Colton Family Showdown (The Coltons 0f Roaring Springs Book 10)

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by Regan Black


  “More than anything,” he continued, “I’d like the three of us to be a real family, to build on what we’ve started. That’s only what I want.” He brought her hands to his lips. “To me, loving you means giving you time to spread your wings. I won’t hold you back. I’m not asking you to be the baby’s nanny or mother if you want something else...” His voice faded at the sheen of tears in her eyes.

  But this time the smile on her lips filled him with hope.

  “Fox Colton, I love you, too.” She hugged him tight, giggling when he boosted her up and spun her in a circle. “You’ve set me free to be everything I’ve dreamed of. Over the last few weeks, everything I’ve dreamed of has come true, right here with you.”

  “You’re agreeing to a real marriage? With me?”

  “With you.” She laid a hand over his heart. “You and the baby boy sleeping in the nursery.”

  “I won’t let you regret it,” he promised.

  “Not a chance, my love.” She drew his face close and kissed him deeply.

  “Having a wife should make the adoption process easier,” he teased.

  “I guess we’ll find out together.” The joy glowing on her face lit an equally brilliant fire inside him.

  Together.

  At last they both had a family to treasure and nurture, family to lean on and support. She could sink roots here, the baby too, and they would all grow stronger day by day. Love was the X-factor that healed old wounds and made room for new hopes and dreams.

  His heart soaring, Fox carried Kelsey back to their bedroom to celebrate their first night at home, together as husband and wife.

  * * *

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  Colton 911: Deadly Texas Reunion

  by Beth Cornelison

  Prologue

  Chicago FBI field office

  FBI Special Agent Nolan Colton hated suits almost as much as he hated today’s unexpected summons to his boss’s office. As he waited to be called back, he tugged at the collar of his dress shirt and readjusted the tie that threatened to strangle him. His knee bounced while he waited. Patience had never been his forte. What the hell could have happened to warrant this urgent confab with the special agent in charge? Nothing good.

  Nolan reached in his coat pocket for an antacid and chewed it. His gut had been torn up with dread all night. His boss’s tone of voice when he’d called last night instructing Nolan to report to this meeting had been grave and terse.

  When the SAC’s administrative assistant finally called him to the inner office, he took a deep breath, tugged his shirtsleeves to straighten them and strode into his boss’s domain with his head high and his back ramrod straight.

  The first thing Nolan noticed when he entered Special Agent in Charge Dean Humboldt’s office was that they weren’t alone. Deputy Assistant Director Jim Greenley sat in one of the chairs opposite Humboldt, and a man Nolan didn’t know but who seemed vaguely familiar occupied the seat to the left of Humboldt’s desk. The second thing Nolan noticed was he wasn’t invited to take a seat.

  He assumed a rigid stance, feet slightly apart, shoulders back, hands clasped behind him. “Good morning, sirs.”

  “Special Agent Colton,” the deputy assistant director said by way of greeting, adding a quick dip of his chin.

  The SAC’s administrative assistant left, closing the door behind her, and Nolan experienced a brief moment of claustrophobia. His tie seemed to tighten like a noose.

  “Thank you for coming this morning, Special Agent Colton,” Humboldt said.

  “I didn’t get the impression when you called me last night that I had a choice.”

  Humboldt cleared his throat. “No. A rather serious matter has been brought to my attention, and we need to address it.”

  “I’ve never known the Bureau to handle anything that wasn’t serious.” He twitched a grin, but his attempt at humor fell flat. Humboldt scowled, and Greenley exchanged a look with the third man, who had yet to be introduced. “Sorry. What matter is that, sir?”

  Humboldt opened a manila file folder and slid a large black-and-white photograph across the desk. “This.”

  Nolan stepped forward to look at the picture, and what he saw there shot adrenaline to his marrow. A shot of himself. In an erotic and compromising position with a fellow special agent.

  Well, hell. He’d thought the ill-advised, one-time tryst with his partner had been discreet, something he could bury. They’d been alone in her hotel room. So where had the picture come from? The obvious answer rattled him. Angered him.

  “Um.” Nolan blinked. “Where did you get this?”

  “We’re asking the questions today, Special Agent Colton,” DAD Greenley said.

  “You recognize the woman in the photo, Special Agent?”

  He jerked a nod. “Special Agent Charlotte O’Toole. We worked a case together last year in Portland.” He drew a slow breath, deciding honesty was his best policy. “Obviously, things got out of control one night. It was a mistake, but it was just a one-time thing.”

