Dynasties: The Elliotts, Books 1-6

by Various Authors

  “Lizzie said your clothes were high-end.” Mac became all business again, studying the designer label on her jeans.

  “I suppose.”

  He ran his hands up and down the material, then looked inside the waistband.

  “Size five.”

  Jane rolled her eyes. Didn’t the man know not to announce to the world a woman’s dress size? After her last few sardonic remarks to him, she decided not to comment.

  “Why do women spend a fortune on Gucci and Guess and Ralph Lauren, when Levi’s works just fine?” He glanced at her jeans and nodded.

  “Maybe because women want to look better than ‘just fine.’”

  Mac grunted.

  Then he lifted her watch and brought it close to his face, examining the diamond. “Pretty good size diamond in there.” He flipped it over. “No inscription.”

  He set the pants and the watch on the table and moved on to examine her sweater. “Why would you be wearing a sweater, cashmere no less, in the middle of June?”

  She shrugged, her frustration mounting. Nothing in her possession seemed to lead to any clues as to her identity. “I don’t know, but I got the feeling that I’d been in my clothes a long time.”

  “Meaning?”

  “That maybe I slept in them. Or traveled in them a long while. I’m not sure.”

  Mac drew oxygen into his lungs. “Maybe. That could mean you came a long way. If you traveled during the night, you’d most likely need warmer clothes. That would explain the sweater. And the fact that you don’t know much about Colorado in June. Hell, it gets sweltering hot here during the day this time of year.”

  “That’s not much to go on, is it?”

  Mac sipped his coffee, staring out into his backyard, contemplating. “It’s something, at least.”

  Then he glanced her way. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re from this area at all.”

  “Why?”

  “Just a hunch.” Then he lifted her wide, black suede belt and studied it. “This isn’t a western belt. Won’t fit through any loops. In fact, it looks pretty darn expensive.”

  Jane didn’t have any answers. She couldn’t respond. She felt at such a loss, as if trying to put together a puzzle where none of the pieces seemed to fit.

  She took her first sip of Mac’s mean cup of coffee. “Not bad, Sheriff Riggs.”

  “Is there a compliment somewhere in there?”

  “I won’t lie. This is good coffee.”

  He nodded, sipping from his own cup. “Thanks.”

  He set the belt down beside the rest of her things and stood up. Jane hadn’t the nerve to let him see her underwear. She’d kept them hidden in her room. She couldn’t stand to let Mac know that she’d worn a teeny, minuscule scrap of material that one might mistake as underpants.

  That was just too much information for the sheriff to have.

  “I’ll take you by the station in the morning and we’ll get started on your case.”

  Jane rose, picking up her things and hugging them to her chest. They were all she had in the world right now. She felt the evening coming to an end, and she needed the comfort. “Okay.”

  “Well, good night.” Mac tipped his head in a brief nod of farewell.

  But Jane couldn’t let him go. Not before she apologized. She’d been out of line, and he deserved more for all he’d done for her. “Wait. I, uh, can’t say good night without apologizing for how I behaved earlier.”

  Mac smiled then, with a quick flash of white teeth and full lips. “Don’t apologize, Jane. I haven’t had a good laugh in way too long.”

  “Really?” she asked, puzzled. “What was so funny?”

  “You,” he said. “No one’s dared call me an idiot since I was nine years old. Back then, I bloodied the kid’s nose and got sent to the principal’s office.”

  “Oh,” she said, realizing her sharp tongue had indeed insulted the sheriff. “Now I really feel bad.”

  Mac grabbed her hand and squeezed, ready to say something. But just then they heard a car pull up. “That’ll be Lizzie,” he said, dropping her hand and stepping back. And within a minute, Lizzie had their full attention.

  “I guessed at the size,” Mac’s sister said, displaying half a dozen items of lingerie that she’d purchased for Jane. She’d also bought a hairbrush, comb and toothbrush, as well as a small travel kit filled with lotion and shampoo, lip gloss and other makeup essentials. “You needed some things of your own, especially something to wear to bed tonight.”

