Love. Honor. Trust. Obey.

The words were chilling, exactly everything she wanted in a relationship, a marriage. But she wasn’t one of the lucky ones. She could never have the white picket fence and the forever life. She also didn’t want to drag anyone into her nightmare. “Garcia.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Garcia whispered.

Laney could feel the love shared between them, one of those roaring sensations that hit only once in a lifetime, that rare moment when your breath is literally ripped from your body. She also knew extraordinary fear, the very moment when you knew your life was hanging in the balance. The fire had taught her that every second was precious. The chase had taught her how to protect herself. The two men at the restaurant had to be on his payroll, the fucking monster still controlling her life.

She held his arms, refusing to let him go as his expression changed, going from adoration to hurt. “No. Don’t.”

“I’m sorry. That was presumptuous of me,” he whispered as he tried to pull away.

“That was beautiful. Everything we’ve shared together is spectacular. I want you to know that. You’re amazing and I feel at home with you.”

“At home. Right,” he mumbled. “But you don’t want to be with me.”

The tone of his voice had already moved into resignation, his steel mask being yanked back into place. “Garcia. That’s not what I’m thinking.” She turned to face him, resting her head on his chest. “All my life I’ve wanted to be in love, but my job or my family got in the way. I don’t want that to happen any longer.”

“Then don’t. I’m not going anywhere. I might not be certain what I’ll do tomorrow or the next day, but I will be here. I’ll be by your side, if you ask me to be.” He held her head, his hold tight as if she’d run away.

The scent of him, so all male and full of testosterone gave her such comfort. She’d never experienced this level of desire, letting go until she was unable to think clearly. This man, this sexy and funny, caring and handsome man had weaseled his way into her life so easily. “What you said earlier about danger being everywhere is so very true. I never understood as a child. My parents protected me. Now, I find out too much so.”

Kissing the top of her head, he took her hands into his, pulling her toward the bed. “Are you close with them?”

She shook her head and concentrated on removing her fluffy pillows and easing the comforter down. The concept of being in his arms, held until she fell asleep, was perhaps the best one she’d had in so long. To have a lover in her bed, let alone her house, was a glorious fantasy fulfilled. “I haven’t seen them in years. I miss them.”

“Where are they?” As he pulled her down, yanking the covers over them, he gave her a curious expression. “You can’t, no, correction, you won’t tell me.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Which is why you haven’t committed to anyone.”

She nuzzled against his chest, rubbing the tip of her finger back and forth. “One reason. Yes. The other reason is I haven’t found anyone who could put up with me.” Giggling, she pinched his nipple. The last thing she wanted to do was alter the mood, sharing with him her fears.

“Oh yeah? Well, I know how to handle a girl like you, one who is misbehaving.” Garcia tossed back the covers, sat up straight and pulled her over his lap.

Smack! Crack!

“Ouch!” she whined and kicked her legs up and down.

“Be still and take your punishment like a good girl.”

Crack! Pop!

Laney continued to struggle, moaning into the pillow.

Whap! Pop!

“Every day. I told you. A woman does much better with regular spankings.” His tone of voice was teasing.

“I’m good!”

Smack! Slap! Crack!

As he continued peppering her naked ass with hard slaps, the mischievousness eased, peace washing back in. The smacks were hard, much harder than an erotic spanking and she fell into a zone, tension slipping through the cracks and crevices. This man, his instincts as well as his heart had knocked down every layer, every burden, allowing the shriveled flower to blossom.

“If you were mine forever, you’d never have to worry.”

Smack! Pop!

“I’d make certain you have everything you need, including discipline.” Garcia’s lilt had changed, becoming darker, more serious.

She believed him and knew in her heart he could protect her, at least as well as anyone could. As the spanking continued, she allowed the tears to flow.

Smack! Whap!

“You’ll learn,” he whispered, his voice now faraway.

“Yes, sir. I can.” Had the words left her mouth?

Crack! Pop!

“Yes, I know.” Garcia’s words were barely audible.

Whap! Crack!

One after the other, he peppered her ass.

The pain was significant, but the powerful aphrodisiac left her infused with tingles. However, the tears continued to flow.

“I think that’ll do for now. Don’t you?” Garcia rubbed her back and ass, his fingers kneading. Leaning back against the pillow, he continued rubbing, humming as she sniffled. “I resigned today.”

“What?” The words were so out of place, so odd that she lifted her head, searching for him to joke, to laugh just to break the mood. She could see nothing but truth in his eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’m a different man. Because I just can’t trust my instincts.”

Laney crawled into his lap, kissing his lips. “Are you certain?”

