Ruby nodded resignedly. She sat finishing her water while Cliff was put through a second time to the LVMPD. Detective James expressed appropriate concern.

“Can you post a watch on her?” he asked.

“Consider it done.”

At his remark, Ruby arched her brows.

Lovely brows, he observed. Elegant and graceful.

Cliff warned himself to stay strong. Women in trouble were a weakness of his and had landed him into trouble before.

“She needs to pull off this switch with her sister,” Detective James said. “Crowley’s one sly pervert, and he’s not the kind to give up easily, as his previous record shows.”

“I’ll do everything I can.”

Cliff finished his conversation with the detective, promising to check in with the man on a daily basis. For his part, Detective James would bring Crowley into the station for another face-to-face. There’d be repercussions for him violating the order of protection.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Cliff took the seat next to Ruby. “Detective James agrees with me that while Crowley found your number, he has no idea you’re in Sweetheart.”

“You can’t be sure.”

“Which is why James is putting a tail on Crowley. In the meantime, we’re going to keep pretending you’re Scarlett. It makes the best sense. He’s after you, not her.”

“Forget it. Obviously I’m no good at pretending to be Scarlett. I didn’t fool you for even five minutes.”

“I’ll help you pull it off. On two conditions.”

She sent him a look.

“First, you need a new cell phone. Better yet, I’ll buy it for you. A disposable one. The only people you give the number to are your sister, Detective James, me and Sam.”

“Scarlett’s boss?”

“He and Annie need to be included.”

“They’ll fire Scarlett.”

“They won’t. Not after I talk to them.”

Ruby pursed her mouth. Her pretty mouth.

Cliff had kissed it. Solely to discern her identity. If he were to do it again...

No. That kind of thinking had to stop this instant. Ruby McPhee was duty. Obligation. Nothing more.

“I’m not sure...”

“Sam’s the kind of guy you want in your corner,” Cliff said. “He’ll understand why you and your sister switched places.”

“I can’t put the ranch in danger.” Determination flashed in her eyes. The kind of determination that had caused her to act quickly during the attack. “Not the owners and certainly not their guests. I’ll just stay in the trailer until the arraignment.”

“Use your head, Ruby. This guy’s looking for you and, by your own admission, he’s smart and resourceful. He can track Scarlett to Sweetheart in hopes of finding you.”

“My point exactly. The trailer’s safe. I’ll be out of sight.”

“You’ll be a sitting duck. The lock on that tin can wouldn’t keep out a five year old.”

“I’ll install a new one.”

“Which will hold him off for a minute at most.”

He could see his argument was beginning to make sense to her. Also that, despite the brave front she put up, she was scared.

“I’ll have a dead bolt installed. Just in case. And window locks. Leave the bedroom light on at night. Either me, my deputy or Sam will drive by every hour. If the light’s off, we’ll investigate.”

“Sam? I can’t ask that of him.”

“Knowing Sam, he’ll insist. And because a lot can happen in an hour, I’ll post a guard.”

“A guard?” Her eyes widened.

“The best one around. No one gets past him.”

“Who is he?”

“You’ll see. I’ll bring him by tonight.”

“I didn’t intend to involve anybody else when I came here. This is my problem.”

“We take care of our own in Sweetheart.”

“But I’m not from Sweetheart.”

“Your sister is. And you are by association.”

She looked as if she didn’t quite believe his reason. Well, Cliff didn’t quite believe it, either. His interest in Ruby and his desire to help her went beyond civic responsibility.

“What’s the second condition?” she asked.

“You go with me to the square dance tomorrow.”

“You’re kidding, of course.”

“If you’re going to pretend to be Scarlett, you have to lead her life. She and I are—were—seeing each other. Also, the more we’re together, the more I can protect you. If Crowley finds his way to Sweetheart, he’ll think twice about approaching you with me in the picture.”

She dropped her head and groaned.

“I understand it’s a lot to take in all at once.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“You need to decide quickly, Ruby. We’re already drawing attention by spending so much time in here alone.”

“I suppose you’re right. About telling Sam and Annie.”

“They’ll help you with the ins and outs of Scarlett’s job.”

