Megan had asked him to meet her here. He looked up at the clock above the great stone fireplace. She’d said to be here in an hour. She was ten minutes late. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his gut. It was the same feeling that had caused him to push Sheriff Williams down suddenly when they’d walked into the bank during a holdup. His fast actions had saved the older man’s life. He’d almost taken the bullet instead, but his aim had been better than the robbers. He would gladly do it a hundred times over for his friend. Williams had been the first and so far only person to believe in him. He reminded himself Megan had believed, but he knew it was only while it had been easy to do so. If things got hard again, she would disappear as quickly as she had before. So why did she want to meet with him? And why at his hotel? He returned his attention to the window and watched the people along the boardwalk. Her reasons had something to do with what had happened that afternoon. He shook his head, wishing his mother hadn’t taught him to respect women.
