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He takes my phone and taps away, finishing connecting them.

“What if he loses his phone, too?” Blue teases with a grin.

“Shut up,” I snap.

“There,” Zig says, slipping the tag in my wallet. “Now you can use the Find My app on your phone to locate your wallet. Easy-peasy.”

“For you, maybe,” Bandit grins. “This is Prez we’re talking about.”

“Shut up, all of you. Enough about my damn wallet.”

Blue grins and shoves a piece of paper in front of me. “Found your girl.”

I glance at the printout. It’s a picture of a store. Snatching it up, I read it. “Blue Orchid Jewelry, Cloudcroft. This is where she works?”

“Yup. Got her address, too. Judging by the street shot of the place, it’s a single-wide trailer under some trees. Looks like she did her best to cute-ify the place.”

I stare at the second paper he slides me. It’s a black and white photo printed out on copy paper. “This is hers?”

“It’s a rental.”

Scanning the photo, it doesn’t look like much, but he’s right. She’s made an effort to make the place cute with flowers and colorfully painted garden signs.

“Text me the address,” I say, folding the papers and shoving them in my pocket.

“You going up there tomorrow?” Zig asks.

I nod and toss back a shot of whiskey.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Cowboy Jack’s

Shelby—

The bell above the door jangles, drawing my attention from the woman I’m waiting on. I leave her with the selection of necklaces and move to the other glass case.

Mrs. Tinsley struts in with an excited expression. “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch, but I just had the most fantastic phone call with my dear friend Kitty.” She claps her hands together. “We’ve got it all set up.”

“What’s that?” I ask brightly.

“The gala, of course. It’s going to be at the St. Christopher Resort in Santa Fe. It’s the most exquisite place you’ve ever seen. It’s absolutely perfect. Kitty is a magician when it comes to arranging these things. She’s all in on this charity, too, since she’s a real dog lover.” She takes a breath. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Very. I think it’s wonderful, but…”

“But what, dear?”

“I need help setting up the charity. I’ve only been doing this as a side job.”

She waves her hand. “My husband is an attorney. He can take care of all the details. I’ll set you up an appointment with him this week.”

“Is this really happening?” I ask, somewhat stunned.

She reaches across the glass counter and clasps my hands. “It’s really happening, Shelby. And I can’t thank you enough for the difference you’ve made in my daughter’s life. Inallour lives. This is the least I can do, and if you’re able to help other children, then it’s all worth it.”

“I’m speechless.”

“I’ll call you later with all the details once Kitty gets back to me, but now I’ve got to run.” She waves and breezes out the door.

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