- issued weapon and badge .
“Who the hell are you?” Gerald asked, stealing Jonathan ’s question again . As sheriff of Prospect Springs , he should have been faster with comments but the thought of Molly Cogan had him a mental mess. She’d always done that to him.
The man smiled, and Jonathan knew instantly that the m an was deadly just from the way he carried himself. When he winked and spoke, Jonathan added touched in the head to that as well. “I’m Cole Griffin. The man those dirt bags are looking for.”
Cole Griffin? The fiancé?
The dirt bags in question all drew upon him. Jonathan entertained doing it himself but held back. The man didn’t seem to notice or care that he was standing on the wrong end of countless guns . In a flash, the woman in the blue dress was rushing out and toward the man. “Cole, what’s going…?”
She froze as the men leveled th eir weapons on her. “That’s her ! That’s Molly!” on e of them shouted. The woman licked her lower lip and Parker let out another throaty growl. Had th e woman really been Molly, Jonathan would have decked his own kin over a grunt that full of lust.
It didn’t really matter who the girl was. She was in danger and his sense of honor wouldn’t let harm come to her. Pulling his own black leather jacket back, Jonathan touched his side arm. Over thirteen inches of perfection. He never left home without it. The urge to sh o ot the man identifying himself as Cole Griffin was still there. Jonathan resisted. “All right, folks. It would appear we have a slight problem here. As Sheriff , I’d like to take a — ”
Half the outsiders turned and aimed at him, not looking as though they cared he was the law. In fact, they seemed awfully eager for the chance to take out a lawman.
Eli laughed. “Way to go, jackass.”
The girl in the blue dress stood tall. “You won’t take me alive.”
“Lynn?” Cole asked, his brown eyes widening. “Don’t you dare draw their fire . ”
Lynn.
Jonathan committed the name to memory. The outsiders didn’t seem to notice the man’s slip. They kept their weapons trained on the girl. She glared at them as if daring them to kill her . “Go ahead! Shoot! I’m sick of being hunted by you! Kill me and claim the fame. Do it! ”
Parker dodged forward, rushing past any and all that stood between h im and the woman named Lynn. He shoved his body in front of hers in a protective manner and glared at the men. “You’ll not harm her. She’s under my protection now. ”
Eli let out a low whistle. “Never did I see that coming. Saw-bones is a born skirt - chaser. Think he might have T he F ever or something? He’s always doctorin’ folks with w eir d a il ments. ”
Well , if The Fever included an uncontrollable urge to protect a woman , then his brother most certainly had caught it. He could only hope Parker’s case was curable. Jonathan knew his own case wasn’t. Molly had infected him long ago and he knew he’d never get her out of his veins. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. His exploits of the female persuasion were legendary — so was the fact he refused to commit.
“Are you stupid?” Lynn asked, giving Parker a good shove. At five - eight, she was tall by female standards but short compared the MacSweeny boys. Still, she mana ged to get Parker to budge ever so slightly, shocking Jonathan . “Move ! T hey’ll gun you down to get to me.”
“Then so be it.”
Jonathan shook his head. Parker was bound to get himself killed without some serious intervention. “Parker, get her and your ass out of there. We’ll take care of our guests. We’ll even be sweet enough to give ‘em that welcome speech you had worked out. ”
“Parker?” the girl asked. She glanced at Jonathan and Eli and her eyes widened. “That means one of you is Jonathan . ”
The feel of a cold, hard barrel pressed against the back of Jonathan ’s head. Cursing himself for letting his guard down, he put his hands up as his