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Lisette scowled at him. “You don’t have to play the tough-guy hero.”

“If you ever see me being the hero, keep in mind: I will be playing. I like things peaceful and easy. I’ll meet David somewhere he wouldn’t dare cause a scene. I’ll convince him I didn’t steal Shepherdess, he’ll apologize, he’ll send you a gift—diamonds, probably—and that will be the end of it.”

Jack didn’t believe what he was saying, and it was clear she didn’t, either, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she resettled in her seat, forehead knitted in a frown, and gestured grudgingly at the upcoming highway sign. “Get off here.”

He exited and turned toward her neighborhood. A distinctly uncomfortable air settled in the truck rather quickly, but he didn’t let it get to him. Irritation, he could take. Threats against her person or her life, he couldn’t.

But damned if he didn’t like, at least a bit, the idea of being her hero.

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