"We ain't open yet," a woman's husky voice called. "Come back later." Cole wedged his boot in the door as she tried to close it. "I'm looking for someone," he said, hoping he wouldn't need the rifle he held close against his leg where it wouldn't be easily noticed. But he would use it if he had to. The door opened a little farther and he saw Miss Dottie's big blond hair. "Mornin', ma'am." He tipped his hat. "I'm looking for..." He hesitated, then realized they would only know her by one name. "I'm looking for Lolita Belle." "Why?" The woman sounded suspicious, but the door creaked open even farther. "What do you want with that troublemaker?" Cole shrugged and flashed Miss Dottie what he hoped was a charming smile, searching for the words that would win his entrance. "She, uh, took something that belongs to me, ma'am." His heart. "Oh?" Miss Dottie swung the door completely open and her eyes widened as they looked him over from head to toe, then back again. "You're Cole Morrison, ain't you?" She wore only a bright red robe tied at her waist, her voluptuous bosom spilling out and her legs bare.