  Humboldt divided a glance between the other two men. Greenley arched one graying eyebrow.

  When Humboldt slid another picture toward him with much the same content, Nolan gritted his back teeth.

  “What is it you say happened that night, Special Agent Colton?” Humboldt asked. His boss’s continued formal use of Nolan’s official title rather than his first name unsettled Nolan.

  He frowned and tilted his head in confusion. “I’d think that was pretty clear. Are you asking for scurrilous details? Because, I have to say, sir, I find it crass of a man to kiss and tell.”

  Humbold
t folded his hands on his desk. “Generally, I do, too. But considering the allegations Special Agent O’Toole has made against you, I think you’d be wise to share your side of the events of that night.”

  A chill raced down Nolan’s spine. “Allegations?” He could barely choke the word out. His pulse thundered in his ears as he looked from one grim face to another. “Wh-what is she alleging?”

  “She claims you assaulted her.”

  Nolan’s blood froze, and he had the very real, very scary sense of his career, his reputation, slipping away like a wild mustang jerking the reins from his hands. He struggled for a breath. “What?”

  “Special Agent O’Toole came forward last week with claims that you made advances toward her over a period of several days while you two were on assignment. She claims she consistently rebuffed your advances and reminded you such behavior was both unprofessional and unwelcome by her.”

  Disbelief clogged Nolan’s throat. He made sputtering noises, but shock rendered him mute.

  “Believing she would need evidence of your behavior to substantiate her claim, she hid a camera to capture further incidents as proof.”

  More like she wanted to frame me. Nolan’s hands fisted. He’d been set up. But why?

  Humboldt tapped the file folder. “There are more if you’d like to see them, but they are much alike and tell the same story.”

  Nolan glanced at the incriminating picture again, noting this time that the shot showed him bowing Charlotte back, as if the aggressor, while her hands were against his chest as if pushing him away. Her head was turned as if avoiding his kiss instead of providing access to her slim neck and bared shoulder.

  Fighting for composure, Nolan said gruffly, “I’d like to see the other pictures, just the same.”

  His boss handed him the file.

  Beside Humboldt’s desk, the third man huffed irritably, but Nolan ignored him as he thumbed through the rest of the snapshots. Every one of the images gave the impression that Nolan had been an assailant and Charlotte his unwilling victim. Which was far from the truth. Missing from the file were dozens of other moments in which Charlotte had seduced him, pressured him, ravaged him. He saw now that she’d made a point of staging plenty of poses providing evidence to the contrary. But still he wondered, why?

  He and Charlotte had worked well together. He’d liked her—obviously—and thought they had a good professional and personal relationship. So what had made her turn on him? No. Not turn on him. That indicated a change of heart. For her to plant the camera, pose the pictures and pursue him with the fervor that she had—because she had, in fact, been the instigator, pushing him to violate his professional ethics for the one-night stand—this whole situation had to have been premeditated. Charlotte had used him. Betrayed him.

  “That bitch,” Nolan muttered under his breath.

  The third man puffed up and growled, “I’ll thank you not to speak that way about my wife.”

  Freshly stunned, Nolan jerked his gaze to the older man. “Your wife?”

  “You didn’t know?” Greenley asked.

  Nolan snorted, no longer caring about comportment or respect for his superiors. “Obviously not.”

  He was being railroaded with false charges, and he’d defend himself with everything he had.

  Greenley turned up a palm. “Special Agent O’Toole married the senator five years ago.”

  “Six years ago,” the third man corrected.

  Nolan gave his head a small shake as if he’d heard wrong. “I’m sorry...the senator?”

  Humboldt nodded toward the man in question. “Yes. US Senator George Dell of Nebraska.”

  Holy crap. He’d slept with the wife of a US senator? And Charlotte had said nothing about a husband—certainly not a husband with so much power.

  The bad vibe he’d had even before entering Humboldt’s office had cranked up by a factor of ten. A hundred.

  Nolan’s entire body tensed. Fire flashed through his veins. He thought his heart might pound right through his chest. A kaleidoscope of emotions battled for dominance as his brain numbly processed the accusation and ramifications. He had to lock his knees to keep his shaking legs under him. “Th-this is all, uh...a big misunderstanding.”

  “You’re denying her claims?” Humboldt asked.

