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I’m continuing the introductions to my characters in my newest release for Kindle Worlds, LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE. Today, I’d like you to meet one of Palo Duro Canyon’s best attorneys, Drew Garwood.

Drew has enough to deal with, thanks to his local law practice and his older brother’s get-rich-quick schemes. With his ex-wife living thousands of miles away in Chicago after their amicable divorce, love is the last thing on his mind – until Bo McKenzie stumbles into the sheriff’s office one hot afternoon:

Well, well, well. What have we here? The foul mood he’d suffered through since Cooper’s phone call telling him they needed to talk about Wade’s latest antics lightened considerably.

He got to his feet, ready to introduce himself to this golden goddess, but the sheriff beat him to the introductions. “Ma’am. I’m Sheriff Cooper Wilson. How can we be of service to you?”

“You’re the sheriff?” She scanned his wardrobe with a dubious eye. Drew understood why. Cooper wore a blue flannel shirt and old blue jeans instead of his uniform.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m off-duty at the moment, but I assure you, I am the sheriff. What can I do for you?”

“My idi—my assistant left our car running when he came to meet me at the bus station, and now, it’s gone.”

“He left the keys in it?” Drew asked, incredulous.

He bit back a smile when the woman’s vivid eyes went wide for a fraction of a second, then flattened again. An expert on body language, he understood what she didn’t say. Her need to defend her idiot assistant warred with her whole-hearted agreement that her assistant was, indeed, an idiot.

“Car thefts don’t happen often here in the canyon,” Cooper remarked in an apologetic tone.

True, Drew thought to himself, but most residents weren’t foolish enough to leave their keys in the ignition, either.

“Probably the Patterson kids playing a prank,” the sheriff added. “Have a seat, and we’ll get this straightened out quick.”

Drew headed toward the door, wondering if he should hang around, or if Cooper would toss him out, when her voice stopped him in his tracks.

“No, wait. What I mean is, I’ll let my associate handle the details about the car. I have a more urgent matter I need help with.”

“Okay, Miss…? Mrs…?”

“Beau,” she replied, shifting the bag in her hand.

“Mrs. Beau,” Cooper said.

Her glare cut through anything else he planned to say. “Beau. Just Beau. Not Miss, or Mrs., or Ms., or anything else. Just plain Beau.”

Drew bit back a grin. She sounded adamant, but the truth was there was nothing plain about her. She was fire and spice and iron, without a hint of vulnerability. No matter what her lips said about needing the sheriff’s help, her posture said she kowtowed to no one.

Cooper must have sensed the same vibe from her, because he held up his hands, nice and easy. “Okay, Beau. What is it we can do for you?”

Her stormy expression cleared, and she raked a hand through the glorious mane of spun silver that cascaded to the middle of her back. Drew’s fingers itched to do the same, and he bet it would feel like silk.

“God, you probably think I’m nuts,” she murmured.

“Now, no one said that, Miss—Beau. We just want to help.” Cooper talked to her as if she had an incendiary device in her big, black case.

Wait. Did she? He hadn’t thought of that.

She sighed. “Look, Sheriff, I don’t have rabies, I didn’t just escape from the insane asylum, and I’m not on drugs, I swear. I’m overheated, desperate, and late for a meeting. My associate, Mitch Underhill, is probably in the hallway by now. He’s either headed here, or the unemployment office. Anything else is unacceptable, and he knows it.”

Understanding dawned for Drew, and he relaxed. “Oh. You work for Mitch?”

“No, Mitch works for me.” A smirk sharpened her overly generous, kissable mouth. Lord, he should’ve worn a parachute today. He was falling fast. “Maybe I should try introducing myself again. I’m Bo McKenzie, the owner of Empire Brewery.”

Whoa. Drew did a double-take when he recognized the name. Not Beau. Bo. “You’re Bo McKenzie?” At her nod, he let out a low whistle. “Beg pardon, miss, but we were expecting a man.”

“So were my dad and four brothers. Guess you’re all doomed to disappointment.”

Six more days! Stay tuned…