“Her job!” Ruby’s gaze darted to the clock on the wall. “I’m supposed to be leading a trail ride in thirty minutes.” She shot to her feet. “I forgot all about it.”

“Relax.”

“Oh, God. I have no idea what I’m doing. This was an insane idea. One of the other wranglers will have to take over for me.

“Don’t worry.” Cliff steered her out of the kitchen. “They always send two wranglers.”

At the front door, she dug in her heels. “I haven’t been on a horse in eleven years. And I’ve never ridden in the mountains before.”

He turned her toward him and gripped her by the shoulders. “You can do this.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Sure you can. You fought off Crowley by yourself. Compared to that, a trail ride is a piece of cake.” He made an instantaneous decision. “And I’ll be with you the entire time.”

Chapter Three

Ruby struggled not to squirm beneath Sam Wyler’s intense scrutiny.

“Man, it’s weird.” He knocked back the brim of his cowboy hat and scratched his forehead. “I can’t tell you apart.”

At least he hadn’t kissed her in order to determine who was who.

“I’m sorry about trying to fool you,” Ruby said.

“I understand why you did it. You’re scared, and it sounds like you have good reason to be.” He gave her another lingering once-over. “Scarlett mentioned a sister but not that you two were twins.”

“If you don’t want me filling in for her, it’s quite all right.” Despite Cliff’s advice that she play the part of Scarlett, Ruby remained convinced hiding out in the trailer was the best option.

“I have no problem. As long as you can ride.”

“It’s been a while, but I think I can manage. Learning the trails may take a few days.”

“I’m going with her,” Cliff volunteered.

He hadn’t left her side once from the moment they exited the house. They’d found Sam and a wrangler readying horses for the trail ride—something Ruby, or Scarlett, should be doing as part of her job. Sam must have stepped in to help when she and Cliff took so long in the kitchen.

Across from the corrals, guests milled about, watching the process of saddling a dozen horses with either fascination, excitement or, in the case of one middle-aged woman, stark fear.

“I’ll go on the ride instead of her,” Sam offered.

Cliff countered the suggestion. “I think she should stick to Scarlett’s regular job routine. She’ll draw less attention that way.”

“What about the guests?” Ruby asked. “Will they be safe?”

“Crowley doesn’t like crowds. Even when he approached your coworker, it was at night, in an empty parking lot.”

That much was true. Detective James had explained to Ruby that she was Crowley’s target. He had no real interest in anyone else, other than as a means to get to her.

“He especially won’t do anything with me along,” Cliff added.

“Aren’t you on duty?” She remembered him getting a call back in the kitchen that had sounded official.

“I am. But I’ll have my deputy cover for me.”

Cliff’s tone implied a twin impersonating her sister was probably the highlight of his year. In a town of barely one thousand mostly peaceful citizens, Ruby doubted much happened.

Sam turned to her. “Luis will lead the ride. You and Cliff can bring up the rear, seeing as you’re already attached at the hip.”

Ruby’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

Cliff appeared unaffected.

She silently cursed his ability to remain cool, calm and collected.

“Keep an eye peeled for Crowley or any suspicious strangers while we’re gone,” Cliff warned Sam. He’d had Ruby give Sam a rough description when they first talked.

“Are you really sure you’re okay with this?” She couldn’t stop fretting about Sam and his family. “You have two young daughters. I’d hate putting you and them in danger.”

“Cliff says the danger’s minimal. For the moment.”

“Yeah.” It was that “for the moment” that concerned Ruby. She’d believed she was safe in her condo. Look how wrong she’d been.

“If for any reason the situation changes,” Cliff addressed Sam, “you’ll be the first person I tell. After Ruby.”

She released a worried sigh.

“If Crowley and his resources track your sister here, all they’ll report back to him is that Scarlett McPhee is alone and doing her job as usual. It should be enough to deter him.”

“What about my car? It’s parked beside the barn. Scarlett drives a Jeep.”

“We need to move it out of sight right away.”

“If you want,” Sam said, “I’ll park it in the barn while you’re on the ride.”

Ruby dug in her pocket and extracted her keys. How was she going to get around?

Sam must have read her mind. “Can you drive a stick?”

She nodded.

