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  He stood behind her, her scent wrapping around him in a sensual cocoon, and he realized he was in serious trouble

  The stance was too intimate, their bodies way too close. There was no way he could prevent his reaction to her as she wriggled to get into shooting position.

  When her gun sagged in her hands, he clenched his teeth in frustration at their enforced proximity but reached around her to help hold the gun. “This time, don’t close your eyes. It’ll make it easier to see if you hit your target.”

  “How will I know if I’m on target?” Kelly demanded and he realized she was playing word games with him. He didn’t know if he wanted to turn her around and kiss her or turn and walk away.

  “You’ll know.”

  She aimed again, and shot. And when the bullets rang out, she flung herself around in his arms, a pleased grin on her face. “I did it!”

  “But you didn’t hit anything.”

  “Not yet.” And that’s when she planted a kiss on Wade’s lips.

  Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,

  We have another month of spine-tingling romantic thrillers lined up for you—starting with the much anticipated second book in Joanna Wayne’s tantalizing miniseries duo, HIDDEN PASSIONS: FULL MOON MADNESS. In Just Before Dawn, a reclusive mountain man vows to get to the bottom of a single mother’s terrifying nightmares before darkness closes in.

  Award-winning author Leigh Riker makes an exciting debut in the Harlequin Intrigue line this May with Double Take. Next, pulses race out of control in Mask of a Hunter by Sylvie Kurtz—the second installment in THE SEEKERS—when a tough operative’s cover story as doting lover to a pretty librarian threatens to blow up.

  Be there from the beginning of our brand-new in-line continuity, SHOTGUN SALLYS! In this exciting trilogy, three young women friends uncover a scandal in the town of Mustang Valley, Texas, that puts their lives—and the lives of the men they love—on the line. Don’t miss Out for Justice by Susan Kearney.

  To wrap up a month of can’t-miss romantic suspense, Doreen Roberts debuts in the Harlequin Intrigue line with Official Duty, the next title in our COWBOY COPS thematic promotion. It’s a double-murder investigation that forces a woman out of hiding to face her perilous past…and her pent-up feelings for the sexy sheriff who still has her heart in custody. Last but certainly not least, Emergency Contact by Susan Peterson—part of our DEAD BOLT promotion—is an edgy psychological thriller about a traumatized amnesiac who may have been brainwashed to do the unthinkable….

  Enjoy all our selections this month!

  Sincerely,

  Denise O’Sullivan

  Senior Editor,

  Harlequin Intrigue

  OUT FOR JUSTICE

  SUSAN KEARNEY

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Susan Kearney used to set herself on fire four times a day. Now she does something really hot—she writes romantic suspense. While she no longer performs her signature fire dive (she’s taken up figure skating), she never runs out of ideas for characters and plots. A business graduate from the University of Michigan, Susan writes full-time. She resides in a small town outside Tampa, Florida, with her husband and children and a spoiled Boston terrier. Visit her at www.SusanKearney.com.

  Books by Susan Kearney

  HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

  340—TARA’S CHILD

  378—A BABY TO LOVE

  410—LULLABY DECEPTION

  428—SWEET DECEPTION

  456—DECEIVING DADDY

  478—PRIORITY MALE

  552—A NIGHT WITHOUT END

  586—CRADLE WILL ROCK*

  590—LITTLE BOYS BLUE*

  594—LULLABY AND GOODNIGHT*

  636—THE HIDDEN YEARS†

  640—HIDDEN HEARTS†

  644—LOVERS IN HIDING†

  682—ROYAL TARGET**

  686—ROYAL RANSOM**

  690—ROYAL PURSUIT**

  705—DADDY TO THE RESCUE††

  709—DEFENDING THE HEIRESS††

  713—SAVING THE GIRL NEXT DOOR††

  774—OUT FOR JUSTICE

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Kelly McGovern—The great-great-granddaughter of Shotgun Sally and Mustang Valley’s most infamous citizen. Kelly is determined to pierce the veil of secrecy around her brother Andrew’s death, even if it means moving in with the town’s bad boy to protect her.

