In another place, another time, if she were another person, she might have been tempted, but it was out of the question now. Heading to The Bayou early, she figured she could hang out in the break room until her shift started. The encounter with the Madame LeFarr left her shaken; exploring more shops had lost its appeal. Entering through the back, Hope headed to the break room and hung up her purse in her locker then pulled out a book she’d been trying to read; a romantic suspense with a sheriff and a reporter based out of Colorado. Why couldn’t her husband have been like the sheriff in this book? Possessive but loving, she knew this man wouldn’t lay a hand on his wife; he was a real man, one who protected the heroine and fought for her. That was what Hope had been looking for when she met him, and his possessiveness made her think he was that type of man. One who protects you, keeps you safe, and loves you unconditionally. She should have known men like that are only in romance novels.
