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No matter how far you run, the past is never far behind. Paintbrush, Book 2 Gillian Harwood and her daughter are off the grid and on the run. One wrong turn later, they're lost in a Wyoming backwater-and headed right for a man on horseback. Gillian hits the brakes, but not quick enough. The horse is fine. The man? Not so much. Sure, he's pissed as hell, but Gillian's faced far worse. She can handle one grumpy cowboy with a bum knee. That is, until she uses her skills as a masseuse to make it all better. Quint Walters knows a wounded animal when he sees one. Sexy, secretive Gillian shows all the signs of a grown-up runaway. He should know, he's spent his life running from his father's expectations. Her magic touch leaves him wanting more, and as she waits for car repairs, she seems to fit naturally into small-town life, and his heart. Except she resists all his efforts to get at her core. One mishap after another makes it seem like Fate is conspiring to throw Gillian in Quint's path-and into his arms. The heat they generate, though, isn't enough to drown out the nagging feeling that the past is about to smoke her out of hiding... Warning: Sparks that ignite the whole town, dangerous secrets and some much-deserved butt-kicking.