Mr. Serious

by Danica Winters

  “Then what?” she asked. “Whether or not we like the base isn’t the issue.”

  He knew what she was saying was right, and he knew the answer—an answer that would change his life forever. When he’d come to the ranch, his career had been everything to him, but now, in a matter of days, Christina and Winnie had become the center of his life and the only things that filled his heart.

  “I only have a few months left. I don’t have to reenlist. When I get out, I can come back here. We can set up a house. We can get married.”

  “Get married?” She wiped the remnants of the tears from her cheek as she smiled up at him.

  He took her right hand and pulled her grandmother’s ring from her finger. “If you don’t want this ring, we can get another one, but...” He sat up slightly, but she wouldn’t let him go. “Don’t you want me to get down on one knee?”

  She laughed, and the light from the moon filled her eyes. “The ring is perfect. And you are crazy if you think that, even for one minute, I’m going to let you go.”

  His laughter blanketed hers, and he kissed the top of her head. “So does that mean you will marry me?”

  She sat up and moved on top of him, straddling him between her thighs. “Say it again. Something that good I want to hear twice,” she said with an excited giggle.

  He lifted her left hand and poised the ring to slip it on her finger. “Ms. Christina Bell, though this may be fast, I know with all my heart that I want to spend every waking moment with you. I never want to spend another day apart. And though life may get in the way and draw us in separate directions, I want to always come home to you. No matter where home is.”

  “Do you promise to not always be Mr. Serious?” She smiled. “And to love me unconditionally?”

  “Always.”

  “Then, yes. Yes, Waylon Fitzgerald, I will be yours. Forever.”

  Regardless of everything that was going on in their lives or at the ranch, for one moment he was completely and blissfully happy. All the fears that had filled him, all of his apprehension and scars from the past were just that—in the past. Moving forward, they could have their fairy tale.

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  Stone Cold Christmas Ranger

  by Nicole Helm

  Chapter One

  Bennet Stevens had learned how to smile politely and charmingly at people he couldn’t stand before he’d learned to walk. Growing up in a family chock-full of lawyers and politicians, and many of the Texas rich and powerful, he’d been bred to be a charming, cunning tool.

  His decision to go into police work had surprised, and perhaps not excited, his parents, but they weren’t the type of people to stand in someone’s way.

  Everything was far more circumspect than that, and after five years as a Texas Ranger, easily moving up the ranks beyond his counterparts, Bennet was starting to wonder if that’s how his parents were attempting to smoke him out.

  Make everything too damn easy.

  He was as tired of easy here at the Texas Rangers headquarters in Austin as he was of political parties at his parents’ home where he was supposed to flirt with debutantes and impress stuffed suits with tales of his bravery and valor.

  Which was why he was beyond determined to break one of the coldest cases his Texas Ranger unit had. The timing couldn’t be more perfect, with his partner in the Unsolved Crimes Investigation Unit taking some extended time off giving Bennet the opportunity to solve a case on his own.

  He glanced over at said partner, Ranger Vaughn Cooper, who was leaning against the corner of their shared office, talking on his cell in low tones.

  No amount of low tones could hide the fact taciturn Ranger Cooper was talking to his very pregnant wife. Bennet could only shake his head at how the mighty had fallen, and hard.

  Vaughn said his goodbyes and shoved his phone into his pocket before he turned his attention to Bennet, assessing gaze and hard expression back in place. “Captain won’t go for it,” Vaughn said, nodding at the file on Bennet’s desk.

  “He might if you back me up.”

  Vaughn crossed his arms over his chest, and if Bennet hadn’t worked with Vaughn for almost four years, he might have been intimidated or worried. But that steely-eyed glare meant Vaughn was considering it.

  “I know you want more...”

  “But?” Bennet supplied, forcing himself to grin as if this didn’t mean everything. When people knew what it meant, they crushed it if they could. Another Stevens lesson imparted early and often.

  “I’m not sure this case is the way to go. It’s been sitting here for years.”

  “I believe that’s the point of our department. Besides that, I’ve already found a new lead,” Bennet said, never letting the easy smile leave his face.

  Vaughn’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You have?”

  “There was a murder around the same time as this case that the FBI linked to the Jimenez drug cartel. That victim’s wounds were the same as the victim’s wounds in our Jane Doe case. If Captain lets me take on this case, I want to find a connection.”

  Vaughn blew out a breath and nodded. “You have the FBI file?”

  Bennet turned his laptop screen so Vaughn could read. Vaughn’s expression changed, just a fraction, and for only a second, but Bennet caught it. And jumped. “What? What did you see?”

  Vaughn sighed heavily. “I didn’t see anything. It’s just...Jimenez.”

