belong in Montan

small. She came from somewhere slicker - a sharp-edged suburb of Chicago where people

men with suits and emotional const

he l

ed to.Teacher. Therapist-in-training. Photographer for a year. Once, she even flirted wi

And kids didn't flinch from people w

tations forget what they were pumping. Her body was all long lines and quiet curves, the kind that made other women suspicious before they heard her laugh and realized she di

geon with a god complex and a taste for guilt-tripping. He to

ike perfume," he'd said once.

to be held," sh

asn't entir

t and long silences that didn't need filling. She wanted

when she read Rosie Hart's file - smart, sensitive, home-schooled by a reclusive father wi

hat doesn't l

r that much... maybe there'

something about Cole Hart intrigued her. The way he looked at his daughter, like she was the last piece of light in a world gone dark

urn. And something in Eve - something old and

turned off the radio and let the silence fill the Jeep. Her hand hovered

tered to herself, a slow

e knew she'd already started