The last thing an heiress needs is to be suspected of being not only a saloon girl, but also a thief. Especially when the one doing the suspecting is the town's handsome sheriff.
Phoebe Reed made the mistake of going into town. Maybe that wasn't the mistake. Maybe it was staying in town after dark. Or maybe it was running into the saloon girl. Or maybe it was lying about the stolen wallet the saloon girl slipped her. Maybe it was a series of mistakes that have left her in hot water with the town's hunky sheriff, Rance Connelly.
Rance takes his job as the town's law seriously. He managed the lawlessness with a sensible head and a no-nonsense manner. He knows this woman's lying to him. He just can't peg why. He also knows she's not a saloon girl. Why won't she tell him her name? Why won't she confess to stealing the wallet?
He's got a mystery to solve but darned if his heart doesn't get in the way of his head when it comes to the mysterious unnamed woman.
