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Midnight
Heat
Midnight Cowboys #3
Midnight Cowboys #3
By: Cat Johnson
Releasing
February 23, 2016
Zebra
Zebra
He
needs to escape...
Justin
Skaggs is on the road to anywhere—as long as it's far from home—when fate
throws a kindred spirit across his path.
She
needs to get to Oklahoma...
Phoenix
Montagno can't believe her luck when she runs into the hottie from the bar.
He's the key to her getting everything she's always wanted, but she can't tell
him that. Luckily he's not interested in learning her story any more than he is
in sharing his.
Both
have secrets they don't want to share...
It's
the perfect arrangement. No personal details. No talking at all. Just two
strangers sharing the cab of a truck heading the direction they both need to go
. . . until they decide to share a bed, too
Phoenix Montagno
looked at the devastation around her.
The havoc she’d wreaked in the space
that was her apartment hadn’t produced the results she’d wanted. All she’d made
was a big mess.
Papers covered every square inch of
the carpet immediately surrounding her, and in spite of the chaos she’d
created, the one piece of paper she needed wasn’t among any of the others.
She sighed. How could she lose her
birth certificate?
When she’d moved out of her parents’
house, she’d made sure to take everything important. That had included her high
school and college diplomas and her birth certificate.
Her diplomas were there, along with
her income tax paperwork going back three years—as if she’d ever need that.
She’d never be audited. Not on her minuscule teacher’s salary. The IRS had far
bigger fish to go after.
She’d found her social security
card, but what she’d been looking for—the birth certificate—eluded her. She
even remembered holding it in her hand and thinking how she’d better put it in
a safe place, but she’d be damned if she could remember where that safe place
was.
It should have been right there with
everything else. Why wasn’t it?
Her parents were going to flip.
They’d offered to keep her important
papers for her, locked up in their fireproof document safe. Instead Phoenix had
insisted she would be responsible for holding on to her own things. She’d taken
it, against their advice, and now she’d lost it.
Her father had always said she
should be more organized. How everything important should be in labeled folders
inside a locked, preferably fireproof filing cabinet.
That was his way, not hers. They
were different people and they operated completely differently. Just as she
hadn’t picked up even a little bit of her mother’s perfect housekeeping skills,
her father’s organizational skills had also skipped her generation.
Phoenix huffed out a breath in
frustration. How could she lose anything in this tiny apartment?
Her place wasn’t small in a bad way,
just cozy and quaint. She loved the home she’d created and the space she’d
chosen to create it in. From the big windows that offered a view of the park
across the street to the location, close enough to town so she could walk to
school and the coffee shop on nice days.
Most important of all, it was all
hers.
Besides, it was what she could
comfortably afford right now on her teacher’s salary—living in California
wasn’t cheap—but the point was, her place was too damn small to lose something
in it.
It was also too small for the big,
not to mention ugly, metal filing cabinet her father would have her get if
she’d listened to him—or if she admitted to him that she’d lost her birth
certificate.
Phoenix liked her own filing system.
She kept her important papers in a big floral hatbox on the floor in the corner
of the room. What didn’t fit in there went into a few more decorative
rectangular boxes. They were sold by stores for photo storage, but she used
them for paperwork and was very proud of her decorating savvy in repurposing
the items for her own unique use.
The most pressing things that
required attention, such as bills that needed to be paid, went into the wicker
basket on top of the hatbox. She had a system and it worked fine for
her—usually.
She had to find that certificate,
and not just because it was an important piece of identification. She needed it
or there’d be no passport. Without a passport, there’d be no trip to Aruba
during midwinter break with her friend Kim.
That was enough inspiration to find
the birth certificate, but on top of her trip and her need for official ID for
any number of reasons in the future, if she had to admit to her parents that
she’d lost it, she’d never hear the end of it.
Sometimes it was painfully obvious
she’d been adopted, and she wasn’t talking about her blond hair and blue eyes
being the opposite of her father’s dark brown hair and eyes and her mother’s
chestnut hair and green eyes.
