And Victoria guessed he was, somewhat.But the way Mama smiled back at him, as if she'd teased the glare out of him on purpose, held no real disrespect. Victoria watched them, more intrigued than ever now that...Well.Her hands tingled where she'd pressed her palms into Ross Laramie's. Her lips tingled, too. He'd fought that kiss so hard, he'd been shaking—and yet he said he'd liked it.That made two of them.Not that she was foolish enough to think herself in love after one kiss! Not the kind of love her parents had.But it was kind of nice to know she could blush, too.The Red Light Saloon sat on the outskirts of Sheridan. All the better for Laramie. Men from the Circle-T took more pride in their job than to come this far past the tracks.Anonymity was all but guaranteed—and not just for him.He didn't see Lonny Logan when he first pushed through the swinging doors of the saloon. He didn't expect to. Instead, Laramie made his way past several customers and one buxom whore to the bar long enough to order a rye, then moved to the farthest table from the front he could find, where he sank wearily into a scarred chair.Damn, but he hurt.