  “What about it?”

  “Alyssa Jimenez.”

  “I know that name.” Bennet racked his brain for how, because it hadn’t been in any of the files he’d been poring over lately. “The Stallion. Oh, she was with Gabby.” Vaughn’s sister-in-law had been the kidnapping victim of a madman who called himself The Stallion. Vaughn had worked the case to free Gabby and the handful of other girls she’d been in captivity with.

  Including Alyssa Jimenez. “Wait. Are you telling me she has something to do with the Jimenez drug family?”

  “I don’t know that she does. But based on what I do know, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

>   “But you haven’t followed up?” Bennet asked incredulously.

  “Natalie and Gabby took her in after Gabby’s release. They’ve adopted her like a sister, and I have yet to see anything that points to her being involved with any of the many members of the Jimenez drug cartel family.”

  “But you think she is,” Bennet pressed, because Vaughn wouldn’t have brought it up if he didn’t.

  “Alyssa is...different. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had connections to this family. She’s built something of an underground bounty hunter business, and the contacts she has?” Vaughn shook his head. “I promised Gabby and Nat I wouldn’t interfere unless it was directly part of my job.”

  “You? You, Mr. By-the-Book, promised not to investigate something?”

  “She hasn’t done anything wrong, and believe me, I’ve watched. If she’s connected to that family, it’s only biological. Not criminal. She’s been through a lot.”

  “Wait. Wait. Isn’t she the one who fought the FBI when they raided The Stallion’s compound to release the women?”

  Vaughn stood to his full height, disapproval written all over his face, but Bennet wouldn’t let it stop him. Vaughn’s family leave started tomorrow, and he couldn’t stand in Bennet’s way for weeks.

  “She didn’t fight them off. She just didn’t exactly drop her weapon when they demanded her to do so. There is a difference. Now, Bennet, I need you to understand something.”

  Bennet held himself very still, especially since Vaughn rarely called him by his first name. They were partners, but Vaughn was older, more experienced, and Bennet had always looked up to him like something of a mentor.

  “Do not let your need to do something big compromise your job, which is to do something right.”

  The lecture grated even though Bennet knew it was a good one, a fair one. But he didn’t particularly want to be good or fair right now. He wanted to do something. He wanted a challenge. He wanted to feel less like this fake facade.

  He would do all that by doing that something right, damn it. “I want her contact information.”

  “I didn’t say I’d back you up. I didn’t say—”

  “I want her contact information,” Bennet repeated, and this time he didn’t smile or hide the edge in his voice. “I have found a lead that no one else has found, and I will rightfully and lawfully follow up on it once Captain Dean gives me the go-ahead. Now, you can either give it to me and smooth the way and let this be easy—for me and for her—or you can stand in my way and force me to drag her in here.”

  Vaughn’s expression was icy, but Bennet couldn’t worry about that. Not for this. So, he continued.

  “You’re out for a month to spend with your wife and your upcoming new addition. Take it. Enjoy it. And while you’re gone, let me do my job the way I see fit.”

  Bennet couldn’t read Vaughn’s silence, but he supposed it didn’t matter. Bennet had said his piece, and he’d made it very clear. He would not be dissuaded.

  “If you get Captain Dean’s go-ahead, I’ll give you Gabby’s contact information. It’ll be the best way to get ahold of Alyssa.”

  When Bennet frowned, Vaughn’s mouth curved into the closest it ever got to a smile on duty.

  “Best of luck getting anything out of Gabby Torres.”

  Bennet forced himself to smile. “I can handle your sister-in-law.” And he could handle this case, and the potential to crack it wide open. Starting with Alyssa Jimenez.

  * * *

  ALYSSA NEVER KNEW what to do when Gabby went into full protective mode. While Alyssa had grown up with five intimidating older brothers, they had protected her by throwing her in a room and locking the door, by teaching her to use any weapon she could get her hands on. They had protected her by hiding her.

  Not ranting and raving about some half-cocked Texas Ranger wanting to talk to her.

  Not that Alyssa needed Gabby’s protection, but it was still interesting to watch.

  “The nerve of that guy, thinking he can question you about something that doesn’t even have anything to do with you!”

  Alyssa sat with her elbows resting on her knees in a folding chair in the corner of her very odd little office. It was a foreclosed gas station in a crappy part of Austin, and Alyssa hadn’t made any bones about making it look different from what it was. Shelves still stood in aisles, coolers stood empty and not running along the back wall. The only thing she’d done was add some seating—mostly stuff she’d found in the alley—and a desk that had a crack down the middle.

  Her clientele didn’t mind, and they knew where to find her without her having to advertise and attract potential...legal issues.