“That’s what my captain asked. I’m no longer certain of anything.”

“Don’t quit. That’s not you. I might not know you very well, but you can’t just leave something you love and you’re good at. Think about this decision. Don’t run away. I understand that far too well.”

“Laney, whatever is going on, you have to talk to someone.”

She opened her mouth to retort, to say anything when her phone rang.

Buzz! Buzz!

Bristling, she shrunk back.

“Who do you think is calling?”

“I don’t know. That’s the problem,” she whispered. “There’s never anyone on the line.”

Garcia eased her away and threw back the covers. “I’m going to take care of this.”

“No!”

Ignoring her, he stalked toward the sound, moving swiftly into the living room.

The ringing stopped.

She moved to the edge of the bed, her heart racing. “I will guarantee you it’s an unknown caller.”

He brought the phone back in with him, his face pinched. “Have you tried calling it back?”

“Several times. Sends me to a bogus site or a person who I assure you has never heard of me before.” A strangled laugh bubbled up from her throat.

“A spoofing site.” He looked down at the phone, running his fingers across the screen. “What is going on?”

“Something from my past. A job I had to leave. Okay?” She thought about the details, the limited amount she could get away with telling him. She knew enough about Garcia to realize he’d keep trying, prying into her life. The less he knew the better.

“Okay. That’s a start,” Garcia said as he padded back toward the bed, sitting down on the edge. “Whatever you experienced, you shouldn’t have to be frightened.”

“I know. I had to leave town. There were… issues.”

“Issues. That sounds like you were forced out.”

“I just…” The words trailed off again.

Buzz.

Hissing, he looked down at the phone. “As I said, I’ll take care of this.”

“No!”

“Who exactly is this? Before you answer, you should know that I’m armed at all times and I am taking care of her. Am I clear enough for you, asshole?”

She watched as Garcia narrowed his eyes, fury covering every inch of his face. Grabbing a pillow, she hugged it to her chest, her mind reeling, thoughts shifting to the years before.

“Asshole. I’m talking to you. Call her again and I will hunt you down.” Garcia ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed. He rubbed his eyes, a long exhale pushing past his lips. When he twisted, taking her hands into his, his expression had softened. “What. Is. Going. On?”

Laney looked into his gentle eyes, eyes that she could melt into and closed hers. Shivering, she eased off the bed and grabbed a robe off the back of the door. “I worked for a man who I’d been with since I was eighteen. I loved working for him and I was paid very well. I was able to buy a little house and take care of my parents. I thought I’d be there for the rest of my life.”

“What happened?”

“After almost three years, I found out that he was a criminal. I’m not going to say any more. I didn’t know what or who I was dealing with. I ignored what he was doing until one day I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror any longer.”

Garcia walked toward her and rubbed his fingers across her skin. “What did you do?”

“I went to the police. I had no idea how much my information was going to blow up. His criminal activities had… connections. I was so naïve. So stupid.” Slapping her hand on the pillow, she rocked forward and backward, the memories so harsh and so very fresh. As tears slipped past her lashes, she rubbed them with fury. “I had no idea what he was involved in. I swear to God, I didn’t. The police didn’t believe me at first and it ruined us. My parents lived in a little town close by and they had to move. They had to move because of what everyone thought about me!”

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in. “It’s okay, honey.”

“No, nothing is okay. When I finally convinced the police I was not involved, they pressured me to become a witness in their prosecution. Everything after that happened so fast. I just…” Choking back the tears, her entire body began to shake.

“Jesus. I hope the motherfucker is in jail.”

A bitter laugh bubbled out as she sniffed, wiping away the tears. “Are you kidding me? One of his goons took the fall. It was such a nightmare. By that point, I had few friends and you know what? I’m glad. I convinced my parents to leave the state for a little while. I think that’s the only reason they lived during the trial.”

“So, you testified?” Garcia’s voice sounded far off.

His words run in her ears. “I did. That’s when things got ugly.”

“That’s why you ran?”

“In a manner of speaking. I built a new life, more than once and every time, I got scared. I managed to learn a new craft. I love teaching. I’d taken college courses while I worked for him, even getting a degree, and now, I’m glad I did. You see? I don’t want to give up this beautiful place, the wonderful kids. I’m tired of running, tired of fighting.”

Garcia pulled her hands away from her face. “You aren’t going to run away. I won’t let you.” He held her face in his hands and kissed her lips.

Shivering, she savored the touch, the kiss and his conviction, but she was already figuring out in her mind where to go to. What state would be safe from him? From the monster?

“Who is threatening you?”

“I honestly don’t know at this point. I don’t know if he found out or had one of his legal team find me or his goons. I have no idea.”

