Chapter 9
In spite of her heavy foot on the gas pedal, it took Meg ten minutes to make the drive to Dupuis Town. From the corner of her eye she could see Genevieve clinging to the “oh s**t” bar.
“You’re a cowboy, you know that?”
Meg couldn’t help grinning, although she kept her head turned away so her once and future lover didn’t see. “Just relax, Dale.”
“Dale?”
“She was Roy Rogers’s—” She stopped herself from saying wife, which wasn’t what she’d meant, anyhow. “—partner,” she inserted smoothly.
“Hah.”
Meg winced at the sudden flare of pain that took up residence behind her forehead. She’d had mild headaches for the past month or so, and they’d usually start when she rolled into Dupuis Town. They’d stop after she left, so she assumed the headaches were caused by the more or less tox
