So busy, it was somewhat unsettling to discover she hadn’t thought of him much at all in the past week. Only five or six times a day, maximum.As she opened the door to reveal an irritable, rumpled county sheriff, that odd, little encounter came rushing back to her mind.“What in the world…?”Brushing past a wide-eyed Marlie, Tate stomped into the tiny kitchen and turned to face her. “Have you found a place in Lexington?”“Lexington?” she repeated, her smooth brow furrowing. “No. I’m not moving to Lexington.”Tate’s eyes closed and the tension left his body.“I’m moving to Frankfort.”His eyes flew open and he stood ramrod straight. “Frankfort?” he repeated, studying her face.“Yes. I’m making an offer on a house tomorrow. I’ve already got a job lined up and—”“No.”Marlie’s eyes went cold. Slowly, carefully, she said, “Excuse me?”“No.” Tate advanced on her, cornering her against the door. “I’m sorry, Marlie. But there’s no way you can leave here.”“I fail to see why not,”
