by Diana Palmer
He frowned. “Why did he hit you?”
She drew in a long breath. “I burned the rolls.”
Hayes cursed roundly and then apologized. He leaned forward and stared right into her eyes. “Did he do anything more than hit you?” he asked.
“He wanted to.” She couldn’t say more. Jock had gotten her shirt halfway off and then pushed her away, revolted. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit that to Hayes.
“He was prevented?”
She nodded. Her green eyes looked into his. “Do you know where he is? I mean, he isn’t going to come here and make trouble for Mama and me, is he?”
“I don’t know, Keely. He’s on the run from a new charge, one he shares with your father. Don’t ask. I can’t tell you,” he added when she started to speak. “Suffice it to say that we can put him away for life if we can catch him.”
“And my father?” she prodded gently.
He bit his full lower lip. “He’ll probably get the same sentence. I’m sorry. He’s done some bad things since he left you here. Some very bad things. People have died.”
Her heart sank right into her shoes. She remembered her father laughing, buying her a puppy and taking her around with him in the game park, teasing her about her affection for the big mountain lion, Hilton. He hadn’t been a bad man in those days, and he’d been affectionate with her, and always kind. The man she remembered at the last had been very different, with violent mood swings. Jock had taken over his life. And Keely’s. She’d realized, belatedly, that her father had probably saved her life by bringing her back to Jacobsville.
“He wasn’t a bad man when we had the game park,” she told Hayes. “He had a nice girlfriend who took me to church and he never teased me about it. She was also our bookkeeper. In those days, he was religious, in his own way. He loved the animals. They loved him, too. He could walk right in with the tiger and the mountain lion and pet them.” She laughed, remembering. “They purred...” Her face fell. “What if Jock comes here?” she asked, and she was really afraid. The man had terrified her for weeks. Her father had been so far out of reality that he hadn’t even intervened.
Hayes’s face hardened. “I’ll lock him up so tight he’ll never get out,” he promised.
She relaxed a little. “He was vicious to me.”
“You were lucky he didn’t kill you.”
She nodded.
“We’ll all keep a watch on you,” he promised, rising to his feet. “I’ve worked it out with my deputies, and the Jacobsville police will increase patrols by your office at night when you work late. Call dispatch when you start home and let them know you’re on the road. We’ll watch your back.”
“I will. Thanks, Sheriff Hayes,” she added when they were at the front door.
“I’m sorry about the way things worked out for your father,” he told her abruptly. “I know how it is. My only brother was an addict. He died of an overdose.”
She did know. Everybody did. “I’m sorry, for you, too.”
“Keep your doors locked.”
“I will.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
She watched him drive away. Then she locked the door and sat down, heavily, giving way to tears.
* * *
HER MOTHER SOBERED up the next day and became very quiet. Keely cooked and cleaned, equally silent. Neither of them mentioned the financial situation. Her mother was very watchful and she locked doors. But when Keely asked why, she would not reply.
Carly came over the next Friday night to take Ella out bar crawling, but Ella was sober and didn’t want to go.
They were in the next room, talking softly, but Keely was listening and could hear them above the soft noise of the dishwasher.
“Are you going to tell Keely?” Carly was asking.
“I suppose I’ll have to,” Ella said tautly. “I hoped it would never come to this,” she added brokenly. “I thought it was all over. I prayed he’d die, that he’d stay away forever.”
“I know how you feel,” Carly said. “But it’s too late for that. You talked to the sheriff, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I told him everything I know. He said he’d told Keely that she and I might be in danger and that she had to tell him if she heard from her father.” She hesitated. “She loved her father. I know she still does, in spite of everything. She might not tell anybody if he called.”
“He isn’t the man she loved,” Carly said tightly. “He’d kill her in a heartbeat if she got in his way. And that Jock man, he’d kill anybody without a reason. He’s heartless.”
