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Now, it was just going to be a bit of a disappointment.

She could handle that.

After all, she wasn't here in San Antonio to fall in love. She was in San Antonio for a job.

Her first real teaching job. Once she got that under her belt, she'd move on and forget all about Palmer Butler. He might be hot enough to make her stupid for years and years, but she didn’t want a daily reminder of what she wanted and knew she’d never be able to have.

CHAPTER TWO

RHETT

When he'd agreed to let Jacob's brother move in while he was looking for a place of his own, he'd been trying to catch his bearings after a house fire and a three-car accident. He'd remembered the date that Morgan was due in San Antonio, but that was about it.

He'd cleaned out his spare room, not as if there was a lot that he'd left in that room to begin with, but he'd cleaned it out so that Morgan could have the whole space to himself.

Looking around his apartment, he wasn't all that excited to have someone else in his space, not that he was there all that much. And when he was in his apartment, he didn't really socialize. He'd never had anyone over to his apartment. If the shift got together, they were at someone else's house or a community center or park.

His apartment was his sanctuary.

He picked up his phone and swiped it open thinking he should call Jacob and ask when his brother was due to arrive. It's not like he had to go anywhere. Not really. There was a gym in his apartment complex, and he could just leave a note on the door if that was the case.

He dropped the phone back down on the table and walked away to look out the window. The parking lot was mostly empty at this time of day. Most of the complex was likely a nine to five crowd. He rarely saw people when he left the complex or came home from his shift, which was fine with him. He liked to help people, but interact with them?

Not so much.

What did Jacob say that his brother drove? A Kia of some sort? Or a Hyundai. Hmm...

A car turned into the parking lot from the main street and Rhett narrowed his eyes to try and see the make of the car. He was sure he'd never seen a car like that in the parking lot before. Likely a visitor, but whoever they were coming to see was in for an interesting time. It wasn't one color. It was likely four or five colors. He didn't know for certain, but he had a feeling that the paint job was hiding a dent or two.

It was painted in a camouflage pattern that was likely done in spray paint.

Pretty well done, too.

It wouldn't be a vehicle that you could run from the police in. It would stick out like a sore thumb, unless it was at night and then pulling into a bunch of bushes or trees would probably hide the car well enough.

Interesting.

His phone pinged with a message, and he moved back to the table, picking it up and looked at the screen. The message was from Chief Blaise.

CB: A young woman stopped by the firehouse looking for you.

A young woman?

Butler: Did she say why?

He waited for a return message but after a minute, he realized that the guys were probably on a call. Chief Blaise would reply when he could. He rarely used text messaging when he had the time to call.

Still, a woman coming to look for him?

It seemed almost crazy.

A knock sounded at the door and a message pinged to his phone.

708-555-6474: Hey! It's Morgan. I think I'm at your door?

Rhett looked at the message a second time, rereading it in his head.

There was something strange about the words... about the syntax, but everyone texted in different ways.

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