back at her.She’d fallen asleep on the couch reading.
Her panic oozed away, leaving her limp. She swung her legs off the couch and huddled forward, pushing the book onto the coffee table. She was trembling and her heart still knocked crazily inside her chest, so loud she fancied she could hear it in her ears.
“It’s Sunday afternoon, Molly,” she whispered. “You’re perfectly safe. ”
The knocking grew to a thunderous sound.
The door. Someone was at the door. Pounding louder than her heartbeat, making the door shudder nearly as much as she was.
Shaking her head at her foolishness, Molly pushed off the couch and hurriedly crossed the living room toward the door. The nightmare she’d been having clung to her mind, making her feel more fuzzy than ever, and her hand shook as she grabbed hold of the doorknob.
