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“Think nothing of it.” Colton leaned against a post, watching.
“Yes, thank you,” Dallas agreed, sliding his gun back into its holster. “Megan, why did you come here? When I looked out and saw it was you they had, I nearly had a heart attack.”
“I wanted to surprise ye.”
“And surprise me, you did.”
“Well, all’s well that ends well.” Colton smiled, casually watching the men across the street. “But I’m afraid it’s not over yet. I have a feeling that it’s going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better.”
Dallas knew he was right. He just hoped Megan didn’t get hurt in the crossfire.
Chapter 10
Megan
Megan headed into the bank to wait for Dallas. When she had seen him face off with the gang, her heart had leapt into her throat. The only thing she could think of was that she couldn’t lose him. Not like that.
She was so proud of Dallas for standing his ground against the gang, but scared for his safety, too. After the gang went to the hotel, the only thing she could do was to hold him. She had been so scared that the outlaws would shoot him down, especially after they found out that Dallas had killed their brothers. But, luckily, the sheriff and Colton had arrived just in time.
By the way that Dallas’s men and the other men in the town stood up for him, Megan could tell that everyone cared for him, and not just because he was the richest man in town. No, all of them genuinely cared about him. Megan had a feeling that, in this town, having money didn’t mean as much to the people as one’s integrity.
Outside, Dallas’s guards stepped aside, and her heart fluttered when he walked through the door. Even though other people needed his attention, he crossed the room to her in a few short strides and pulled her into his arms. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” When he pulled back, he pushed away a strand of her hair, gazing into her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about it and I’m so sorry about how I behaved at the party—”
“Shh,” she cooed, gently pressing a finger to his lips. “It’s okay.”
“I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.” He let out a deep breath, gazing deeply into her eyes. “Did they hurt you at all?”
Megan shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” She nodded toward Jake. “Before you came out, Jake was looking out for me.”
Dallas nodded as he glanced over at Jake, still standing outside. “I’ll tell you what.” Dallas walked her toward a long wooden bench against the right wall. “Let me take you to dinner. I would take you to the restaurant here in Whiskey River, but with the gang hanging around outside the hotel, I don’t want to put you in harm’s way. So, how about I take you to Laramie?”
Megan’s eyebrows rose. “For dinner?”
Dallas nodded as if traveling all the way to Laramie for dinner was the most normal thing in the world. “Sure. Why not?”
Megan let out a deep breath. “It’s getting a bit late, but I have an idea.” A smile lit her lips. “Let me take care of it.”
He arched an eyebrow, smiling.
“I’ll have everything ready when ye get home.” Megan quickly kissed his cheek, suddenly excited. She rushed toward the door.
“Megan, wait.” Dallas motioned for one of his men to come over. “Milo, would you mind guarding Megan? Stay with her and see to it that she gets home safely.”
The tall, muscular man nodded. “I’ll keep her safe. Don’t worry.”
“Thank you.” Dallas turned back to Megan and held her shoulders. “Please, stay safe. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
Megan blushed as he tenderly kissed her forehead. “I will. You stay safe, too.”
He nodded and held her hand for as long as possible as she walked away.
Megan rushed out and headed toward the General Store. Milo kept a safe distance as he followed her, continually checking their surroundings until she walked inside.
“Hello, Mrs. King!” a woman greeted her as she walked in, her brown hair pulled tightly into a severe bun, making her pointed nose more prominent. Megan recognized her as the woman who had pulled her into the bank, and she also remembered seeing her at the ball. “My name is Mrs. Carson. My husband and I own this store. And if there’s anything you need—”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is,” she replied in a rush. “I’m making a picnic dinner tonight for Mr. King and meself. Can ye help me?”
“Why, of course!” Mrs. Carson chirped. “What would you like to make for him?”
