Real Good Man

In a small town where secrets last five minutes, privacy is a myth, and gossip lasts forever, this might have been the worst possible place to settle.

After my last job fell apart and burned my reputation, I followed Archer to this small town in Nowhere, Montana.

I had no intention of staying longer than the night, but circumstances took a turn for the worse when not only was there not an immediate solution to my job problem, but the only places to stay were the local roach motel or a bed and breakfast with flowery bedspreads and potpourri in every room.

But then I happened to help out a Parker, which apparently meant something in this town.

Not only did I land myself a house rental for as long as I needed, but I ended up with a neighbor who insisted on feeding a stray dog on my property, convinced he was mine.

And as much as I fought it, I found myself sort of liking the damn dog.

Not that I would ever admit that.

But the dog wasn't the only unexpected addition to my daily life.

It seemed the more I tried to ignore my neighbor-her perky personality, the weird tea concoctions, and her ability to make me want her even when she annoyed me-the more I found myself intertwined in her life.

And that might just get her killed.