Her voice sounded high. “Let me in before someone recognizes me.” She unlocked the door and he hurried inside, then she slid the bolt back in place. “Do you always work after dark?” “I got caught up with a client. I usually close at six o’clock during the week and eight o’clock on the weekends.” “You should close the blinds before dark.” He removed his sunglasses and uncustomary cowboy hat. His hair fell free and her heart took a tumble with it. “Anybody can see inside. See that you’re alone. I watched your little celebratory dance and everything.” Her throat constricted. “You were watching me?” “I had to make sure no one else was here.” He shrugged. “So what were you celebrating? Good day?” “A great day. I’m drowning in a sea of ready-made cowboy couture, but I’ve been getting a lot of custom orders with nothing cowboy in sight.”