“Yes,” Ella said, and shuddered. “He came with Brent to bring Keely here. He wouldn’t let Brent out of his sight for a second, and they didn’t stay long.”
“I remember,” Carly replied. “He was the scariest man I ever met. He made my skin crawl when he looked at me.”
“They can’t come back here,” Ella said forcefully. “I don’t care how much trouble they’re in. I can’t give them money I don’t have!” She coughed. “He wanted me to sell the house!”
“It’s all you’ve got left, you can’t do that!”
“I’m not going to,” Ella said. “But he threatened—”
“You told Sheriff Carson. They’ll all watch out for Keely.”
Keely felt her heart stop. Had one of the men threatened her? Surely not her father!
“Jock was in the military,” Ella said dully. “Brent said he’d been in some top secret pacification program. He knows how to torture people and he likes it. Brent said he still had a yen for Keely, despite what happened to her.”
“What did he mean, what happened to her?” Carly wondered aloud.
“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me.” There was a long pause. “So many secrets. I’ve kept them from Keely and Brent’s kept them from me. Apparently Keely’s keeping some of her own. So many secrets. Oh God, I need a drink!”
“We can’t go out,” Carly said at once. “Not now.”
“I had a little whiskey left,” Ella said wistfully. “I don’t know where it is.”
“You’re better off without it,” Carly said. “You have to think of the consequences. Now, of all times, you need to think clearly!”
There was another pause. “Yes. I suppose I do.”
Keely, her head full of what they were saying, felt numb. She didn’t say a word. She only smiled at Carly when she left, and avoided being alone with her mother, who was as quiet as a church. It was so uncharacteristic that Keely felt chilled, as if she’d stepped over her own grave.
* * *
SHE DID TRY, once, to get her mother to open up about her father. Ella changed the subject and went to watch the news on television. She’d started doing that every day, as if she were waiting for some story to break. It made Keely nervous.
Clark came the next night, Saturday, to get her for one of their dates, and he was glum when they drove away from her mother’s house.
“What’s wrong with you?” Keely asked.
He glanced at her. “I wanted to drive us over to San Antonio for dinner and to take in a play. Boone said we couldn’t go.” He frowned, glancing at her. “He says you’re in some sort of trouble, and you aren’t supposed to go out of the county.”
Her breath stopped in her throat. How had Boone known? What did he know? Then she remembered. Hayes Carson was his best friend. They went out together every week to play poker with Garon Grier and Jon Blackhawk, Officer Kilraven’s half brother.
“What’s going on, Keely?” Clark asked. “What does Boone know that I don’t?”
She ground her teeth together. She didn’t want to talk about it, but it would be nice to get some of her worries off her chest. “My father is in some sort of trouble and Sheriff Carson thinks Mama and I might be in danger. He wants money. Apparently he called my mother and threatened her. She won’t tell me what he said.”
“Good Lord!” Clark exclaimed. He glanced in the rearview mirror. “Would that have anythi
ng to do with why we’re being followed?”
“Followed?”
“Yes. By a sheriff’s car when I picked you up, and by a Jacobsville police car now that we’re here in town.”
Keely remembered what Hayes had told her. She clutched her purse in her lap. “Sheriff Carson said they’d look out for me,” she confessed. “They think I might be in danger if I go out at night.”
“With me?”
“You could be in the line of fire, too, Clark,” she said, just realizing it. “Maybe we should stop seeing each other....”
“No.” His voice was firm. “I’m not giving up Nellie. This is a good plan. We’ll work around your father. After all, a threat is just a threat. How is he going to hurt you when we’re surrounded by uniforms?” he asked, grinning.
“I don’t know.”
“We’ll be perfectly safe,” he said. “When Boone said I couldn’t take you to San Antonio, I called Nellie and had her drive down here. I’ll leave you at the local library. It stays open until nine o’clock. That will give me a little time with her, if you’re game. You’ll be safe at the library,” he added.
She knew that. The police would be able to watch her through the many glass windows if she sat at a table. “Okay,” she agreed.