  Jane cleared her throat, glancing at the personal items Lizzie had laid out on the kitchen table as Mac lodged himself against the counter, watching. So many emotions whirled around inside her that she had trouble naming them all—gratitude, for one, but embarrassment as well, along with an uncanny sense of helplessness. “I don’t know what to say. I can’t possibly pay for these right now.”

  “It’s okay, Jane. Call it a loan. Besides,” Lizzie said, looking over Jane’s head to wink at her brother, “I put them all on Mac’s credit card.”

  Jane whipped her head around to find him shrugging.

  Lizzie took her hand and squeezed gently. “It’s okay. Mac’s got more money than Donald Trump. The only difference is that my brother doesn’t flaunt what he has. He can afford it.”

  Jane eyed the pretty pink nightie, a matching lightweight robe and four pair of underpants, each a different style, from full cotton panties to a lacy red thong, with the others in between.

  “I didn’t know your preference,” Lizzie explained.

  “Oh, Lizzie. This is so thoughtful and generous. They’re all perfect. Thank you,” she said, then turned again to catch Mac’s stare. “And I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t worry about that right now.”

  “As soon as I can, I’m taking you shopping,” Lizzie said. “You’ll need more than my hand-me-downs to wear.”

  “I don’t mind,” Jane said, feeling overwhelmed. She didn’t have any means to pay either of them back for their kindness and generosity. Lizzie’s clothes fit her well enough, even though they were a tad on the tight side. “Besides, I’m hoping to get my memory back before there’s a need to go on a shopping spree.”

  Lizzie smiled warmly. “I hope so, too, Jane. But just in case, we’ll make a day of it, sometime soon. Right now, I’m knee-deep in finals. School will out by the end of the week, and after that I’ll have some free time.”

  Jane hoped with her whole heart it wouldn’t come to that. She hoped to regain her memory very soon. But Lizzie seemed intent on planning a shopping day, and the last thing Jane wanted to do was discourage her enthusiasm. “Okay, then, I’ll look forward to it.”

  Mac’s sister beamed. “Good.”

  “Thank you, Lizzie. I think I’ll take my things and head off to bed. I have to be up at the crack of dawn. Mac is taking me to the station tomorrow to get fingerprinted.” She turned to him. “Shall I set my alarm?”

  He came forward, his gaze focused on the red thong panty atop her stack of new lingerie. “I’ll give a knock at your door when it’s time. No need to get up too early.” His gaze finally rose to meet hers, and the unmistakable gleam in his dark eyes was enough to send Jane off to bed with a bad case of tingles.

  “Rise and shine, Miss Doe,” Mac said from outside Jane’s door. His knocking had woken her from a sound sleep. She opened her eyes slowly and lay there, allowing the events of the last twenty-four hours to sink in. She knew she’d slept in a strange bed, but oddly enough, she’d fallen asleep almost immediately. And she’d dreamed.

  She’d hoped to dream about something from her past, something that would give her a clue as to her identity, but that hadn’t been the case at all.

  She stared up at the ceiling, hugging her pillow. “I dreamed of Sheriff Mac Riggs,” she whispered incredulously. And she recalled her dream vividly, almost a complete replay of how Mac had found her lying in the dirt up on that canyon road. She’d dreamed of him
holding her in his arms, bringing her to safety, but that was where the dream got fuzzy.

  She’d woken up awash with warmth.

  “Jane, did you hear me?”

  “Oh, yes,” she said, recognizing that familiar deep voice from her dream last night. “I’m awake. I’ll be dressed in a few minutes.”

  “Take your time. Coffee’s brewing in the kitchen,” he called through her door. “Help yourself to breakfast. Lizzie had to rush off to school early. I’ll be in the garage.”

  “Okay,” she said, then added quietly, “Thanks.”

  Lizzie had left a few tank tops and several blouses on her dresser. Jane decided the black blouse with lacy trim would look a little more appropriate for the sheriff’s station than the hot-pink or lime-green tank tops. She slipped out of her nightgown and into the borrowed clothes. Jane opted for her own boots this time, feeling more comfortable in them than the tennis shoes Lizzie had provided.

