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Smoke tendrils curled into the air above the burned wreckage of the single-wide trailer. The debris continued to smolder under the late-May sky, the scorched ruins contrasting starkly with the bold pink-and-rose Texas sunset. The stench of singed fabric, melted rubber and seared wood saturated the air.

“Sheriff thinks it was accidental.”

Royce McKinnon shifted his attention from the yellow Caution tape strung around the rubble to his aging foreman, Luke. “Probably was.”

“Bet my best whittlin’ knife he drunk himself stupid, then passed out with a lit cigarette stuck in his craw.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Royce rubbed his brow, trying to ease the throb that had plagued him for the past hour. “As soon as the fire inspector gives the okay, I’ll make arrangements to have the wreckage hauled off to the dump.” The trailer fire was the first real catastrophe Royce had had to deal with since being elected the town mayor of Nowhere two years ago.

Luke shoved a wad of chew between his lip and gum. “You gonna call her tonight?”

“No.” The her was Heather Henderson. Daughter of the man who’d perished in the fire. Melvin Henderson had never been considered one of Nowhere’s exemplary citizens. Royce had had his share of run-ins with the man over the years—not one of them pleasant.

He wondered how Heather would take the news of her father’s death. On a scale of one to ten, Henderson had a negative number in the fatherhood department. Heather’s mother had split years ago, leaving her thirteen-year-old daughter at the mercy of a drunk, mean ol’ son of a bitch. In the end, Heather had had no one to care about her.

Except for you.

Royce had been nineteen when he’d stumbled upon the teen bawling her eyes out on the loading dock at the back of her father’s feed store. The lost look on her face when she’d sobbed that her mother had run away and left her behind had shaken Royce more than he’d cared to admit at the time.

That afternoon he’d sympathized with Heather’s grief as if it had been his own. He’d known all too well the feeling of being abandoned. Both his parents had died in a boating accident when he was a young boy. His childless aunt and uncle had taken him in but had treated him no better than one of the cow dogs. They’d given him shelter. Food. A place to sleep. And in return, he’d worked his butt off, learning how to raise cattle and work around a ranch—not an easy task for a boy who’d lived in Southern California near the ocean for his whole life.

He may not have had a storybook childhood full of warm fuzzies, but he’d had a home—which was more than some people got. His aunt and uncle had left him the ranch in their wills, and for that, Royce had forgiven them for not being the loving parents he’d wanted.

Twelve years ago, after witnessing the anguish in Heather’s eyes, something inside Royce had reached out to the young girl. He’d sworn he’d do everything in his power to make sure she believed at least one person cared—Royce McKinnon. But the friendship he’d envisioned between them had never materialized. Heather had turned into a hellion and had rebuffed his offers of help and guidance.

Keeping her in line became a full-time job. Many days he’d considered washing his hands of her, but something had compelled him not to give up on the teen. He didn’t need to pay a psychologist a hundred bucks a half hour to inform him that he’d turned the need to be cared for into a need to care for others. He glanced at Luke. “I’ll drive down to College Station tomorrow.” Maybe after the five-hour drive south, he’d figure out how to break the news to Heather.

“Where is she livin’ these days?”

“I believe in a house near campus.” Heather had moved several times from one apartment or rental house to another since enrolling at the University of Texas A&M seven years ago. “I’ll check the return address on her Christmas card.” Royce had kept every one of Heather’s holiday cards in a shoe box on his bedroom closet shelf.

“Seem to recall her writin’ that she was workin’ at a day care.”

Day care? Why hadn’t Heather put that information in her card to him? Maybe because the last time you paid her a visit, you did more than jump all over her for changing majors again and not finishing college yet. He supposed changing majors more than once and holding down a job made graduating in four years next to impossible.

As if it had happened only yesterday, the last visit flashed before his eyes. Heather at twenty-two had looked nothing like the gangly adolescent he’d remembered riding herd over. He’d never forget the sight of her in those hip-hugging short shorts and the strappy little top that had molded her full breasts and had shouted to him and every redblooded male within two miles of the campus that she was a desirable woman. For the first time, his body had reacted to her in a not-so-brotherly way, exciting him and scaring the hell out of him all at once.

He might have handled himself better if his attraction to her had been one-sided, but he’d caught the breathy sound that had escaped Heather’s mouth when she’d opened the apartment door and discovered him on the stoop. He’d noticed the sparkle of awareness in the blue eyes that had roamed up and down his body.

After he’d entered her apartment, he couldn’t stop staring at her. From her blond head to her pink-painted toenails, she’d mesmerized him. Gone had been any trace of the troublemaker teen he’d remembered. Flustered by his attraction to her, he’d started an argument about her taking forever to graduate. Then she’d done the most amazing thing—she’d kissed him. Her kiss had knocked the fight right out of him. To this day he could still remember the feel of her soft lips feathering across his. After he’d gotten over his initial shock, he’d kissed her right back. Again. And again. At least he’d come to his senses before they’d ended up in the bedroom.

After he left the university that day, he’d been determined to persuade Heather to return to Nowhere and spend the summer with him at the ranch. A small part of him had been convinced that what he’d felt for her had been more than just lust. But fate had foiled his plans, destroying any chance of a future with her. He’d found out the hard way that life sometimes plays dirty tricks on people.

In the end, Heather hadn’t spent the summer in Nowhere, and he’d tried to forget about their one passionate encounter and move on with life. Throwing himself into ranch work had helped, but the exhausting physical labor hadn’t been enough to chase the college coed from his thoughts. So he’d run for mayor, hoping the added responsibility would keep him too busy to ponder what might have been. For the most part, his plan had worked.

Until now. The trailer fire was another one of life’s nasty little jokes. Ready or not, he’d have to face Heather and deliver the news of her father’s death in person.

“Sure you don’t want me to tell her?” A stream of tobacco juice shot out of the gap between Luke’s front teeth.

Royce’s chest tightened; he was so tempted to take the old man up on his offer. “Nope. After I speak with the fire inspector in the morning, I’ll hit the road.”

If there was any good to come out of Henderson’s death, it was that once the man’s estate was settled, his daughter would have no reason to return to Nowhere.

And Heather Henderson would finally be out of his life for good.