He grinned at her. “You’re the nicest girl I know.”
“Thanks, Clark.”
“I mean it.” He hesitated. “You don’t think your own father would really hurt you?” he added, worried.
“Of course not,” she lied.
“That makes me feel better.”
“Will Nellie be safe, driving down here from San Antonio and back, alone at night?” she added, and she was concerned.
“She drives one of those huge SUVs,” he said. “A tank couldn’t dent it. And she has a cell phone that I pay for. She can call for help if she has to.”
“She seems very nice,” she replied.
“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmured, smiling wistfully. “She’s just dynamite in bed, and when I give her presents, she embarrasses me with the gratitude. The diamond earrings made her cry.”
She wondered if Clark realized what he was admitting. The woman was trading sex for expensive gifts, and he thought it was love. She didn’t. She’d seen the greed in Nellie’s eyes when Clark had talked to her at the restaurant. Men were so dim, she thought sadly. Even Boone, going out with that traitorous woman who’d left him in the lurch when he was wounded overseas. He’d taken her back in a heartbeat.
“You’re very quiet,” Clark remarked. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have made that remark about Nellie being hot. I guess you think of sex outside marriage as a sin.”
“I do,” she confessed.
“Our dad never thought of it like that,” he returned. “He enjoyed women. He never remarried, but he sure played the field. Winnie, though, didn’t approve of his lifestyle. She’s a lot like you.” He glanced at her. “She didn’t like Nellie at all.” He grimaced. “I guess Nellie doesn’t appeal to women,” he added. “She has a lot of trouble at work. Her coworkers think she gets too many tips. They say she plays on men’s vanity just so they’ll leave her big tips. Ridiculous!”
It wasn’t, but Keely wasn’t going to say so. With any luck, when Clark spent enough time with his pretty girlfriend, he’d learn the truth for himself. If Winnie didn’t like the girl, it meant something. Winnie loved people, and she wasn’t possessive about her brothers.
“You don’t mind staying here alone?” he asked when he pulled up in front of the library. He’d called Nellie on the way there.
She smiled. “Of course not. Go have fun.”
He bent and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re sweet. I’ll make it up to you. How about some emerald earrings? I know you love emeralds...”
She frowned. “I don’t want anything from you, Clark,” she said, puzzled. “You’re my friend!”
He looked as if she’d knocked him in the head. “But you love emeralds,” he persisted.
She reached up and kissed his cheek. “If I want any, I’ll buy them. One day,” she added, laughing. “Isn’t that Nellie?” she asked, indicating a big green SUV that had just pulled up next to them in the parking lot. The woman inside was openly glaring at them.
“Uh-oh.” Clark laughed. “She saw you kiss me. She’s terribly jealous. I’ll have to sweeten her up.” He pulled a jeweler’s box out of his pocket, opened it and showed it to Keely. It was a diamond necklace. A real, glittery, very expensive diamond necklace. “I asked her what she’d really like, and she said one of these. Think she’ll like it?”
Keely had to bite her tongue. “Sure!”
He closed the box. “It will put her in a good mood.” He chuckled. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Okay.”
She got out of the car. Nellie came around the SUV, locking it with her remote. She gave Keely, who was wearing corduroy slacks with a cotton blouse and Berber coat, a superior sort of look. Nellie was wearing a designer dress and expensive shoes with a coat that would cost Keely a year’s salary—probably another gift from Clark. She looked expensive and greedy and very jealous.
“Why did you kiss him?” she asked Keely, keeping her back to Clark. “I don’t want you touching him, do you hear? He’s all mine.”
“I noticed,” Keely said, indicating the coat and dress. “Bought and paid for?”
“How dare you!” Nellie snapped.
Keely smiled sweetly. “One day he’ll get a look at this side of you,” she whispered. “And you’ll be out on your ear.”
“Think I care?” Nellie drawled. “There’s always another one, a richer one. Besides, men are stupid.”
