With: Angi Morgan
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Thanks for having me back, Maureen! And Merry Christmas to all the JRS Readers. Book 1 in my new series the West Texas Watchmen is hitting shelves this week. So I thought I’d share an excerpt from THE SHERIFF. This portion is part of the scene where Andrea and Pete meet. It’s one of my favorites.
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“How’s that, Miss Allen?” the nurse asked, securing the last bit of elastic bandage around her wrist. Miraculously–to use her mother’s word–the slight ache was the only pain she experienced. Other than a headache from the concussion.
“Great. Thanks. Can I go now?”
“I just need to get the doctor’s signature and I can get your discharge papers.” The nurse put her supplies away, smiled prettily again at the annoying officer. “See you, Pete.”
“What’s your hurry?” the good-looking man asked as she left.
At first she thought he was flirting with the nurse. He dipped his dimpled chin, raised his eyebrows, expectantly waiting…
“Oh, you mean me? I’m not overly fond of hospitals.” Oh Lordy, he really had a dimpled chin. She was a sucker for that little cleft under rugged, nice lips. Whoa.
How could his straight brows rise even higher? It was as if getting asked a question made him feel guilty for not answering, or he assumed she’d seen a lot of hospitals. Either way, she immediately regretted giving the officer any insight into her character. “The answer to your question, Sheriff, is no. I haven’t escaped from a loony bin. I told you, I’m a PhD candidate working at the McDonald Observatory.”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“Your face says enough without your lips moving.” She covered her mouth with her good hand to make herself shut up. The annoying man just laughed and grinned even bigger. “What are you waiting on, anyway? I told you I can phone and get a ride home. The student I was covering for is already in Alpine. Somewhere.”
He pulled a cell from his pocket. “Use mine.”
She held her hand out, wincing at the soreness already setting into her muscles. It didn’t matter, she had no idea what Sharon’s number was without recovering her cell from the Viewing Area.
“I don’t know her number.”
She hated to think what a cab ride to the north side of Fort Davis would cost. If they even had cabs in Alpine, Texas, that traveled the fifty miles or so outside the city. She’d probably have to bribe the driver by paying him double.
“We tried to locate the owner of the car, but the listing is in Austin.”
“I did mention she’s a student.”
He stood straighter, slipping the cell back in his chest pocket. “To answer your question, I’m still here because I need your official statement and I thought you might need a ride back to wherever you’re staying in Fort Davis.”
“Oh. Thanks. That’s very considerate of you. I’m at the observatory, actually. I guess you do things differently here.”
“Spent a lot of time with the law back home?”
She just stared at him. The man was actually being extremely nice. And seemed to be charming. Part of his expressive nature, she surmised.
“We’d never get along.” She clamped her hand over her mouth again.
“I don’t know about that. I like a woman who speaks her mind. Kinda refreshing.”
“They gave me a pain pill. It must have gone straight to my mouth.”
He nodded and covered a grin by rubbing long fingers over his lips. “I was here before the pain pill. You weren’t exactly holding back then either.”
For some reason she wanted to push her hands through his slightly mussed hair and see the sandy waviness up close. Wow. What had the doctors given her to make her think like this? She had to remain professional.
“Do you think I did something wrong, Sheriff?”
“Please, my name’s Andrea.” She checked out her torn black jeans and ragged undershirt still stained with blood, not feeling like a Miss anything.
“Andrea. We’ve done some checking.”
“Don’t tell me, there weren’t any planes or helicopters flying in that area. So I actually saw a UFO.” She was trying to be cutesy or sarcastic or just funny. A giggle even escaped, but the expression on the officer’s face didn’t indicate that he was laughing with her. In fact, he looked dead serious. “I’m joking, you know.”
“You did mention that aliens were chasing you.”
“I was referring to illegal immigrants. Or maybe I was just delirious from being knocked out cold. I never once seriously thought I was being chased by an extraterrestrial, something foreign to this modern age of flying machines. I study the stars. I don’t live in them.” Exhausted, she wanted to lie back on the examining table and sleep. “I’m here working on my last dissertation.”
The room tilted. Or maybe she did. It was hard to tell. She was conscious of falling, knew it was about to happen before it did. The heaviness of her arms prevented her from stopping herself. She didn’t hit the floor.
Instead, a firm grip kept her in place, then lowered her to the pillow.
He had the best hands. Strong, short practical nails. Firm. And she shouldn’t forget how quick. He’d taken a step and caught her as she swayed.
“Maybe we should talk later?”
“I’m sorry, Sheriff.” She rubbed her head and winced at the little bump. “I’m…sort…of…woozy.”
“Not a problem. I’m not going anywhere. And it’s Pete.”
“I’m Andrea.” She could really get into liking that mouth of his. “You have a super-cute smile. Did I–” A yawn escaped and she almost couldn’t remember what she was saying. “Oh, yeah. Did I tell you I like your smile?”
“I think you did, Miss Allen. I think you need to get some shut-eye.”
She turned into his hand still holding her shoulder. She caught a clean musky scent before letting her heavy eyelids close and stay that way. “Can’t think of a better place to do it.”
Excerpt and Covers provided by Harlequin Enterprises.
THE SHERIFF excerpt at this time of year brings to mind the first year my husband and I were together at Christmas. He was building a train track for my son, got a lengthy splinter in his hand and spent several hours in the emergency room. Not exactly what we had planned for Christmas Eve. DO YOU HAVE ANY FUN (or unusual) holiday stories?
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ANGI MORGAN writes “Intrigues where honor and danger collide with love.” She combines actual Texas settings with characters who are in realistic and dangerous situations. Angi's work has been a finalist in the Bookseller’s Best Award, Romantic Times Best First Series, Carolyn Readers Choice, Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and the Daphne du Maurier.