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"What the fuck, what’s that little bitch doin’ here?" Deputy Micah Danvers’ enhanced senses caught the menacing whisper through the friendly chatter in White Deer’s June town hall craft fair. He zeroed in on two young cowboys, Deke Masters and Jared Marks, obviously liquored up and ready to rumble. Oh yeah, he’d had a run-in with them shortly after he’d come to town. Definitely troublemakers. Despite knowing he could handle them, Micah’s gut tightened. He purely hated dealing with mobs. They brought back bad memories. Someone bumped into him. His hands fisted. "Hey, sorry, Deputy Danvers," Juan, a young kid who lived with his mother above the town bakery, murmured before running over to his friends. "Sorry," Micah answered softly, even knowing the kid wouldn’t hear him. His face reddened at the slip. He forced himself to relax. His attention returned to the two cowboys, trying to see what they were up to. The crowd shifted, so Micah saw the men were glaring at a pretty young woman with long black hair and golden skin sitting at one of the craft tables. She smiled as she held up a handful of twigs, demonstrating something to the folks in front of her table. Micah frowned. Whoever she was, she was a stranger and he didn’t like strangers. Micah ate the same cereal for breakfast every morning. He always bought the same blue and brown shirts. He picked up plain white briefs. He liked everything the same and he liked knowing who was in town. He closed his eyes, trying to catch her scent. Citrus. She was wearing something like grapefruit. Micah tilted his head, not sure he liked it. It was...different. Kind of abrasive, but also strong, fresh. His cock hardened. And whoa, what the fuck was that? Survival instinct kicked in, warning him to stay far, far away from the new woman in town. Something about her smelt...forbidden. Micah was frowning when Mary Watson rejoined him, squeezing his arm as if to ask him what was up. He looked at her and felt vaguely embarrassed, as if he’d been caught. Keep it low key, asshole, he told himself when his gut clenched again. Don’t stand out. Mary worked as a secretary at the little town hall, so Micah saw her often. They’d become good friends. He liked her straightforward grey eyes and warm smile as well as the long brown hair that fell to her waist. "Did you find that gelding you were interested in looking at again?" he asked her. Mary nodded. "Be a good horse for your stable, cowboy," she said, arching an eyebrow at him. "Huh, don’t think so. My barn is almost as much a ruin as the cabin," Micah said. "And my roof leaks. Gotta fix that first." "He’s a beauty, Mike," Mary said, using the nickname she and some of the townspeople now occasionally used. In all the towns where he’d lived, Micah had never had a nickname before and somehow that made White Deer home even if it was dangerously close to the village where he’d grown up...and fled.