Shadow Ridge
“Kelly, in all her vocal rage, still hung the crystal dove ornament on the tree she had been decorating apparently since before the sun came up.
“No. I’m not crazy. He’s a nice guy.”
“You can’t go stay with him not even for one night. He could be a serial killer.”
Bethany laughed. “He’s a cop—the sheriff, Kel. He’s not going to kill me. I’ll be fine.”
Kelly huffed. “That’s what they all say.” Kelly shoved one hand across her forehead trying to knock fallen side swept bangs out of her face. Her red defiant hair fell right back into place. “Don’t you watch any of those crime shows? I’m not talking the fiction shows. I’m talking the real life ones.”
“No, Kelly. I don’t have time to watch television.” She didn’t even have cable in her house. Thankfully Donavan, her nephew, didn’t like to watch television either. When he wasn’t out playing with the new horse with the handler, Steven McKay, he was riding his bike.
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