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gun? Was he crazy enough that he would play games?
    â€œYou’ll have the drop on the bank robbers,” he continued.
    â€œWhere do you fit into all this?” she finally asked, her voice scratchy.
    â€œThere will be a man behind one of the desks who sees you enter the bank,” he continued, not bothering to answer. “When he bumps the chair behind the desk, you’ll turn toward him. His gun will go off.” He drew in a deep breath. “The bullet will hit you center chest. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”
    â€œThere are doctors who can help you,” she said, then wondered if they might help her, too, because she had no idea how he was able to get her gun away from her. “I have to take you in.” She motioned with her gun. “Turn around and place your hands on the wall, feet spread. Don’t make any sudden moves or…or…I’ll shoot.” Her words lacked conviction and her hands were shaking. Her gut instinct kept telling her that if he were going to hurt her, he would have already had plenty of opportunity. What game did he play?
    He closed his eyes.
    The light in the hallway flickered, then popped before going out. She was suddenly surrounded by darkness. “Don’t move!” she threatened as cool air swooshed around her.

Chapter 3
    The front door slammed open. Bright morning light spilled from the hallway, momentarily blinding Raine.
    â€œOfficer Miles,” Ethan called from the front porch.
    Raine ducked into the hallway, leaning against the wall, heart beating faster than when Billy Ray asked her to the senior prom. What the hell happened?
    Get ahold of yoursel f ! You still have an intruder!
    For just a minute, he hadn’t seemed like an intruder.
    He’d caught her off guard, nothing more. She was tired and he wasn’t your run-of-the-mill intruder. The cowboy was sexy and he definitely filled out a pair of low-riding, snug-fitting jeans, but breaking and entering was still a crime and that made him a criminal. She knew there was more to it. He’d played her. That pissed her off. No one got the better of her. No one.
    She shot a look into the living room. There were too many dark corners and too much furniture. He could be hiding behind anything. The living room was a hodgepodge of pieces that were only good for gathering dust. She should’ve hauled most of the stuff to the attic, but her grandfather had looked so pitiful when she mentioned downsizing that she didn’t have the heart to make any changes. She was getting soft.
    â€œRaine?” Ethan asked. “You okay?”
    She’d forgotten her backup was still on the porch.
    â€œI’m okay, but I don’t see the intruder,” she said. “The bulb blew in the hallway and the room went dark. He probably used the opportunity to hide. The hallway is clear.” Her grip tightened on the gun. There was no way the guy could’ve made it past her. “He has to be in the living room.”
    Ethan moved down the hall to stand beside her. Raine had to admit the man was all business when it came to answering a call. He was a good cop, but knowing what he was doing didn’t make him less of an ass.
    â€œYou need to fix the front door so it doesn’t squeak,” he chastised.
    â€œI’m right on it,” she told him and was privileged to receive his infamous cold-eyed stare. One look from his steely gray eyes would have criminals ready to sign a confession. “Can we take care of the intruder before I start the projects on my to-do list?”
    His eyebrows drew together, and for a second she regretted her sarcasm. But only for a second. She was used to rocking the boat. When she had come home to Randolph and was immediately hired by Sheriff Barnes, the other deputies were pissed. Todd Bell from the next county over had planned to take the job. It didn’t matter that he found a better paying one in Dallas with a