When it came to her temperament, her
interests, her easygoing nature, she couldn’t be more different. She loved her
parents to death, but she was nothing like them.
The differences just proved the
nature versus nurture debate. She could grow up with parents who had every
aspect of their lives planned, organized, and compartmentalized, but somewhere
deep in her DNA she carried the genes that made her the opposite of the couple
who had raised her.
Usually being a
fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants kind of girl worked for her. Not today.
This was too much to deal with
alone. She needed backup.
Crawling toward her phone, on the
floor just past the mess, Phoenix stretched and grabbed the cell before
flopping back onto her butt amid the explosion of papers.
Phoenix dialed the number and waited
for Kim to pick up.
“Hello?”
Bracing for her friend’s
displeasure, Phoenix drew in a breath. “We have a problem.”
“What kind of a problem?” The
wariness was clear in Kim’s tone.
There was no way around it. She had
to ’fess up. “I can’t find my birth certificate.”
“Um, okay. And that’s a problem
because . . . ?”
“I need it to get a passport so I
can go with you to Aruba.
That’s why.”
“You don’t have a passport?” Her
friend sounded shocked.
“No, I don’t have a passport. I’ve
barely traveled outside of California, never mind leaving the country to go
anywhere I needed a passport.” Phoenix sighed.
Kim was missing the point. Her lack
of a passport wasn’t as big a problem as her current lack of the proper
identification she needed to get a
passport.
“Don’t worry about it. You have
plenty of time to get a passport. We’re not going away for months.”
“But I read it can take months to
get a passport. And that’s not the problem anyway. Didn’t you hear me? The
problem is that to apply for a passport I need my birth certificate, which I
can’t find. What do I do about my birth certificate?” Phoenix was ready to
scream as her frustration mounted.
How could Kim, whom Phoenix knew was
an intelligent woman, not understand the enormity of the situation?
“Oh, well, that’s easy. You just
have to send away for a duplicate birth certificate.”
“Wait, I can do that?”
Her heart leaped. If what Kim said
was true, it would solve everything.
“Yes. Of course you can, silly.
Seriously, you think they expect people to be able to hang on to one little
piece of paper from birth until death? That’s crazy. Did you think you were the
only person in the country ever to lose their birth certificate?”
“No. I guess not.” That concept made
Phoenix feel moderately better about the whole situation. Could it really be
that easy? It was hard to believe. “You’re sure I can just get a new one?”
“Sure. My mother lost my brother’s.
When he got old enough to drive and needed it to get his permit, she just had
to apply for a duplicate in the county where he was born. It came in the mail
like a week or two later.”
“Wow.” She could do this. Fix her
mess without her parents ever knowing. “Wait. I’m not sure what county I was
born in. I only know my parents adopted me in Arizona.”
“Just ask your parents.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not? Will they care we’re going
to Aruba? Aren’t you going to tell them? How are you going to explain your
tan?”
“I’m not trying to hide the trip.
I’m trying to hide the fact that I lost my birth certificate. My father thinks
I’m scatterbrained as it is, and I doubt my mother has ever lost a thing in her
life. I’ll have to try to get out of them where I was born somehow . . .”
“Uh, Phoenix?”
“Yeah?”
“Think about it.”
“About what?” She was in no mood for
Kim’s guessing games.
“Your name.”
Phoenix frowned, not understanding
what Kim was hinting at and wishing she’d just come out and say it. “What about
my name? A Phoenix is a mythical bird.”
“And it’s also the largest city in
Arizona, the state where you were adopted. And it’s in . . . hang on a second .
. .Maricopa County. At least it is according to the search I just did online.”
“You think that’s where I was born?
Phoenix, Arizona?”
“I think the odds are pretty good.
If you really don’t want to ask them, I’d try applying for the duplicate
certificate in Maricopa County and see what happens. The worst they can do is
say you weren’t born there.”
A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Cat Johnson writes contemporary romance in genres including military and western. Known for her unique marketing and research techniques, she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western footwear for book signings, and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. For more visit CatJohnson.net
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