“We’ve got an old Chevy half-ton pickup you can use. Scarlett’s driven it before on errands.”

Ruby was touched by his generosity. “I can’t impose on you more than I have.”

He smiled kindly. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

Her sister’s boss was clearly a good man, if a little crazy for going along with the switch and all it entailed. “You owe me nothing,” Ruby reminded him.

“Oh, don’t think you’re getting off scot-free. You’ll have to work. Pretty hard, some days.”

“I’m used to it.” She hadn’t risen to the position of assistant manager in two years by being a slacker.

Today might be different, however. She was running on pure adrenalin. When her lack of sleep and acute anxiety caught up with her, her energy level would plummet.

“Well then, let’s see what you’re capable of,” Sam said. “Starting now.”

Ruby glanced around. In the time they’d been talking, Luis had finished with the horses. All twelve stood shoulder to shoulder, tied to the fence.

“Which one’s mine?” she asked, evaluating the selection from a distance.

“None of those.” Sam started for the corral, motioning to Ruby when she was slow to follow. “Your sister’s favorite is Mama Bear.”

The remaining horses came over to greet the newcomers, seeking a petting. Good, solid, dependable stock, Ruby decided. Trustworthy enough for the most beginner of riders and capable of giving the experienced ones a run for their money.

Ruby took an instant liking to Mama Bear. With a prominent nose ridge, the medium-size dapple gray was no beauty. But her eyes were gentle and the hair on her muzzle was softer than peach fuzz.

Sam nodded approvingly. “She’ll go all day long if you ask her.”

Cliff settled on a handsome brown gelding that followed him to the gate like a puppy dog, then nearly ran him over in his haste to join his pals on the ride.

In the tack shed, Ruby perused the equipment. It was of good quality and sound condition. There were also helmets for those riders wanting extra protection. The Gold Nugget Ranch didn’t take any risks when it came to their guests and employees.

Except for letting her ride along with them.

Ruby prayed Cliff and Detective James were right about Crowley and that the danger to others was minimal.

Locating Scarlett’s bridle, saddle and blanket on the rack, she carried them to where Mama Bear was tied. It really was like riding a bike. The leather straps felt familiar in her hands, as did the smell and sound of horses. She’d missed being around them. Funny, the different paths her and Scarlett’s lives had taken.

Cliff also knew his way around a horse and was ready to mount before her. He strode over. “Need a boost?”

“No, thanks.”

She placed her foot in the stirrup and swung up into the saddle, not quite as nimbly as she’d hoped but still confident. She wriggled, trying to find a comfortable position. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible. Her stirrups were too long. Without adequate support, she’d slip and slide going up and down the mountains. Grabbing hold of the saddle horn, she moved to dismount.

“Stay.”

At the abrupt order, she glanced down at Cliff.

“I’ll get them,” he said.

Before she could muster a protest, he took hold of her ankle and removed her foot from the stirrup. Next, he unfastened the buckle and raised the stirrup two notches.

“I can do that,” she insisted.

“No problem.” He finished and guided her foot back into the stirrup, his hand remaining on her heel.

She could feel the pressure of his strong fingers through the thick hide of her boots. It wasn’t unpleasant. Then, his hand skimmed up her calf.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Nice...” Ruby caught herself. “I mean, good.” She put weight in her heel, testing the stirrup’s length.

He went around to her left side and repeated the process. For some reason, he seemed to take considerably longer than necessary.

Leaning down, she whispered, “Hurry. People are watching.”

They were. The guests and Luis, all of them astride their various mounts, were waiting for the ride to start. Ruby was used to a certain amount of attention at work. This was different.

“Done.” Cliff let the second stirrup drop. Then, with an agility Ruby wished she’d shown, he mounted the gelding.

Her resolve promptly deserted her. She’d always been attracted to men who could sit a horse well. Figured Cliff Dempsey, sheriff of Sweetheart and her sister’s romantic castoff, would be one of them.

Fifteen minutes into the ride, the group abandoned the main road in favor of a well-used trail that was wide enough for two horses to walk abreast. Cliff kept pace with Ruby, his expression unreadable. For her part, she said nothing, unsure of what to say.

