Chapter 35

Determined to put the subject aside, Donovan parked his car, locked it from force of habit, and entered the small post office building through the back door.

Mary stood at the mail sorting table wearing a bright yellow outfit splashed with a print of large red flower petals. She turned, glanced at him, then pursed her lips. “Look what the cat dragged in. Tomcatting around last night, huh?”

Donovan blinked before quickly looking down to make sure his fly was zipped. How in the hell does she do that?

He straightened up and joined her, automatically grabbing some envelopes and putting them in order. “Why do you think I was out last night?”

“Boy, you think I’m a spring chicken flirting with the fancy, strutting barnyard rooster with nothing but a hoedown on his mind?” She snorted. “I’ve seen that very look on many a man’s face. Most of the time I’m the one that put it there.”

Her snappy reply amused him, as always.

“You’ve been out with Doc.”