“She sounds like a pistol,” he said, throwing his arm around my shoulder as casually as if we’d known each other for years. “But then, I’m not surprised. Any last piece of advice before I meet her?”
“Yeah,” I said, fitting my arm around his waist and slipping my left hand in the back pocket of his Levi’s. Felt fine, real fine. “Whatever you do, don’t turn your back on her.”
Berkley Prime Crime Books by Earlene Fowler
THE SADDLEMAKER’S WIFE
LOVE MERCY
The Benni Harper Mysteries
FOOL’S PUZZLE
IRISH CHAIN
KANSAS TROUBLES
GOOSE IN THE POND
DOVE IN THE WINDOW
MARINER’S COMPASS
SEVEN SISTERS
ARKANSAS TRAVELER
STEPS TO THE ALTAR
SUNSHINE AND SHADOW
BROKEN DISHES
DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS
TUMBLING BLOCKS