Givemeliberty

Give Me Liberty by Suzanne Brockmann (writing as Anne Brock) Chapter One She roared into town with about as much force and impact as a meteorite — and with damn near as much noise, too. The muffler on her fancy foreign sports car had blown out, and as she rolled past Luke Fulton's shop, he heard the racket and looked out of the big plate- glass window. She parked directly across Main Street, in front of the grocer's. The car was an ancient Triumph Spitfire, painted an almost-neon shade of blue. The driver was... Luke squinted to get a better look at the woman who climbed out of the little car. Tall. She was very tall. More than six feet, he guessed, by the length of her legs. Her blue jeans fit her like a second skin. Luke could tell from the way they were faded that they were the original article, worn down from hard work and wear instead of an acid wash. On top, she was wearing a T-shirt, nothing fancy, just plain white, with the sleeves rolled up. It fit her snugly, revealing a body that was trim and well-proportioned to the rest of her. Extremely well-proportioned, Luke thought. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't stop himself......