“Do you want to keep my pistol with you?”
“No, thanks, I have my own.”
That surprised her. “Snakes in the big city, too?”
“The worst kind,” Leif admitted. “The nutcases and grief-stricken family members who think I helped free a guilty defendant.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
She stopped at her bedroom door, afraid she was a few heated breaths away from issuing the invitation to join her in her shower and in her bed. She needed a closed door between them, quick.
“Would you lock up once you get your gun?” she asked.
“You got it.”
He leaned in close. One finger trailed a path from her forehead to her lips. Her defenses plummeted. Anticipation curled in her stomach, and wispy waves of heat knotted in her chest.
His mouth found hers and she melted.
Unrepentant
Cowboy
Joanna Wayne
JOANNA WAYNE was born and raised in Shreveport, Louisiana, and received her undergraduate and graduate degrees from LSU Shreveport. She moved to New Orleans in 1984, and it was there that she attended her first writing class and joined her first professional writing organization. Her debut novel, Deep in the Bayou, was published in 1994.
Now, dozens of published books later, Joanna has made a name for herself as being on the cutting edge of romantic suspense in both series and single-title novels. She has been on the Waldenbooks bestseller list for romance and has won many industry awards. She is also a popular speaker at writing organizations and local community functions and has taught creative writing at the University of New Orleans Metropolitan College.
Joanna currently resides in a small community forty miles north of Houston, Texas, with her husband. Though she still has many family and emotional ties to Louisiana, she loves living in the Lone Star State. You may write Joanna at PO Box 852, Montgomery, Texas 77356, USA.
To my good friend Deedee, who always loves my books, and to my own children and grandchildren, who inspire me to write about loving families.
And a special thanks to my readers, who keep buying my books year after year and still ask for more.
You keep my spirits up and make writing worthwhile even when the going gets tough.
Contents
Chapter One
“We, the jury, find the defendant, Edward Blanco, not guilty on all counts in the murder of Evelyn Cox.”
A synchronized gasp filled the courtroom accompanied by cries of horror and heartbreak from Evelyn’s family. They knew that justice had not been served.
Members of the defense team pounded Leif Dalton on the back and reached for his hand. Edward Blanco flashed the same innocent smile he’d displayed for the jury through weeks of testimony. Only this time contempt for the trial and everyone connected with it burned in his ebony eyes.
Leif avoided eye contact as Blanco expressed his gratitude in gloating terms. Then Leif turned and managed a nod toward the judge and jury. The handshakes Leif exchanged with members of his defense team were forced and meaningless.
For the second time in his life, he was almost certain he’d helped a killer escape punishment and walk free to likely kill again—unless someone killed him first.
The prosecution hadn’t had a chance. The evidence to convict Blanco simply hadn’t been there. Everything their lead attorney fed the jury was strictly circumstantial, and that wasn’t enough for jury members anymore.
They wanted the kind of proof they witnessed every week in countless TV police procedurals. They wanted a DNA match. They wanted a killer who looked like a killer instead of the handsome, sophisticated man you’d choose for your own daughter to marry.
But he couldn’t fault the jury for being fooled by Blanco. Leif had had his doubts about the man when the
