“That’ll stop those sidewinders in their tracks!” “Can’t believe it,” Rafe said. “Night was filled with stars. Not a cloud in sight.” “Maybe Jipsey and Justice did a rain dance while we were off shooting fireworks.” “Guess a storm blew up from the south.” “That’s one way of thinking about it.” She stopped Jipsey while Rafe rode up beside her. He lifted his face to the sky, ran a hand through his damp hair, and then glared at her. “Only way to think about it.” “You’re stuck in the mud. No imagination.” She glared right back, feeling so relieved that rain was washing away their trail that she was ready to strike out at anybody handy to release her pent-up tension. Rafe was annoying enough to fit the bill. “I can imagine you standing in front of Judge Parker,” he snapped, his voice rough with irritation. “Just what I said. No imagination.” “Enough to catch the infamous Lady Gone Bad.” “But not enough to know you’re caught as well.”
