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 servitude, and get the hell out. There was nothing here for him, he'd told himself. And certainly it was no place for him to pursue his dream.
But then he'd walked into Heart Starter, and his brain took a vacation. Lexie Choate slammed into him with the force of a tornado. He felt like Dorothy must have in the cl