  Wade Lansing—Mustang Valley’s original bad boy and Andrew’s best friend.

  Sheriff Ben Wilson—Honest law enforcer or man with his own agenda?

  Jonathan Dixon—A law school colleague of Andrew’s with a chip on his shoulder and a grudge the size of Texas.

  Mayor Mickey Daniels—He’ll do almost anything to win his reelection—but does that include murder?

  Debbie West—Andrew’s fiancée and woman with a secret past.

  Niles Deagen—Oilman extraordinaire or a man on the verge of bankruptcy?

  Lindsey Wellington—New to Mustang Valley and Lambert & Church, she’s determined to get to the bottom of Andrew’s mysterious death, especially if it helps out her new friends Kelly and Cara.

  Cara Hamilton—A fledgling reporter and Kelly’s best friend.

  Andrew McGovern—Kelly’s brother lost his life much too soon. But was the fire that caused his death really an accident…or arson?

  Shotgun Sally—The legendary frontierswoman influences the lives of Kelly, Lindsey and Cara in their quest for the truth!

  For Phyllis and Sy Dresser

  Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Prologue

  “Hi, short-stuff. What’s up?” Andrew McGovern answered his sister, Kelly’s, phone call with such enthusiasm that if she hadn’t known better, she wouldn’t have guessed he’d just worked an eighteen-hour day.

  “It’s after midnight,” Kelly pointed out with sisterly affection. Andrew might amuse himself with his gadgets, like the caller ID that had told him she was on the line before he’d picked up the phone, but she’d bet her new diamond-bezel Rolex her parents had given her for a college graduation present that her brother hadn’t checked the time in hours.

  Papers rustled. She pictured Andrew behind his battered desk in the annex of his law office of Lambert & Church, his tie and jacket thrown over the back of a spare chair, his desk a mountain of papers, his file cabinet half-open, his eyes bleary despite the numerous cups of black coffee he’d drunk to keep him awake.

  “And?” he asked.

  “Don’t you have anything better to do than work on Saturday night?”

  “Nag. Nag. Nag.” Andrew chuckled. “Short-stuff, if you aren’t careful, you’ll start sounding just like Mom. And if, like her, you want to know if I’m still engaged to Debbie, I am. In fact, I’m bringing her to breakfast at the house tomorrow morning.”

  Kelly sucked in her breath. Mom and Dad didn’t approve of Debbie West’s family and they certainly wouldn’t be pleased about his engagement. Andrew’s fiancée lived on an impoverished ranch just outside of Mustang Valley, Texas, about an hour north of town, with her alcoholic father and no-good brother. While Andrew seemed oblivious to his parents’ reservations about his current relationship, Kelly’s stomach knotted. She didn’t like discord. Doing what her parents expected of her was so much easier than butting heads.

  She’d always enjoyed h
er parents’ approval, making straight As, being popular in school and avoiding trouble. Sure, sometimes she’d rather have been out partying than hitting the books on a regular basis, but she had discipline, something the brilliant Andrew, who often worked through the night but then didn’t go into the office for another two days, knew nothing about. And she’d never understood why her older brother seemed so intent on riling up the folks by choosing friends from the other side of Mustang Valley. Like Andrew’s best friend, that renegade Wade Lansing, who owned the Hit ’Em Again Saloon, and Debbie West, a high-school dropout who worked at a local diner.

  Daddy had worked hard to buy the biggest house in Mustang Valley, and Mama had spent half her life decorating it. Kelly had enjoyed teen parties by the pool during high school and had been proud to bring home college friends to stay during vacations. Her best friend Cara Hamilton might not be as wealthy as the McGoverns, but she came from a middle-class home just a few streets away and now lived in a new apartment complex with nicely landscaped grounds and all the amenities, including a spa and security system. And she had a respectable career as a fledgling reporter. While her brother turned up his nose at the McGovern life-style, Kelly liked having her own horse and the pretty Jaguar Daddy had bought her after graduation. She saw nothing wrong with appreciating the finer things in life.