She bypassed Keely and went rushing into Clark’s outstretched arms. “Oh, darling, I missed you so!” she exclaimed, and kissed him hungrily. Clark was eating it up.
Keely shook her head. She walked into the library, thinking that P. T. Barnum was right. A sucker actually was born every minute. She wished she could tell Clark the truth. A man that much in love wouldn’t hear her, or believe her, and it would ruin their friendship. But worse was to come, she knew. She wished she and Boone weren’t enemies, so she could tell him what was going on. She knew that she was going to end up, inevitably, right in the middle of all the trouble.
CHAPTER SIX
THE LIBRARY WAS one of Keely’s favorite places. She didn’t get much time to spend there, because she was usually on call on the weekends. But this weekend, the senior vet tech had unexpectedly offered to take Keely’s place. Her husband was in the military, and his unit had been called up for overseas deployment. She was blue about it and didn’t want to spend so much time alone. Keely sympathized with her, but was glad to have the time off. Or she had been, until her life suddenly became complicated.
She was reading a thick biology text on canine anatomy when a shadow fell over her. She looked up, straight into Boone Sinclair’s dark eyes. Her heart raced. She fumbled with the book and it fell onto the floor.
He picked it up and, glancing at the title with an odd smile, put it back on the table. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. Here, in the reading area, she was alone. The librarian was in the back cataloging, so they had the room to themselves.
“I thought you and Clark had a date,” he murmured suspiciously.
She couldn’t think. He was leaning toward her, and she could smell the minty scent of his breath on her face. She bit her lower lip nervously.
“I wanted to look up something,” she stammered inventively. She flushed. She wasn’t good at lying. “He went to get gas. He’s coming back for me.” She forced a glare. “We were going up to San Antonio to the theater when you told him we couldn’t go.”
“San Antonio is too big and we don’t know many police officers there,” he said, unexpectedly somber. “You don’t need to be out of sight of the police. It’s easier to watch you here.”
“You’ve been talking to Sheriff Hayes,” she accused.
He nodded. “Hayes is pretty laid-back most of the time. When he worries, there’s good reason.” His eyes narrowed on hers. “Your mother hasn’t been seen out at Shea’s for a week?” It was a question.
She needed so desperately to talk to someone. Her face was drawn with worry. Clark was sweet, but he was too concerned with Nellie to pay more than a little attention to Keely’s problems. Not that he didn’t care about her. He just cared more about Nellie.
Incredibly Boone’s big hand smoothed over hers where it lay on the book cover. He linked his warm, strong fingers into hers. “Talk to me,” he said quietly.
She actually shivered. It had been years since a man had touched her. Not even a man, really, just a boy she dated. She hadn’t been held, kissed, caressed. She was a woman with a woman’s feelings, and she couldn’t, didn’t dare, indulge them.
Boone knew more about women than she realized. He understood her reaction to him, and was puzzled by it. “For a woman who’s getting regular sex, you sure don’t act as if your needs are being met,” he commented.
She went as red as the book cover and her hand jerked under his.
He smiled, but not in a mean way. His fingers contracted more. “Tell me what’s really going on, Keely.”
His hand was comforting. She didn’t fight the firm, caressing clasp. It felt so good. She wanted to climb into his lap and put her head on his shoulder and cry her eyes out. She wanted comfort, just a little comfort. But this wasn’t the man, or the place or the time.
She took a deep breath. “Something’s going on about my father,” she confessed in a hushed tone. “I don’t know what. Nobody will tell me anything. He’s mixed up in something bad, and he has this friend...” Her soft features contracted and her eyes were full of pain at the memory.
“This friend,” he prompted, squeezing her hand. He was very intent.
“Jock.” The name tasted like poison in her mouth. “My mother thinks he has something to do with whatever’s going on. I overheard her talking to Carly. She won’t tell me anything.”
“This man, Jock,” he persisted. “You look frightened when you say his name.”