As the morning sun rose higher in a brilliant blue sky, many of the guests shed their sweaters and jackets, either tying them around their waists or behind their saddles. Ruby attempted to do her job by keeping an eye on the riders ahead of her and answering questions. The horse-related ones were simple enough. Cliff had to step in and assist with those concerning the region.

Eventually, the group settled down as the newness of the ride wore off and they became more comfortable with their mounts. Ruby’s mind drifted, lulled by the rhythmic clip-clopping of hooves on the hard ground and sunlight flickering over her face as it filtered through the sprawling tree limbs.

This day, this entire situation was surreal. Unbelievable. Yesterday, a mere twenty-four hours earlier, she’d been getting dressed for work. Then, her manager called to say that Crowley had showed up at the casino again and was asking about her. When the manager insisted Crowley leave, he became physical and shoved the manager aside. Ruby, in turn, contacted Detective James.

After that, everything went crazy. By evening, she and Scarlett were on the phone, putting together the finishing touches on their plan.

And now she was here. Riding a horse for the first time in eleven years and leading—correction, following—a trail ride. She was also attending a square dance on Friday night with the local sheriff. Whom she’d kissed.

Surreal didn’t begin to describe it. Unreal was more like it.

“This is my first time on a horse.”

A child’s voice penetrated the thick layer of Ruby’s thoughts. She blinked herself back to the present.

While she’d been wool gathering, a young girl on a compact horse had fallen behind the others and was riding beside Ruby. Cliff, she discovered after a quick glance around, was now behind her.

“It is?” Ruby felt compelled to respond.

“I like riding.” The girl grinned, showing front teeth too big for her face.

Ruby had no clue as to her age. She knew next to nothing about kids. Not that she didn’t like them. She and her circle of friends weren’t yet mothers, and she had little exposure to anyone under the age of twenty-one in her line of work. Ruby wasn’t bothered by her lack of skills. She’d long ago decided she was born minus the mothering gene.

Another difference between her and her sister. Scarlett adored kids and intended to produce a passel of her own one of these years.

“That’s nice,” Ruby muttered, glancing around. Where were the girl’s parents? Shouldn’t they be supervising her?

“I want to be a cowgirl when I grow up,” the girl continued. “Like you.”

“It’s hard work. Long days. You won’t have much time for anything else. Forget having a boyfriend. Forget any kind of social life.”

Ruby was remembering her youth. She’d been determined to compete nationally in Western pleasure classes and succeeded three years running. She’d sacrificed a lot to get there, including things most teenagers took for granted.

Unfortunately, in all her attempts, she’d failed to place higher than twelfth. Disappointment soured her. It was the reason she’d quit riding altogether after high school and moved to Vegas. No more chasing pipe dreams, she’d told herself.

Until today, she hadn’t realized how much she missed riding. Her father was fond of saying that horses were good for the soul. Relaxing into the sway of the saddle and gazing at the distant mountains, she could almost forget her troubles.

Almost. Cliff’s eyes boring into her back were a constant reminder of her present circumstances.

“I’m a hard worker,” the girl piped up.

“I’m sure you are.”

“My mommy bought me this.” She released the reins long enough to pat the top of her neon-pink cowboy hat.

“It’s bright.”

“And these.” She stuck out her foot to show off a matching pink boot.

“Mmm.” Ruby mustered a smile that, judging from the girl’s pout, was sorely inadequate.

What did she want? For Ruby to enthuse endlessly about her recent purchases?

“Every cowgirl needs a good hat and a sturdy pair of boots,” Cliff said. “Especially pink ones.”

At his comment, Ruby turned in the saddle to stare. Had he really just said that?

The girl also turned, beaming from ear to ear. “I still need a vest. With fringe.”

“Don’t forget spurs.”

Her eyes widened. “Can girls wear those?”

“Sure they can. And you’ll need a rope, too.”

“Wow!” She pulled back on her reins, slowing her horse until she was riding alongside Cliff.

Ruby clucked to Mama Bear, feeling officially dumped. So much for being a female wrangler and the girl’s idol.

“Can you teach me to rope?” the girl asked Cliff.

“I don’t work for the ranch, but I’ll show you a few pointers when we get back from the ride.”

