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Sitting on a bench in the Red Rock, Colorado train station, Sara Carleton stared at the number on her cell phone's screen. Should she call her father, or not? He'd still be angry, but he'd be worried, too. She should at least let him know she was all right. She punched the Send button and held the phone to her ear. "Carleton residence," said a familiar voice. As she'd expected, her father's household manager answered the call. "Hello, Foster, it's Sara." "Miss Sara! Hold on. I'll get your father right away." She pictured him, in his uniform of white shirt, black slacks and vest, hurrying off to summon his employer, J. Edward Carleton, III. While she waited, Sara gazed around the train station. Red Rock was not her final destination. She'd begun her journey yesterday from her home in Long Island, New York, intending to travel across the country to California. Late this afternoon, the conductor announced a delay of several hours in Red Rock, while engine repairs were made. Her gaze roved over the busy ticket counter, a cafe's arched doorway, and landed on a newsstand, where a man stood reading a newspaper. A brown cowboy hat hid most of his face, but his broad shoulders, lean waist, and long legs in hip-hugging jeans were in full view. The man looked up, and, as though he'd known someone observed him, his gaze shot straight to her. Deep-set, dark eyes widened, and then narrowed in a sexy way. A shiver of excitement sped down Sara's spine. They continued to stare across the room, not even breaking contact when people passed between them. Although certain she'd never seen the man before, she had the craziest feeling she somehow knew him. ###
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