Bodyguard for Christmas

by Carol J. Post

  In the moonlight, she made out one of her two most hated words to call women along with a note painted underneath telling her to die like her mother. Shock sucked the breath from her, and then she caught sight of a shadow moving toward her. She had only seconds to block the blow and failed.

  A meaty fist covered in camouflage gloves connected with her face, knocking her into two feet of snow. White spots popped in front of her eyes and her head spun.

  “Take the warning and take a hike,” the masked man growled. “Or you’ll regret it.”

  His feet crunched along the snow.

  Buzzing whizzed in her ears and then silence.

  When her eyes fluttered open, a man had her. Panic shot through her system and she flailed, scratched and punched.

  “Hey, hey! Nora. It’s me. It’s Rush. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

  Rush. Rush punched her? No. Her head was fuzzy and aching. Rush had her in his arms. It felt familiar, but also strangely new and wonderfully safe and warm. Her stomach dipped and as if he could feel her thoughts, he nestled her closer against him.

  “I got hit,” she croaked.

  His grip tightened. “And I’ll be sure to return the favor when I find the guy.” His tone was raw steel. She laid her head against his chest, heard the staccato beat of his heart. “Did you see him?”

  “No. Just the writing on the wall, and then he stuck it to me and knocked me out.” Her limbs were numb and stiff. Her teeth chattered. Rush carried her up the porch steps.

  “Do you need a doctor?”

  “No. It’s no worse than when I got bucked off that horse that time.”

  “You had a mild concussion then, Nora Beth.” Rush chuckled and swung open the front door and stepped inside, then flipped on a lamp on the side table.

  “Right. Not the best comparison. Well, I’m fine. Honest. Just sore.” She peered into his rich eyes and nearly got lost. Certainly got choked up.

  He laid her on the soft leather sofa and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll get your bags. You need to get into dry, warm clothes and I’ll start a fire for extra heat.” He stepped outside before she could speak, brought in her luggage and carried it to her bedroom, then returned. “Make some coffee. Yeah?”

  She nodded.

  “Sure you don’t need a doctor?” He touched her face. “Lying in the snow probably helped the swelling, but...”

  She shivered and he pointed to the bedroom. “We’ll talk in a minute. Or I can take you to the hospital.”

  Shaking her head, she shuffled to the bed and he closed the door. If Rush hadn’t come to her rescue... She didn’t want to think about what might have happened.

  Clearly, she’d angered someone. But who? She’d seen dozens of locals on the scene; they’d heard her rant. By now, Nora sticking around to find out what happened that night was bound to be spreading all over Splendor Pines like lice in a day care. Between talking to Rush, leaving the scene, stopping to talk to Charlee—someone had rallied fast. Not fast enough or Nora wouldn’t have walked up on them.

  After throwing on sweats, wool socks and an oversize Vols sweatshirt, she looked in the mirror. No swelling but her right cheek had a purplish tint. Wood smoke and coffee brewing drew her into the living room decorated in cozy earth tones. The fire reached out and hugged her cold skin. She inched closer to the large brick hearth and sat.

  “How you feelin’?” Rush made himself at home in the open kitchen. He took two white mugs from the cabinet and poured the coffee, then opened the fridge and frowned. He rifled in the other cabinets until he found powdered creamer and sugar. He carried everything to the living room and placed them on the coffee table.

  “Oh, ya know...like I got punched and knocked into the snow.” She touched her cheek.

  “What exactly happened?”

  She gave him the rundown. “Told me to back off or I’d end up like my mom. Almost did if you hadn’t shown up. Why are you here?”

  His neck flushed as he handed her a cup of coffee. “Honestly? I don’t know. I guess to check in on you.”

  Whatever the reason, she was thankful. She added cream and sugar to her cup.

  “You recognize the voice by any chance?” Rush hurriedly asked, as if hoping to skim over the topic of his popping in.

  “No. I was kind of busy being terrified. Sorry.”

  Rush sat beside her, laid a gentle hand on her knee. “I’m sorry too.”

  Half of her wanted to jerk his hand away, but the frightened half needed the tender contact, the reassurance and compassion. He removed his hand and she sipped her coffee, relishing the warmth of the fire and the brew.

  The fire crackled.

  He studied the purple mark on her face and balled a fist. “Nora, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go poking around after what happened. This is my job. Better to let me handle it.”

  Nora huffed. “Someone doesn’t want me looking into my mother’s death. Which means it might not have been an accident. More than ever, I have to.”

  Rush drank his coffee and kept quiet, his jaw slowly working.

  “What’s the matter? I know that face.”