  Jane took a look at herself in the mirror, hoping that something more than lavender-blue eyes and blond hair would register, but nothing came to mind. She recognized the face staring back at her, but that was all. No past, no history. It was as if her life had begun the minute Mac had found her up on that road. She promised herself to keep positive and remain patient. She trusted Mac Riggs, and placed her faith in him. And she prayed that something would turn up today.

  She took a minute to brush her hair, apply lip gloss and brush a few swipes of mascara on her eyelashes. She made up the bed and tidied the room, then headed to the kitchen. She could really use a big cup of Mac’s mean coffee.

  Jane stopped short when she entered the kitchen. The table was set for one, complete with napkin and place mat, even a thin-stemmed red rose in a tall glass vase. Eggs, bacon, oatmeal and biscuits were laid out in bowls, buffet style. Jane shook her head. She couldn’t possibly eat all this food.

  The rich scent of coffee filled the room and she poured herself a cup, then sat down, once again overwhelmed. She filled half a bowl with oatmeal and ate it quickly, then covered the rest of the food with foil and placed it in the refrigerator.

  She took a second to savor the sweet scent of the rose, a thoughtful gesture on Mac’s part, then poured a second mug of coffee, and with two mugs in hand, strode purposefully out the back door to the garage.

  Coffee spilled from the mugs when she stopped suddenly, realizing her mistake. “Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  She glanced at the coffee stains on the garage floor, cursing her own stupidity for seeking Mac out.

  “Hey, Jane,” he said. “Morning. And you’re not interrupting. I’m almost through.”

  Jane shot him a half smile, trying not to stare, but it wasn’t easy, seeing him in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, lifting weights. Beads of perspiration coated his bare chest and his skin gleamed in the morning light filtering into the garage. His arms bunched and muscles popped as he finished his repetitions with arm weights.

  Pulse racing, Jane set the mugs down on a worktable, fearing she’d drop them otherwise. Pumped up and hard, Mac was the most physically fit man she’d ever seen.

  So that was what lay beneath his tan-and-brown sheriff’s uniform.

  Jane’s mouth went dry. She sipped her coffee, acting nonchalant and trying to keep her focus. She’d come out here for a reason. Ogling the sheriff hadn’t been her intent, yet she couldn’t deny the attraction. She felt drawn to Mac Riggs and that wasn’t a good thing.

  Mac finished his workout and sat down on a bench, wiping sweat from his brow. Jane watched him swipe at his torso with a small white towel. “I want to thank you for breakfast,” she stated quickly. “I ate oatmeal. I guess I’m not much of a breakfast eater.”

  He swept a long, leisurely look over her body. Heat crawled up her neck and suddenly she felt self-conscious in Lizzie’s tight clothes.

  “Guess not. I should have known.”

  “Now we do know.”

  “Right,” he said, his gaze lifting from her chest to her eyes.

  “I guess you don’t need coffee,” she said lamely, showing him the mug.

  He brought a big bottle of water to his lips and took a swig. “No, but thanks for the thought.”

  “Speaking of thoughtful,” she said, “I really liked the red rose. Is it from your garden?”

  He sipped water again, and Jane watched his throat work, taking it in. “Lizzie’s doing. I cook. She sets the table. She loves her flowers.”

  “Oh,” Jane said, kicking herself for the assumption. Of course Mac wasn’t the sentimental or romantic type. Why would he have put that rose on the table for her? She was his houseguest, not his lover. “I’ll have to thank her. So is this your hobby?”

  Mac glanced around the garage at his workout stations. Jane figured he had half a regular gym in here, from free weights to Nautilus machines, mats and benches.

  “It’s my job,” he said, and when he met Jane’s eyes, she chuckled.

  He cracked a smile and she realized that they had their own private joke. “Okay, I have to keep fit for work. It’s just easier doing it at home, on my own schedule. And I guess I do enjoy it. I run through a thirty minute workout most mornings before work, and when I’m off duty, I go an hour or two.”

  Jane swept another gaze around the garage. “For a home gym, it’s quite impressive.” And so was he.

