Lady and the Scamp — Patricia PacJac Carroll

Hank leaned his chair back, set his feet on the sheriff's desk, and tried not to think of Lilly, but her memory and words persisted. "You're worth it." He could hear her voice as clear as if she were still in Hickory Stick and not traipsing through saloons telling anyone who would stand still long enough about her Good Shepherd.
Shrill barks and loud knocks stole his attention.
"Now what?" Annoyed by a yapping dog, he threw open the door. "Shut that dog up."
A beautiful woman stepped away from him. Her jade, green eyes flashed alarm, but she quickly recovered as her head went up, her shoulders straightened, and her face set with an expression that said he wasn't worth her time.