The door shut behind her with a sad sense of finality. Quinn Lodge glared at the damn cookies. What now?
…
Although early, the country-western bar was already hopping. The band blared a quick tune, and several couples two-stepped across the sawdust-covered dance floor. Juliet eyed the clear liquid in the shot glass from her table near the bar. “I’m not sure doing shots is such a good idea.”
Sophie shrugged and sipped her ginger ale. “Why not?”
Anne tipped back her head and downed her shot. “Yeah. Why not?” Then she sputtered, her eyes watering.
“That’s why,” Juliet said slowly. But what the heck. She grabbed the glass and poured the heated alcohol down her throat. The liquid rushed down and exploded in her stomach. She gasped and coughed.
Sophie smacked her on the back. “There you go, girlfriend. Now, did Quinn eat one of the heart-shaped cookies?” Her laugh competed with the band.
Juliet flushed. “Not while I was in his office. They just ticked him off.” She sighed. “I don’t think he’ll let anybody push him into forgiving me. This whole plan by the town is going to backfire.”
“I told Loni that.” Sophie’s eyes widened, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. “I mean, I, uh—”
“Loni’s in on this?” Juliet gasped.
“Yep.” Sophie nodded. “She likes you. A lot.”
That was just sweet. Her heart warmed. “Well, that’s nice.” Juliet brushed sawdust off the table.
The fast song stopped, and Dawn Freeze stepped up to the mic to sing a country ballad. The entire place quieted. Low and sexy, the young woman’s voice crooned around the room, creating a cocoon of intimacy. Several couples slid onto the dance floor.
Juliet leaned forward. “Wow. She can really sing.”
“Yeah.” Sophie grinned. “The guys hate her singing in a bar. Jake keeps trying to get her to sing more in church.”
Considering his little sister was wearing tight jeans and a black half T-shirt that showed very smooth skin, Juliet imagined none of the brothers like it much. Her gaze caught on a man across the bar watching Dawn with heated green eyes. “When did Hawk get back to town?”
“Last night. He’s on leave for a week.” Sophie turned as Colton plunked down a beer in front of Hawk. “Oh, great. There’s our babysitter.”
Juliet waved. “Don’t be silly. He’s here to hang out with Hawk and watch his sister.”
Sophie frowned. “Colt can multitask, believe me. Damn protective Lodge-Freeze men.”
“I miss my husband.” Anne hiccupped. She motioned to the waitress. “Another round, Millie.”
Juliet’s eyes widened. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I went into my purse to give Quinn the false identification stuff I bought in New York, and it was gone. I have a terrible feeling my lawyer did something he shouldn’t have done.”
Sophie snorted and reached for her newly delivered plate of nachos. “That was me, girlfriend.”
Juliet gaped. “Destroying evidence is illegal.”
“So my rather angry husband explained in great detail when I told him what I’d done.” Sophie reached for the bowl of pretzels. “Though, he kind of looked relieved, too.”
“He yelled at you?” Anne gasped.
“Nope. I’m all pregnant and delicate, you know?” Sophie grinned.
Juliet shook her head. “You broke the law.”
Prove it.” Sophie’s smile turned a bit lopsided. “No proof, no crime.”
Anne took another shot and sputtered. “Remind me not to tick you off.”
Sophie nodded. “Yeah. Don’t tick me off. I know stuff.”
For some reason, all three women thought that was ridiculously hilarious. Their laughter brought interested looks from both Colton and Hawk. Sophie gestured toward them in what could only be called a smart-assed wave.
They laughed harder.
…
Juliet sighed deeply right around midnight. “I think I’m too sad to get drunk.”
Sophie sighed heavily. “Not me—I miss drinking.”
“I’m not drunk.” Anne rubbed her nose. “But I can’t feel my nose.”
Sophie patted her hand. “You don’t need your nose tonight.”
“True.” Anne nodded wisely. “So true. But when Charlie gets home next month, I hope I can smell him. He always smells so good.”
Juliet sighed and scooted out of the booth. “I think it’s time for water.” She headed over to the bar and skidded through sawdust. Regaining her balance, she stopped short as a woman stepped in front of her. “Amy?”
Amy Nelson nodded, her gaze sweeping Juliet’s jeans and boots. “Nice outfit, career killer.”
“Thanks.” Juliet glanced down at Amy’s short skirt and vested top. “You look like a high-priced hooker.” Oops. Maybe the alcohol had affected her.
Amy put both hands on her ample hips. “Why are you still in town? Time to leave.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re already ruined Quinn’s chance of being sheriff again.”
Juliet struggled to maintain a polite smile. “I don’t think so. Quinn will still win.”
“No, he won’t.” A fierce smile split Amy’s face. “Which is all right and in the plan. With all his money and all his charisma, the man could go much higher than sheriff, if he had the right partner directing him.”
Juliet snorted and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. Taking several deep breaths, she clasped her hands. “Quinn doesn’t take direction from anybody.”
“I admit I’ve had to be careful. But now that he’s out of the sheriff race, he can enter the Senate race next year. I’d love to live in DC.” Amy frowned at Sophie and Anne as they laughed back at the booth. “But I’ll have to get him out of this podunk town and away from his family. They are definitely holding him back.”
Anger danced spots in front of Juliet’s eyes. “Wait a minute. You’re the one who alerted the Billings paper?”
“Yep.” Malicious glee danced in Amy’s eyes. “I can’t tell you how helpful you’ve been.”
“This conversation is over.” Juliet lifted her head and turned to sidestep Amy.
The woman dug sharp nails into Juliet’s arm. “Get the hell out of town before I destroy you farther.”
“Let go of me.” Juliet used her most regal voice.
Amy dug deeper and then shoved.
The world disappeared. Temper roared through Juliet so quickly she staggered. Clenching her fist, she swung and nailed Amy right in the jaw. The woman flew into the bar and slid down to the floor.
The front door opened to reveal the sheriff.
Juliet’s eyes widened. Fists bunched and slightly drunk, she stood over the sheriff’s ex-lover after having just clocked her one.
Oops.
Chapter Eighteen
Quinn had stuck Juliet in the same jail cell as last time. The wool blanket on the one cot shifted as she settled against the concrete-block wall. The damn man had taken one look at the scene in the bar and handcuffed both Amy and her. Handcuffed!
About an hour had passed before Quinn appeared on the other side of the bars. Even with anger warming her chest, her gaze ate him up. Tonight he’d donned faded jeans, scuffed cowboy boots, and a long-sleeved, dark green T-shirt. He’d tucked his gun at his waist, and the deadly weapon looked right at home. A deep shadow covered his jaw, and pure irritation shone in his black eyes.
She lifted her chin and refused to talk first.
“How’s your hand, slugger?” he asked.
She crossed her arms. “Fine.”
“Good. Amy Nelson has decided not to press charges.” Quinn wrapped his hands around the bars.
Juliet lifted one eyebrow. “Really? That’s surprising.”
“Not after I explained that witnesses saw her push you before you laid her out, and that if I arrested you, I’d have to arrest her, too. I doubt the governor would appreciate bad press right now.”