  Rush pinched the bridge of his nose. “Everything is the matter, Nora Beth. From the minute we pulled the car from the water to right this second. No, it might not have been an accident, but chances are it was, and this attack on you might be from someone who is afraid you’ll discover...you know...an affair. If even a quarter of the rumors are true, then there are a lot of people who won’t want the past hauled into the present. Next time it might not be a punch to the face.” He skimmed the bruise with his fingertips, bringing a wave of emotion she’d tried to bury years ago.

  She turned away enough to force him to keep his hands to himself. She didn’t need the attraction or the old feelings. But he did have a point. “Then those men shouldn’t have had those affairs. What happened to nobility, fidelity and honesty? If their dirty secrets get exposed, then so be it. They shouldn’t have done it.” Mom shouldn’t have either. Why would she?

  Rush’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t respond.

  “What happens when you investigate? Secrets will be exposed. One way or the other.”

  He drained his coffee and set the cup on the hearth. “I’m not worried about my safety. I am worried about yours. Besides, I’m going to be more discreet than you.”

  “You’re going to have to talk to more than men you suspect could be guilty. You’ll have to talk to neighbors, friends and, sadly, wives. It is what it is. I don’t want to hurt people. But I do want the truth about that night. Someone has answers to my thousands of questions.”

  One being why Dad never stayed on top of the investigation. Why didn’t he hire a private eye? Was he glad to be rid of Mom? Was he tired of having an unfaithful wife? Nora couldn’t ignore these rumors like she had as a teenager. They were staring her down and now that she’d been attacked and told to back off, denying that even one of them were true would be naive. Mom, why? Did you not love Dad? He was amazing and wonderful. He gave them everything.

  Or maybe Nora was only seeing what she wanted to see.

  A faithful mom.

  A devoted husband.

  Maybe neither were who they seemed.

  “What if you never find out why your mom was heading out of town?”

  “How do you know she was?”

  Rush stood and turned away from her. “Because we found two cases in the trunk. One had clothing in it.” He faced her. “She was going somewhere, Nora.”

  Nora’s hands trembled, and she steadied her cup between her knees.

  “I know that’s not what you want to hear. And you have to understand that no matter what turns up, you won’t get every single answer to your questions. And that’s not even the most frightening part of this.”

  “No?” She peered
into his eyes, firelight casting shadows on his face. “What is?”

  “You won’t back down, and I don’t believe whoever did this to you is going to back down either. Which means you’re not safe as long as you’re snooping.”

  Nora swallowed the fear clawing in her throat. “I can’t sit back and do nothing.”

  He collapsed beside her again and groaned. “I had a feeling you’d say that. I think you should stay up at the main house. You’ll be safer there.”

  Her first instinct was to say no, but Rush was right. However... “Hailey is staying with my dad. Which means Dalton is also. He’s only six. If someone comes after me again, he could be in harm’s way. Hailey too. While I agree that I should stay at the main house, it scares me not to stay here.” Scared her to stay here too.

  “I heard she was living back home for a while.”

  Nora shrugged. “I don’t suppose any marriage is perfect. Except maybe your mom and dad’s.”

  Rush grunted. What did that mean? Bringing up Rush’s parents gave her an idea. “Hey, your dad was a part-time deputy back then. I remember him coming to talk to my dad. Maybe he knows something about that night or he overheard a conversation that would help. We should talk to him.”

  Rush’s jaw flinched. “Yeah... I’ll talk to him.”

  Nora wasn’t so sure she believed him. Something was up with his parents, but now wasn’t the time to pry. She had to stay somewhere safe. The main house wasn’t it. “I can’t stay at the main house. Just in case. Besides, Dad has security that patrols all night. Guests love added security measures.”

  Wind howled and sleet started up again, pelting the windows. “I don’t like it, but I understand. Take my number. Call me if you need anything. Anytime of night.”

  Rush rattled off his number.

  Nora laughed. “Seriously? The last four digits of your number is four, five, six, seven?”

  “Hard to memorize, huh?” he teased.

  “It’s probably the only number in my phone I can.” She saved his contact information and closed her eyes. “Rush, you do think it’s only a threat, right? No one will actually try to kill me?”

  Rush stopped at the front door, raised his coat’s wool collar. “Nora, you’re about to unleash an avalanche. What do you think?” He bent over and lifted his pant leg, retrieving a handgun from an ankle holster. “This is my personal piece. Lock the doors and keep it on your nightstand.”

  Nora accepted the gun and prayed she wouldn’t have to use it. “Rush?”

  He turned before leaving. “Yeah?”

  “You said two cases. What was in the other one?”

  “It was your mom’s camera case.” His mouth formed a grim line. “With two hundred and fifty thousand dollars inside.”

  Copyright © 2018 by Jessica R. Patch

  ISBN-13: 9781488088377

  Bodyguard for Christmas

  Copyright © 2018 by Carol J. Post

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