  Mac nodded. “Thanks. You know, not that you need it, but you’re welcome to use my equipment anytime you want. It’s always good to stay in shape.”

  “You are,” she blurted, and then caught herself. She added quickly, “Very nice to offer. Maybe I will sometime.”

  Use your equipment. Oh boy, Jane, she thought. Get out of here before you make a complete fool of yourself.

  “What time will you be ready?” she asked.

  “Give me ten minutes to take a quick shower, then we’ll be out of here.”

  “Okay, fine. I’ll meet you inside.”

  And she made herself a mental note not to go traipsing after Mac Riggs when he worked out in the garage.

  It was far too dangerous.

  Four

  Half a dozen deputies huddled around Jane, waiting on introductions. “Back off,” Mac said. “Give the lady some breathing room.”

  The deputies didn’t budge, except to bump each other as they offered handshakes and made small talk with her. Deputy Sheriff Marion Sheaver, his favorite colleague, if the crustiest deputy on the force, pulled him aside. She was six months from retirement and always had an opinion.

  “She’s beautiful,” she said, “and quite a big deal around here. It’s been a slow week and a mysterious woman with no memory can liven things up. Let the boys talk to her. I bet she could use some new friends.”

  “Friends?” Mac glared at his deputies, trying to shake off the protective feelings he had for Jane. She was his responsibility, nothing more. But sensations whirled through him as he watched his men gawk at her as if she were some prize to be won at the county fair. “I doubt friendship is on their minds.”

  “And what about you, Mac? What’s on your mind?”

  “She’s just a case, Marion.”

  “You took her in,” she said, raising her graying brows. “She’s living with you.”

  “Me and Lizzie. And don’t forget, when I found her she had no memory, no money, no identification. She’s not the type of woman to go into a shelter, for Pete’s sake. She was pretty freaked out about her situation.”

  Marion scratched her head and eyed him. Mac always hated that particular look on her face. It usually meant a lecture was coming. Or an opinion he didn’t want to hear. “She’s beautiful.”

  Mac folded his arms, ready for battle. “You said that already.”

  “You like her.”

  “I don’t know her. Hell, she doesn’t know her. Jane’s got amnesia, remember. She’s just learning about herself.”

  “Mac, it’s about time you got involved with a woman again. If not your
Jane Doe, then someone else.” Marion shook her finger at him. “You’re too good a man to live alone.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Not this again.”

  “You had a bad experience, but that was years ago.”

  “Deputy Sheaver, don’t go there.”

  “Don’t pull rank on me, Mac. You know I’m gunning for you.”

  “Yeah, it’s your mission in life to see me tied down before you retire.”

  “And let Lizzie have a life of her own.”

  Mac’s eyes went wide. “I’m not stopping her from anything. She’s a grown woman. She can do anything she wants.”

  Marion shook her head and closed her eyes briefly. “If you believe that, then you’re missing all the clues. And for a man in your profession, that’s a real crime.”

  Mac stalked off, heading for Jane, parting his men and taking her arm. “Ready?” he asked her, making eye contact with each one of his deputies. Funny thing, but the only men seeking out her “friendship” were his unattached bachelor deputies. “Let’s get those fingerprints now.”

  He glanced at his staff. “Don’t you have work to do?”

  Jane smiled at the officers. “Nice meeting you all.”

  Mac grunted as the men slowly made their back to their desks.

  “Is everyone in Winchester County so nice?” Jane asked, and Mac realized that she had no clue as to how attractive she was. He found that quality endearing. He wondered if she came by that trait naturally, or was it due to her recent memory loss? Who was the real Jane Doe? And why was it so hard containing his attraction to her?

  “Nosy is what I’d call them. Good men, each one, but your appearance here in Winchester has caused quite a stir.”

  “Really? Why?”

  Mac shrugged, then placing his hand on the small of her back, led her down the hallway to be fingerprinted. Maybe they’d get lucky and get a hit before the end of the day. Then this unsettled feeling he’d been experiencing would disappear—when Jane left town.

  “It’s a small community. We get petty thefts and local disputes, but we’ve never had an amnesia victim show up on our doorstep. You’re quite a mystery.”