Just as well. He couldn't look at her and not want her, and no matter what she thought, he knew no good would come of this so-called marriage. Since he'd retreated to the saloon, the girls, all three of them, had tried to cheer him up. Ethel had been persistent and Kate had been bold in her suggestions. Laurel had set herself down on his lap again and called him Sully in her most seductive voice. He'd waved them off, one at a time. He didn't want to be cheered up, damn it, and he sure as hell didn't want to try to forget Eden with another woman. Right now he was content to wallow in his misery. Another lively evening at the saloon was well underway when Cash pushed his way through the doors. His black attire was dusty. His usual calm had forsaken him for an intensity that seeped through his pores. The mood in the saloon dimmed. Even the girls steered clear as Cash strode to Sullivan's table. "I have bad news," he said, choosing to stand over the table instead of sitting down. "The Merriweather brothers escaped while en route to San Antonio for trial.
