Betting On The Maverick. Cindy Kirk

the guy finds something, I’ll let the sheriff’s office know.”

      “He hasn’t found anything?”

      Brad shook his head. “It’s like your dad vanished into thin air.”

      “He could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere.” She closed her eyes and a few tears slid down her cheeks.

      Without thinking Brad closed the distance between them and pulled her to him. Instead of pushing him away, she buried her face in his shoulder and cried as if her heart would break.

      His shirt was wet by the time she drew a shuddering breath and stepped back.

      “I’m sorry.” With the back of her hand she swiped the last of the tears away, her face now red and splotchy. “I don’t know what got into me.”

      “Don’t worry. Boyd is a tough old bird.” Brad forced a tone filled with more confidence than he felt. “It’d take a lot to bring him down.”

      She lifted her gaze to meet his. “Is that what you really think?”

      He’d have to be the worst kind of jerk to not respond to the bald hope shimmering in her eyes. “That’s what I think.”

      She sniffled and visibly brought herself under control. “Your parents and sister are nice.”

      “They’re okay.”

      “I liked Brandie Sue.”

      He had to smile. “You would.”

      She wiped her eyes and smiled back. “Well, I guess I better go to bed.”

      With any other woman, Brad would have gone for broke and kissed her. But as she’d just cried all over him, making a move now felt as if he’d be taking advantage.

      “Thank you, Brad.”

      Before he quite realized what was happening, she stepped close, plunked her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips against his. Then she turned and headed up the steps, Viper at her heels.

      “Hey,” he called out just as she reached the top step. “What was that?”

      “That was for not being a jerk.”

      Brad could only stare as she disappeared from sight.