big block letters above his ears. At the bottom of the poster, she’d inked in the rest of her plea: name and description of the cat, her cell phone number, a one-hundred-dollar reward for his return.
Jack opened his mouth to tell her that to cover Trueheart, she’d need maybe five copies, if that. But he changed his mind. This poster was eye-catching. Framable. He wanted one for his own wall. Even in law-abiding Trueheart, people would be swiping this as soon as it was tacked to a tree. Well, well, well, Ms. Lake. Maybe she wasn’t quite as crazy as he’d feared last night when she’d told him of her plans. Not that one illustration made a book. And certainly not a publishing career, but still…
“I didn’t have a photo of him that I thought would blow up worth a darn,” she explained as she pulled a cloud of pale hair back behind her small shapely ears. “Do you think this’ll do?”
“Oh, this’ll get their attention, all right. As will the money. That’s a mighty handsome reward for these parts, ma’am.” More than Abby could afford, he suspected.
He’d won a smile with his cowboy drawl, but it faded away. “I’ve got to get him back. He’s Skyler’s and Sky…he’s lost enough.”
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