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Rachel Gibson: True Confessions

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Rita Awards "Purrrfect!" – Elizabeth Lowell Ever wonder who writes those outrageous tabloid stories – the ones about Elvis touring the solar system with aliens and disappearing airplanes in the Bermuda Triangle? Meet Hope Spencer, a big-city reporter who got sick and tired of prying into real people's lives, and decided far-out fiction was a whole lot easier to handle. Now reality is just a starting point for Hope, and she's eager for new places, new people, and new experiences that she can transform into the stuff of checkout counter fantasy. The sexy sheriff of Gospel, Idaho, reminds Hope that reality does have some advantages, though Dylan Taber's heart-stopping physique and country-boy charm are practically too good to be true. Lies may be profitable, but even Hope knows they're not a good basis for a relationship. Still, the one thing she's absolutely sure of is that Dylan is no more eager than she is for True Confessions – yet. Meanwhile, she'll just have to take heart in the fact that the handsome sheriff says he's raising his son alone because the boy's mama is an angel, and he's willing to accept on faith the news that Hope is being stalked by a disgruntled leprechaun. With all that going for them, Dylan might find a way to mesh his reality with Hope's fantasy after all.

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Rachel Gibson


True Confessions

© 2001

This book is dedicated

with much appreciation

to the big Kahuna

for his exhaustive hours of research


Chapter One

FACE OF GOD PHOTOGRAPHED IN CLOUDS

There were two universal truths in Gospel, Idaho. First, God had done His best work when He’d created the Sawtooth Wilderness Area. And except for the unfortunate incident of ‘95, Gospel had always been heaven on earth.

Second-a truth just as adamantly believed as the first-every sin known to heaven and earth was California’s fault. California got the blame for everything, from the hole in the ozone to the marijuana plant found growing in the Widow Fairfield’s tomato garden. After all, her teenage grandson had visited relatives in L.A. just last fall.

There was a third truth-although it was viewed more as an absolute fact-come every summer, fools from the flatlands were bound to get lost amid the granite peaks of the Sawtooth Mountains.

This summer, the number of lost hikers rescued was already up to three. If the count stayed at three, plus one more fracture and two more cases of altitude sickness, then Stanley Caldwell would win the Missing Flatlander Betting Pool. But everyone knew Stanley was an optimistic fool. No one, not even his wife- who’d put her money on eight missing, seven fractures, and had thrown in a few cases of poison oak for excitement-expected Stanley to win the kitty.

Almost everyone in town played the pool, each trying to outdo the other and win the sizable pot. The betting pool gave the people of Gospel something to think about besides cattle, sheep, and logging. It gave them something to talk about besides tree-hugging environmentalists, and something to speculate over besides the possible paternity of Rita McCall’s brand-new baby boy. After all, though Rita and Roy had been divorced going on three years now, that alone didn’t put him out of the running. But mostly, the pool was a harmless way for the locals to pass the hot summer months while they pulled in tourist money and waited for the relative calm of winter.

Around the beer case at the M & S Market, conversation centered around fly-fishing versus live-bait fishing, bow hunting versus “real” hunting, and, of course, the twelve-point buck the owner of the market, Stanley, had shot back in ‘79. The huge varnished antlers hung behind the battered cash register, where they’d been on display for more than twenty years.

Over at the Sandman on Lakeview Street, Ada Dover still talked about the time Clint Eastwood had stayed in her motel. He’d been real nice and he’d actually spoken to her, too.

“You have a nice place,” he’d said, sounding just like Dirty Harry; then he’d asked for the location of the ice machine and for some extra towels. She’d about died right behind the check-in counter. There was some speculation on whether or not his daughter with Frances Fisher had been conceived in room nine.

The citizens of Gospel lived and breathed the latest gossip. At the Curl Up and Dye Hair Studio, the favorite topic of conversation was always the sheriff of Pearl County, Dylan Taber, usually because the owner herself, Dixie Howe, dropped his name while chatting over a shampoo and set. She’d cast her line in his direction and planned to reel him in like a prize trout.

