“Who was I to you?”
Joe made himself meet her wary gaze. “We saw each other a few times.”
“You mean dated?”
“Yeah.”
A dozen emotions darted across her face in the span of a couple of seconds. “How long?”
“Five months.”
Her eyes flickered with surprise. “That long?”
He nodded and she processed that information quietly, but he could see her doing the math. Five months together meant more than just holding hands while walking or a goodnight kiss at the door.
He turned back to his food, aware that he had to keep up his strength, which had already been compromised by the bullet wound. But he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever have enough strength to deal with many more nights alone with Jane Doe.
PAULA GRAVES
COWBOY ALIBI
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
For Jenn, Cissy and Emily, who make wonderful
sounding boards and wonderful friends.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alabama native Paula Graves wrote her first book, a mystery starring herself and her neighborhood friends, at the age of six. A voracious reader, Paula loves books that pair tantalizing mystery with compelling romance. When she’s not reading or writing, she works as a creative director for a Birmingham advertising agency and spends time with her family and friends. She is a member of Southern Magic Romance Writers, Heart of Dixie Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.
Paula invites readers to visit her Web site, www.paulagraves.com.
Contents
Cast of Characters
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jane Doe—The waitress has no memory of her former life. All she knows is that someone is willing to kill to get to her.
Joe Garrison—The embittered Wyoming cop believes Jane was complicit in his brother Tommy’s murder. But when someone comes gunning for them, he finds himself in the role of protector to his prime suspect.
Angela Carlyle—Jane’s roommate ends up dead in the apartment they share, and Jane’s the only one who can identify her killer.
Clint Holbrook—Who is the steely-eyed man who’ll stop at nothing—even murder—to get Jane back under his control?
Hank Trent—The Idaho cop has a murder to investigate and a Wyoming cop who’s disappeared with his star witness. How many rules will he have to bend to stop the killer before he finds Jane and Joe?
Harlan Dugan—The wily old con man claims he can tell Jane who she really is—for a price. But where do his loyalties really lie?
Melissa Blake—Joe’s stepmother left home when he was just a little boy, breaking his heart. Will she help him now when he needs her the most?
Riley Patterson—Joe has always trusted his second-in-command with his life. But can he trust him with Jane’s?
Chapter One
“Tall, dark and cowboy at table four, you lucky dog,” Angela Carlyle murmured to Jane as she passed by with the remains of table seven’s lunch.
Jane eyed the cowboy in question, taking in his rangy build, short, dark hair and the dun-colored Stetson on the booth next to him. As he glanced her way, she quickly looked back to the older couple perusing their menus. “Our special today is pan-seared trout,” she said. “Caught fresh. There’s nothing like Idaho trout.”
As the couple discussed between themselves the merits of fish for lunch, Jane stole another look at table four. She found the cowboy’s gaze fixed on her face, unflinching.
She looked away quickly, unnerved by his scrutiny. She wasn’t used to being the object of someone’s full attention. Most male customers focused on Angela, with her copper-penny hair, creamy complexion and body even the pale pink waitress uniform couldn’t conceal.
Nobody ever stared at Jane, with her face full of freckles, unruly brown hair and slim, not-so-curvy figure. Worse, she was as blank on the inside as she was dull on the outside, with only five months of experiences to call her own and a whole lot of questions she couldn’t answer.
“Miss? We’re ready.”
Jane dragged her gaze away from the cowboy with a soft apology and took their order. She ripped the order from her pad, tucked it in her pocket and crossed to table four.
The cowboy’s gray-eyed gaze followed her all the way in. Jane’s stomach knotted with vague anxiety. “What can I get you today, sir?” she asked.
“I’ll have coffee.”
“Sugar or cream?”
His gaze narrowed slightly, as if she’d asked a difficult question. “Just black,” he answered.
“We have a trout special, caught fresh this morning—”
“Just coffee,” he interrupted, not unkindly.
She nodded. “Coffee it is.”
She took his order and the order from the previous table to the kitchen. Angela was there already, cornered by Boyd Jameson, the restaurant manager.
“That’s the third order you got wrong,” Boyd growled.
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