  However, Andrew seemed to take pleasure in thumbing his nose at convention and the family. He hung out with whomever he pleased and rarely brought them home. Although he’d never been in serious trouble, Andrew had enjoyed racing his souped-up Mustang with dual chrome exhausts down Main Street and spying on the girls skinny-dipping at Half-Moon Lake. All harmless pranks—but ones that could have led to more serious trouble. Then, after finishing law school, instead of joining their father’s oil company, he’d chosen to work at Lambert & Church, happily taking pro bono cases and mixing with all kinds of lowlifes, even criminals, as well as high-paying clients.

  “Andrew! I think the only reason you date Debbie is to rile Mom and Dad.” Kelly’s older brother might hang out with some unusual people, but nevertheless the siblings were close. She enjoyed teasing him, especially about his friends. “I thought I should warn you…Dad still wants you to work for him. He’s going to make you another offer.”

  “I wish he wouldn’t. I’m happy here. Busy. Needed.” More papers rustled, and she suspected she had only half his attention. “In fact, I’m working on something real interesting.”

  His car alarm interrupted their conversation.

  Andrew swore. “That stray cat must have jumped on my car, again, no doubt leaving sandy paw prints all over it, never mind waking everyone within a quarter-mile radius. Gotta go. See you tomorrow.”

  “Bye.” She set the phone back in its cradle with a shake of her head, turned off her light and pulled up her covers. She wouldn’t have fallen asleep so easily if she’d known that was the last time she and her brother would ever speak.

  Chapter One

  Six Weeks Later

  “Andrew’s dead.” Though Cara spoke to Kelly in her brash, no-nonsense reporter’s voice, there was a catch in it. “And whatever you do isn’t ever going to bring him back.”

  “I know.” Kelly hugged her friend. If not for Cara’s support, she didn’t know how she would have made it through the past forty-two days. “Just hear me out.”

  “Okay.” Cara plunked herself down on Kelly’s bed, ran her fingers through her short red curls and stared at her through hazel eyes filled with concern and sorrow. A few years ago, Cara had been engaged to Andrew, but they’d mutually ended their relationship and remained friends.

  Kelly tried to shove down her own grief over Andrew’s death long enough to put her thoughts in order, thoughts that hadn’t left her since the morning Andrew’s body was found. “According to Sheriff Ben Wilson’s report, an eyewitness saw Andrew chase the cat from his car, turn off his alarm and return to his office. But there was no witness to the fire that started in the annex of Lambert & Church sometime during the night.”

  “Word is it was an electrical short, though the fire department is still investigating. Any reason you’re suspicious it was something else?”

  “Nothing concrete.” But Kelly just couldn’t let go. Not when the facts didn’t add up. Kelly might have grown up the pampered princess of well-to-do parents, she might not have the bold brashness of Cara, but she had her own kind of genteel determination that had seen her through college and had left her with her pick of law schools.

  She liked to believe that her toughness came to her from her grandmother’s grandmother on her mother’s side. Shotgun Sally had been a legend around this part of Texas for well over a century. Dozens of stories about her abounded, and one of Kelly’s favorites was how the aristocratic-born widow lady had come out west at age twenty to start over and make a new life for herself and her sons. Now Kelly had suffered the loss of a dear family member—just like her famous ancestor. Somehow she would survive because surely a smidgen of Shotgun Sally’s toughness ran in Kelly’s blood.

  Thoughtful, Kelly twisted a finger around a blond lock. “There was no witness to Andrew’s death.” A death probably from smoke inhalation since his badly burned body had been found still sitting in his chair. That he’d died in his sleep was little consolation to Kelly and her devastated parents.

