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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html The stranger paused on the sidewalk and glanced up and down the street as if looking for a name or number.Maybe he's new and not familiar with Cameron Creek yet. Drawn by a magnetic pull he could not resist, Monte opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Can I help you find a place?" The deliveryman spun to face him, eyes the color of dark chocolate meeting Monte's gaze in a manner that sent a jolt of erotic heat slashing through his veins.
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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Later on he'd learned Drake Dawson ran a guide service out of a run-down little ranch just west of town in the foothills of the Sierras. Dawson had a reputation for being surly, short-tempered and a bad man to cross. Monte was just as glad he'd decided not to handle guns if Dawson was a typical customer for them. The big man made him very uncomfortable.
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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Jeff still waited, a hand on the doorknob and a pensive, distant expression on his face. For a minute he did not look like a simple young man with no greater ambition than to drive a delivery van in a small rural community. Someone else lived behind his normally bland and easy going façade. Monte studied his new friend, suddenly a puzzle, a dichotomy and a contradiction. He wanted to ask just who Jeff really was, but the moment passed.
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