  He jerked a stunned gaze to his boss. Humboldt had worked with him long enough to know Nolan’s character better than that. How could his boss even think he was capable of such a heinous thing?

  He threw the folder of photos back on Humboldt’s desk. “Hell yes, I deny it! I’m not a sexual assailant!”

  The senator shoved to his feet, his hands balled. “So you’re calling my wife a liar?”

  Nolan reeled in the curt reply on his tongue at the last possible moment. He needed to be careful what he said, how he said it. He didn’t want his accusers to have any more rope to hang him with. As it was, defending himself from charges of sexual assault would be tricky at best.

  He struggled for a calm tone as he faced the senator, but a throbbing pulse pounded at his temples. “All I can tell you is that I didn’t know Charlotte was married, and what happened between us was not assault. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it was one hundred percent consensual.”

  Nolan stood his ground as the senator took two aggressive steps toward him, the man’s teeth gritted and bared, his face florid. “You son of a—”

  Greenley caught the senator’s arm. “Sir, please. Have a seat.”

  Turning back to Humboldt, Nolan scrubbed a hand down his face. “Sir, you know me. You know these charges are preposterous. I would never...could never...”

  “My personal opinion doesn’t matter.” Humboldt’s expression was stern but apologetic. “A matter of this magnitude requires an internal investigation.”

  An investigation. Somehow knowing the incident would be explored gave Nolan a seed of hope. Surely the investigation would uncover the truth. He’d be exonerated and his name cleared, his reputation—

  “Until the investigation is complete, you’re hereby suspended without pay—”

  “What!” he shouted, gut punched.

  “Effective immediately.” Humboldt stuck his hand out. “I need your badge and your service weapon.”

  Nolan gaped at his boss. This couldn’t be happening. His career was everything to him. This smear to his character and reputation, even if found innocent, would follow him forever.

  He cut a glance to Greenley, praying for reprieve, but met a stony countenance.

  “I swear I didn’t... I’d never...” He shook his head, and his chest contracted so hard he couldn’t catch his breath.

  Humboldt’s hand was still extended to him, but Nolan refused to let the senator, whose smug grin gnawed at Nolan, see him surrender his weapon.

  “This is bullshit!” Nolan turned on his heel and marched out of the office.

  He’d made it as far as the elevator when Humboldt caught up to him. “Nolan, wait!”

  Whirling around, he jabbed a finger toward his boss—ex-boss?—and growled, “You know I didn’t do what she’s accusing me of. I would never take advantage of a woman that way! Hell, man, you trusted me to drive your daughter to her apartment after the barbecue back in July!”

  “I have no choice,” Humboldt said, holding out his hand, palm up, again. “Damn it, Nolan. My hands are tied. It’s your word against hers, and she has incriminating photographs.”

  Seething, Nolan unfastened his holster and slapped his service weapon into his boss’s hand. “Yeah, well-selected photos. But where are the ones of the times in between the posed shots? She was all over me, Dean. It was her idea, and she took the lead, no matter what the pictures say.”

  “Your badge and ID.”

  Nolan groaned his frustration as he fished in his pocket for his credentials. “We’ve had this discussion bef
ore—how much we both abhor the sort of man who harasses and demeans women. God, it makes me sick to be lumped in the same category with scum like that!” He smacked his FBI shield and ID wallet into Humboldt’s hand. “I have no idea what’s behind all this. But, please, Dean, don’t let them railroad me. This has to be political, or... I don’t know. But it’s a load of crap. I swear!”

  To his credit, Humboldt looked grief stricken as he shook his head. “Go home, Nolan. Use the time to...go fishing or see old friends.”

  He scoffed. “Fishing? That’s all you have for me?”

  His boss lifted a shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

  Nolan jabbed the elevator button before deciding to take the stairs. He had adrenaline to burn off. Stalking away, he fisted his hands at his sides. The injustice clawed at him. After so many years working to get where he was within the Bureau, it had been snatched away in a heartbeat. And the best his boss had was “Go fishing or see old friends”?

  As he slammed through the stairwell door and descended the steps two at a time, an image came to him, fixed itself in his head. And he knew where he’d go until this nightmare was resolved.

  Whisperwood.

  Copyright © 2019 by Harlequin Books S.A.

  ISBN-13: 9781488041471

  Colton Family Showdown

  Copyright © 2019 by Harlequin Books S.A.

  Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Regan Black for her contribution to The Coltons of Roaring Springs miniseries.

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