  Andrew might have been a rebel, but he’d been well loved. The entire town of Mustang Valley had turned out for his funeral and to pay their respects, including Debbie West, who’d arrived with her eyes red and swollen from crying. And Kelly had never seen Andrew’s best friend, saloon owner Wade Lansing, so somber as when he acted as one of the pall-bearers. Dressed in an immaculate black suit, shirt and tie that she wouldn’t have suspected he owned, Wade had looked forbidding and dangerous, but had done Andrew proud, standing tall and strong beside her daddy, Sheriff Wilson, Mayor Daniels, and Donald Church and Paul Lambert, senior partners of the law firm where Andrew had worked.

  Her father had tried and failed to remain stoic during the funeral, and he’d aged ten years in the past six weeks, his white hair thinning, the circles under his eyes darkening. Beneath her Vera Wang veil, her mother had wept copiously and Kelly should have been crying, too. But she couldn’t. She was too angry at Andrew for dying. Too upset with the sheriff who couldn’t give her any explanations why her brother hadn’t even tried to get out of the first floor of a burning building.

  Her world no longer made sense and she needed to put it in order before she could go on with her life. Finding answers for Andrew and herself might not be her specialty, but she was a fast learner and she fully intended to search for the truth.

  “If someone else had been around, they would have gotten Andrew up and out of there.” Cara’s special brand of reporter logic made her good at figuring things out.

  Kelly picked up a brush and ran it through her hair, not because her shoulder-length hair needed brushing but because she found the action soothing. “That night when I spoke to Andrew he was awake and excited. I have difficulty believing that he fell asleep so soundly that the smoke didn’t wake him.”

  “The fire broke out at two in the morning. He must have been exhausted.” Cara stood, took the brush from Kelly and tossed it on the marble and gold cosmetic table.

  Kelly frowned at her. “Andrew was always the lightest of sleepers. Remember how picky he was about his sheets?”

  “Huh?”

  “Surely you haven’t forgotten our sleep-over back in middle school when you put your puppy in Andrew’s bed and she left a little sand behind.”

  Cara nodded with a chuckle. “Who would have thought a few grains of sand would keep Andrew tossing and turning all night? Or that he’d retaliate with an ice cold glass of water at 7 a.m.”

  “My brother required six pillows to sleep, propping up his knees and back. And now the sheriff expects me to believe that Andrew fell asleep in an uncomfortable office chair? It’s just not possible.”

  Cara’s eyes
glimmered with interest. “You questioned Sheriff Wilson?”

  Kelly shrugged. “Yeah. And he gave me a patronizing hug and told me he would look into my suspicions. Then I asked Paul Lambert what Andrew had been working on, and he just patted me on the head and told me the work was confidential. I don’t know how you investigate your stories. People don’t take me seriously.”

  “That’s because you’re…”

  Kelly raised a perfectly arched brow. “What?”

  “Polite.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with good manners.”

  Except that six weeks after Andrew’s death, Kelly had no more answers than she’d had the morning she’d been told he’d died. But she was determined to find out exactly what had happened that night. She just wasn’t sure how to go about investigating.

  However, Cara did know, and Kelly would eventually learn from her friend how to obtain the information she desired. Kelly might be polite but she knew how to get around Cara. “So you studied investigative journalism. Where should I start? What should I do? How should I act? What should I wear?”

  Cara rubbed her forehead. “What if there’s nothing to find? Can you live with that?”

  Kelly stood, appreciating her height that allowed her to look down on her shorter friend. Andrew might have called Kelly short-stuff because she was a good eight inches shorter than his six-foot-two, but now she looked down her nose and used her most charming grin on Cara. “I just want to find out the truth. You of all people should understand.”

  “Of course I do, but… Look, Kelly. It’s like this. While I was working for the high school newspaper on that exposé of the football coach and the school secretary, you were the head cheerleader. And in college—”

  “Hey, I studied damn hard.”

  “I know you did, sweetie. Maybe you could investigate the society page or the travel section or—”

  “Give advice to the rich and famous?”