“Cool. Mommy!” she shouted over Ruby’s head. “The man is going to teach me to rope.”

A woman three horses up glanced over her shoulder, mild concern on her face.

“You’re welcome to join us, ma’am.” Cliff tipped his hat. “And the rest of your family.”

The woman’s features relaxed. “All right, I guess.”

Figured Cliff would be good with children. From what Ruby could tell, he was close to perfect. Her sister really would have been better off picking him over Demitri.

Someday, eventually, Ruby would date again. Maybe when Crowley was safely behind bars. Until then, even the close-to-perfect Sheriff Dempsey would remain strictly eye candy.

“Did you barrel race, too?”

It took her a second to realize Cliff had addressed her and not the young girl. They were once more riding side by side, and the girl was with her mother. When had that happened?

Ruby really needed to concentrate.

“No, only Scarlett. I competed in Western pleasure. The closest I got to rodeoing was team penning, which I did only because I thought it was good training for my horses. Sharpened their skills. Mine, too.”

“But doesn’t your dad train barrel racers?”

“He does. And my mom breeds and raises them.” Ruby didn’t correct herself. She still talked about her parents as if they were married to each other and not to different people. The habit was a hard one to break.

“So how did you get into showing horses?” Cliff asked.

“I know, it’s strange, me coming from a rodeo family.

Even more strange was her talking so causally with Cliff about her past. As if he wasn’t here solely for the purpose of protecting her from a dangerous stalker.

“I like team penning,” he said. “Maybe we can try it one day.”

“As partners or competitors?”

“Either one.”

Was that a glint of amusement in his eyes? She must be mistaken.

“What about you? Where did you learn to ride?” Only after she voiced the question did she realize she was truly interested.

“I grew up in Sweetheart. We’re a ranching community.”

“I thought the town catered to the wedding trade.”

“We did. Until the fire last summer destroyed the local economy.”

“Scarlett said things were getting better.”

“They are. Slowly. We went from hosting fifty weddings a month to zero. We’re up to about five now. The town council is hoping to change that with the Mega Weekend of Weddings.”

It was a shame the tourists had stopped coming, Ruby thought. The charming community was situated amid some of the Sierra Nevada’s most spectacular scenery.

Formerly spectacular scenery, she reminded herself. While the area surrounding the Gold Nugget Ranch had been untouched, a large part of the region was laid to waste by the fire’s ferocious appetite.

“Ranching is our second largest industry,” Cliff said. “Prospecting, cross-country skiing and hiking all run a close third.”

“You’re from a ranching family?”

“No, but I worked at the Triple C Ranch from the time I was fourteen until I left for police academy. In between helping my aunt out at the Paydirt.”

Something Ruby’s sister said last night about the popular saloon rang a bell with her. “Your aunt’s the mayor.”

“Twelfth one from the Dempsey family. And I’m the eighth sheriff.”

Ruby drew back. “You’re not kidding.”

“A family tradition. We have a lot of them here. My uncle owns the general store. Sam’s wife’s family owned and operated the Sweetheart Inn for fifty years. It burned down in the fire so now Annie and her mother help Sam run the Gold Nugget as well as oversee the Sweetheart Memorial. The Yeungs’ ancestors settled here during the 1870s when the railroad came through. As did a lot of other families.”

Sweetheart wasn’t just a small town. Its citizens were a large extended family.

How had her wanderlust-loving sister wound up here?

Demitri’s last breakup, Ruby answered herself. Scarlett had been heartsick, as usual, quit her job and found a new one here. Miles away from San Diego.

Sadly, her sister would likely follow the same path again. Cliff was lucky he got out when he did. Before he fell head over heels for Scarlett.

Ruby recalled the bouquet of flowers. Had he fallen already?

Did she care one way or the other?

“You’re a natural,” she observed, inclining her head in the direction of the young girl.

“I’m used to young kids. My cousin has three. Two girls and a boy. Seven, five and two respectively. She’s a single working mom, so I help out when I can.”

“You babysit your nieces and nephew?”

“The term’s subjective. My cousin claims I’m merely an adult presence in the room.”

Ruby suspected he was wonderful with them and that they adored him.

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