Killian didn't remember the last time he'd been so miserable. When he'd left Lexie's, he'd felt worse than garbage, so upset with himself he didn't think he'd feel better any time soon. He drove around for a long time, not thinking, just trying to get his head on straight. Lexie's excellent dinner sat like lead in his stomach, much as the whole situation lodged like a rifle bullet in his brain.

How had he let this happen? All he'd wanted was to get into Red Creek, do his week of ...