Valentines Day. Denver.
Dani wasn’t the only author signing books in six cities. Her publisher was calling them the Valentine’s Six Pack. By some strange twist of fate, she was the only one who chose to wear red, the others having opted for virginal white.
It was harder than she expected to land in the mile high, to walk off the plane without hoping he’d be there waiting. Happy endings paid her bills. It was a good thing her finances didn’t depend on the lonesome lawman. He wasn’t there. Caroline was.
“You don’t look like you’ve been through hell,” she had said with a broad smile after they had hugged.
“If you could see under the make-up you wouldn’t say that,” Dani had answered. There was a radio interview. She became an actress again as she assured the citizens of the city that she d