  The only time the office space bothered Alyssa was when Gabby insisted on showing up. Even though Alyssa knew Gabby could take care of herself—she’d recently graduated from the police academy, and she’d survived eight years as a prisoner of The Stallion to Alyssa’s two—Alyssa hated bringing people she cared about into this underworld.

  “Alyssa. Are you listening?”

  Alyssa shrugged. “Not really. You seem to be doing an excellent job of yelling all by yourself.”

  Gabby scowled at her, and it was moments like these Alyssa didn’t know what to do with. Where it felt like she had a sister, a family. People who cared about her. It made her want to cry, and it made her want to...

  She didn’t know. So, she ignored it. “I can talk to some Texas Ranger. I talk to all sorts of people all the time.” Criminals. Law enforcement. Men who worked for her brothers, men who worked for the FBI, including Gabby’s fiancé. Alyssa knew how to talk to anyone.

  Maybe, just maybe, it made her a little nervous someone so close to Natalie and Gabby had possibly discovered her connection to one of the biggest cartels operating in the state of Texas, but she could handle it.

  “Crap,” Gabby muttered, looking at her phone. “Nat went into labor.”

  “Well, hurry up and get to the hospital.”

  “Come with me.”

  “No.”

  “Alyssa, you’re ours now. Really.”

  “I know,” Alyssa replied, even though it had been almost two years since escaping The Stallion and she still wasn’t used to being considered part of the family. “But all that pushing and yelling and weird baby crap? I’m going to have to pass. I’ll come visit when it’s all over, so keep me posted. Besides, I have some work to catch up on. My trip to Amarillo took longer than I expected.”

  She’d brought a rapist to justice. Though she’d brought him in for a far more minor charge, the woman who’d come to her for help could rest assured her attacker was in jail.

  It wasn’t legal to act as bounty hunter without a license, but growing up in the shadow of a drug cartel family, Alyssa didn’t exactly care about legal. She cared about righting some wrongs.

  Some of that pride and certainty must have showed in her expression because Gabby sighed. “All right, I won’t fight you on it. Get your work done and then, regardless of baby appearance, at least stop by the hospital tonight?”

  “Fine.”

  Gabby pulled her into a quick hug, another gesture Alyssa had spent two years not knowing what to do with. But the Torres sisters had pulled her in and insisted she was part of their family.

  It mattered, and Alyssa would do whatever she could to make sure she made them proud. She couldn’t be a police officer like Gabby, or a trained hypnotist assisting the Texas Rangers like Natalie, but she could do this.

  “See you tonight,” Gabby said, heading for the door.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Gabby left, and Alyssa sighed. Maybe she should have gone. Natalie had had a difficult pregnancy, enough so that her husband was taking almost an entire month off work to be home with her and the baby the first few weeks. And, no matter how uncomfortable Alyssa
still was with the whole childbirth thing, they were her family.

  Her good, upstanding chosen family. Who don’t know who you really are.

  Alyssa turned to her work. There was some paperwork to forge to collect her fee for the last guy she’d brought in, and then she had to check her makeshift mailbox to see if any more tips had been left for her. She worked by word of mouth, mostly for people who couldn’t pay, hence the forging paperwork so she could pretend to be a licensed bounty hunter and collect enough of a fee to live off of.

  Her front door screeched open, as the hinges weren’t aligned or well oiled. She glanced over expecting to find a woman from the neighborhood, as those were usually her only word-of-mouth visitors.

  Instead, a man stepped through the door, and for a few seconds Alyssa couldn’t act, she could only stare. He was tall and broad, dressed in pressed khakis and a perfectly tailored button-down shirt, a Texas Ranger badge hooked to his belt. He wore a cowboy hat and a gun like he’d been born with them.

  Alyssa’s heart beat twice its normal rhythm, something unrecognizable fluttering in her chest. His dark hair was thick and wavy, and not buzzed short like most Texas Rangers she’d come into contact with. His eyes were a startling blue, and his mouth—

  Wait. Why was she staring at his mouth?

  The man’s brows drew together as he looked around the room. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, are you... You are Alyssa Jimenez, aren’t you?”

  “And you must be the Texas Ranger Gabby’s trying to hide me from,” Alyssa offered drily. “How did you find me?”

  “I followed Gabby.”

  She laughed, couldn’t help it. She’d expected him to lie or have some high-tech way for having found her not-publicly-listed office. But he’d told her the truth. “Awfully sneaky and underhanded for a Ranger.”

  His mouth curved, and the fluttering was back tenfold. He had a movie-star smile, all charm and white teeth, and while Alyssa had seen men like that in her life, she’d never, ever had that kind of smile directed at her.