”And do you have any idea, kid, what gave me away? What got me arrested by those bastards?”
She shook her head.
”A mispronounced word, Margo. That was all. A mispronounced word. And I speak fluent medieval Spanish.”
She swallowed; but she had a comeback. “You lived through it.”
Kit sighed and pushed his plate away. He wasn’t hungry any longer. “Fine. You want to get killed, feel free. Just don’t ask me to help you do it. Now scram, before I lose my temper.”
Margo didn’t say another word. She just stalked out of Bronco Billy’s and vanished into the bustle of Frontier Town. Kit muttered under his breath and glared at the passing crowds. just what was it about this kid that needled him so thoroughly? She was every damned bit as stubborn as Sarah and made him very nearly as crazy.
Maybe it was genetic. He never had been able to resist petite women with heart-shaped faces and freckles.
”Huh. Women.”
He shook out his newspaper irritably and folded it over to a new section.
”Mr. Carson?”
”What?” he snapped, glaring up at a middle-aged man he’d never laid eyes on. Good God, can’t a man eat his breakfast in peace?
”I’m sorry to interrupt…” The man’s voice trailed off. “Er, I, that is- Excuse me. I’ll come back later.”
He was already in the process of stepping away from the table. Kit focused on the slim portfolio he carried, the carefully pressed suit, the expensive shoes …
”Don’t run away,” Kit said with a lingering growl in his voice. “Sorry I snapped at you. I just finished a very unpleasant conversation, is all. Please, sit down.”