Something didn’t feel right. The glint of metal in the bush earlier hadn’t been a figment of his imagination. Neither had the warm unfiltered cigarette butt he’d picked off the ground and put in his pocket. Someone had been watching one of them. Him or BJ? No way to be certain. He didn’t like riding off with her standing at the gate. But he didn’t want to stick around either. She just might get it into her head that he was dogging her. And besides, she did this for a living—running off to who knows where to take pictures. She’s not my problem. He shook his head, amazed at how often he had seen the name BJ Spencer in the Texas Highways and yet hadn’t made the connection. Even thought the person was a man. He wasn’t about to let her know he admired her work. Or even that he’d pulled out his old stash of magazines last night, looking for her pictures and articles. Releasing a disgusted sigh, he kicked himself for being such a sucker for a pair of tawny-colored eyes.
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