Detour (The Getaway Series Book 5)
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“Hold on a second.” He barked a few more orders into his phone and pushed the brim of his hat back even more. His dark eyebrows were pulled into a V, and the tick in his cheek seemed to be fluttering even faster than it had been when we were in my office. “Since you have no clue who could be behind this, I’m advising you to keep your eyes open and put an ear to the ground. I’d bet good money the vandalism is related to one of your cases. Someone is trying to send you a message. You should take extra precautions over the next few days, and if anything seems out of sorts, you need to give my office a call.”
I stiffened more because of his bossy tone and glare than anything he was saying. “I’ve been in this business a long time, Sheriff. I know how to watch my back. Thank you for hurrying out here and taking my complaint seriously.”
It was his turn to roll his coolly expressive eyes. Obviously, he knew I doubted him taking my situation seriously, considering our history. However, Case proved he was a good cop, regardless of the foul, corrupt reputation his father had left behind and any doubts I may have had.
“I’m good at my job as well, Counselor.” I couldn’t miss the biting sarcasm laced throughout his biting tone.
I was about to walk away once more when a familiar luxury car pulled up next to mine. I barely bit back a groan as my soon-to-be ex-husband climbed out of his Lexus. David was still dressed in a suit—minus a tie—and his usually meticulously styled hair looked messy and was sticking out at odd angles. He gave Case a brief nod before his entire attention focused on me. His eyes were serious behind his expensive glasses, and I felt like he was about to interrogate me the way he did when he was examining a witness on the stand.
“What’s going on? Why is the sheriff here? Why are you at your office so late?” The questions were fired one after another, and I wanted to throw myself in front of the window with the bloodred words painted on it. There was no hiding that particular act of vandalism, and I knew the graphic display was going to send David into an emotional tailspin. He’d always been protective, or overbearing, to be more accurate. After the night I’d had, I was in no mood to deal with the impending demands to move back home so he could take care of me. To make matters worse, I could feel Case watching my interaction with my estranged husband with harsh, judgmental eyes.
“There was a break-in. No big deal, it happens. My office is in a prime location. The sheriff took a look around and is handling things. Nothing for you to worry about.” I plastered a smile on my face and reached out to pat David on the arm. He was incredibly tense, so much so I could feel him vibrating under the fabric when I touched him. “What are you doing out this late?” He was usually in bed by now if he wasn’t out of town on business or entertaining a client. I could set my watch by his habits.
David raked his fingers through his hair and narrowed his eyes at me behind the lenses of his glasses. “I had a late meeting with Father and Uncle Keith at the country club. We were discussing hiring a new attorney to fill your spot.”
He threw the words out pointedly. I think he expected them to wound, but all they did was send relief shooting through me. If they hired a new attorney, maybe he could finally realize it was time to move on. He really was a decent guy and deserved the kind of forever he thought he was getting when he proposed to me.
“I saw your car and the sheriff’s SUV on my way home. I was worried. You know what I think about you living all the way across town on your own.”
He hated it, but he didn’t have any say in the matter. Luckily, I was saved from making a snarky reply by Case clearing his throat and muttering, “I’ll be in touch sometime tomorrow after the tech team is done in your office. Think about what I said, Aspen.” He inclined his dark head toward the window David had yet to notice. I glared at him as he dryly told David, “Be a gentleman and find some plywood to cover that window up for her. We don’t need that kind of profanity right in the middle of Main Street.”
He tipped his hat down over his eyes before he sauntered away, and I swore I could hear him chuckle under his breath. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing by pointing out the vulgar words to my soon-to-be ex. I heard David gasp and braced myself for the one million questions that I knew were going to come next. I was already tired and stressed-out, I didn’t need a showdown with David on top of everything else.
Damn that Case Lawton.
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Recovered
Downfall
GETAWAY SERIES
Retreat
Shelter
Escape
Runaround
THE SAINTS OF DENVER SERIES
Salvaged
Riveted
Charged
Built
Leveled (novella)
THE BREAKING POINT SERIES
Dignity
Avenged (crossover novella)
Honor
Respect
THE WELCOME TO THE POINT SERIES
Better When He’s Brave
Better When He’s Bold
Better When He’s Bad
THE MARKED MEN SERIES
Asa
Rowdy
Nash
Rome
Jet
Rule
CO-WRITTEN WITH REBECCA YARROS
Girl in Luv
Boy in Luv
First of all, if you’ve made it this far in the book, thank you for your dedication. I’m still surprised, after this many books, that anyone cares what I have to say.
As I mentioned in the foreword, I never expected Retreat to bloom into a five-book series, but I’m glad it did. I think Rodie and Wyatt really bring everything full circle, and that they both really deserved a happy ending together. I had no idea writing cowboys would be so much fun, or so challenging, and oh my goodness, writing two big, tough alpha dudes kissing… maybe the best thing ever. I really do love a good male/male romance, and I will jump at any chance I get to write more of them. I always follow wherever my creative heart decides to go, and I sincerely appreciate the readers who wander with me. The destination is rarely ever known, but we have a really good time on our way. I appreciate those of you who ride or die with me, and I appreciate those of you who dip your toe in the water before deciding whatever I come up with next isn’t for you. One book, or twenty… I have a deep love and respect for anyone who’s shown up for me over the years.
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