Of course, Paris Fernwood was angling her bait in Dylan’s direction, too, but Dixie wasn’t worried. Paris worked for her daddy at the Cozy Corner Cafe, and Dixie didn’t consider a woman who served coffee and eggs serious competition for a businesswoman like herself.

There were other women vying for Dylan’s attention as well. There was a divorced mother of three over in the next county, and probably others Dixie didn’t know about. But she wasn’t worried about them, either. Dylan had lived for a time in L.A., and he’d naturally appreciate someone with flash and cosmopolitan polish. In Gospel, there wasn’t anyone with more flash than Dixie Howe.

With a Virginia Slims cigarette clamped between two fingers, the light catching on her bloodred nails, Dixie settled back in one of the two black vinyl salon chairs and waited for her two o’clock cut and color.

A thin stream of smoke curled from her lips as she thought of her favorite subject. It wasn’t just that Dylan was about the only eligible man over the age of twenty-five and under fifty within seventy miles. No, he had a way of looking at a woman. A way of tilting his head back a fraction and gazing through those deep green eyes of his that made her tingle in all the right places. And when his lips slid into a slow, easy smile, all those tingling places just pooled and melted.

Dylan had never set foot inside the Curl Up and Dye, choosing instead to drive all the way to Sun Valley to get his hair cut. Dixie didn’t take it personally. Some men were just peculiar about walking into a classy studio like hers for a custom design. But she’d love to run her fingers through his thick hair. Love to run her hands and mouth over all of him. Once she got the sheriff into bed, she was sure he wouldn’t want to leave. She’d been told she was the best lay this side of the Continental Divide. She believed it, and it was time she made a believer out of him. It was time Dylan used his big, hard body for something other than breaking up fights at the Buckhorn Bar.

There was only one potential little storm cloud in Dixie’s plans for the future, and that was Dylan’s seven-year-old son. The kid didn’t like Dixie. Kids usually didn’t. Maybe because she generally thought they were a pain in the ass. But she’d really tried with Adam Taber. She’d bought him a pack of gum once. He’d thanked her, shoved about ten sticks in his mouth, then ignored her. Which would have been just dandy if he hadn’t plopped his skinny butt on the couch between her and his daddy.

Dixie wasn’t worried about Adam, either. She had a new plan. This morning she’d heard from Dylan’s secretary, Hazel, that he’d bought a puppy for his son. Dixie figured that after she closed the shop for the day, she’d go home and squeeze her biggest assets into a skimpy halter. She’d swing by with a big, juicy bone for the new dog. That finally ought to get the kid’s attention. Just like her double D’s ought to finally get his daddy’s attention. If Dylan didn’t notice and take advantage of what she offered him, then he was just plain queer.

Of course, she knew he wasn’t. Back in high school, Dylan Taber had been a wild man, tearing up the streets of Gospel in his black Dodge Ram, one hand on the wheel, the other on some lucky girl’s thigh. Most, but not all, of the time, that lucky girl had been Dixie’s older sister, Kim. Dylan and Kim had what Dixie would call a real fire-and-ice relationship. It was either hot or cold. Nothing in between. And when it was hot, it heated up Kim’s bedroom like an inferno. Back then, Dixie’s mother spent most of her time at one of the local bars, and Kim had taken full advantage of her absence-not that her mother would have noticed if she had been home. Before she’d become born-again, Lilly Howe had spent most of her time drinking, drunk, or passed out.

Dixie might have been only eleven at the time, but she’d known what the sounds coming from the other side of the bedroom wall meant. The choppy breaths, deep throaty moans, and sighs of pleasure. At eleven, she’d known enough about sex to figure out what her sister was doing. But it wasn’t until several years later that she could appreciate how long they’d made those springs squeak.

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