“Interesting. Tell me his name.”

“No. That’s not safe and I refuse. Do you understand why I can’t be around you? I refuse to have you hurt because of me.” Just saying the words made her realize how useless her life had turned out.

“Fuck that. If you go, I’ll follow you. Do you hear me, Laney Cavanaugh?” He gripped both sides of her face. “Do you?”

His words came out in raspy sounds, anger fueling him. “Yes.”

“Everything is going to be all right. That, I promise you. Trust in me.”

“I do, Garcia, but you don’t know this man and what he’s capable of. If he knew where I was, he’d stop at nothing to kill me and anyone I ever cared about.”

“Are your parents safe?”

“The last time I checked they were fine. It’s been long enough I’m hoping they’ll be left alone, but I don’t want anything to happen to them.”

“I understand, and it won’t. Now, pack your things. You’re coming to stay with me until we can figure this out.” Garcia stood quickly.

“No!” She grabbed his wrist. “Listen to me. I am not going to allow this freak to interrupt my life. Don’t you see why I can’t?”

“Laney, your life may be in danger.”

“I don’t know that yet. Okay? Just let me be alone tonight. Just to think.”

“That means you’re going to run.” Garcia pulled her to her feet. “There is no way I’m going to allow that to happen.”

She shook her head. “I’m not running. I don’t have anywhere left. Even my parents think I’m dead.”

He cocked his head. “An accident. This monster is supposed to believe you’re dead.”

Nodding, she inhaled. “From a fire that he set. He wanted me dead, so I stayed dead. Even my parents think I’m dead. They had a funeral for me. A funeral.” She dropped her head into her hands, unable to fight the tears any longer.

“Dear God, what you must have gone through. Fuck the asshole.” Holding her, he kissed the top of her head until she quieted. “We can do this together, keep you safe.”

“I wish I believed that.”

Garcia took a step back and paced back and forth. “Do you have a contact from before?”

“I do, but I don’t know if he still works at the Miami Police Department. I haven’t had the need to contact him since I moved here. I thought I was safe.”

“Call him. Find out if there’s anything going on. Promise me that and I’ll leave you alone tonight.” Reaching over, he grabbed her phone and took her back in his arms.

Laney had no idea what to say. What Garcia suggested was plausible, but she remained on edge. “Okay. I’ll try. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Will you call me in the morning? If you don’t, I’m coming here, and I won’t take no for an answer. I mean it, Laney. We’re not playing games.”

At that moment, she knew she’d fallen head over heels in love with the only man who might be able to save her very soul. “I promise.”

Garcia looked away for a minute before lowering his head, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m not going to lose you when I just found you. Period.”

“I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He kissed her lips, her cheek and neck before whispering in her ear. “I do love you.”

“I love you too.” The words were easy to say.

When he walked out the front door and she heard his engine, she realized she’d never felt so alone before. “I’ll find you again, Garcia. I promise. No matter what I must do, I’ll find you.”

When Garcia pulled out of the driveway, her phone rang again. She stormed toward it, her hand shaking. This time she answered with a vengeance. “Let me the fuck alone, you freak. Just leave me alone! I will kill you!”

* * *

Garcia rolled over in bed and stared out the window. The snow continued to fall, ever so lightly. He studied the flakes falling past the glass and held his breath, his thoughts remaining on Laney. Her story was terrifying, if not surreal. He could only imagine what she’d been through. No wonder she’d been leery of him when he’d met her.

Sitting up, he tried to think about how to help her. One thing he did know. The attorney and parent seemed to have upset her. Was it because of his advances or something more sinister? He was determined to find out. He climbed out of bed and stretched, allowing the delicious aspects of the evening he’d spent to shove past the worry. She was…

“Fuck!” He’d told her he loved her. There was no way around what he said, no way to change his statements. He’d said in no uncertain terms how he felt. As he walked into the bathroom, he rubbed the two-day stubble on his face, stopping short as he turned on the light and his reflection gawked back at him. Yep. He was a goner. He was in love with a woman he barely knew. And the protective papa bear had come roaring out. With claws. He moved toward the mirror, studying the man glaring back at him. He’d resigned and admitted love in a single day. What was next? Changing the world? Killing an attorney.

Hissing, he was determined to make a plan. She would come and stay with him until they figured out what or if there was a reason for her to be nervous. Could he leave town with her? Move to parts unknown? What the hell. He had nothing left given he’d left the team. The realization hit him in the gut. One thing he needed was to clear his mind. After a quick shower, he was going for a ride on Beauty.

At least the captain had pushed back against the resignation, stating in no uncertain terms that he refused until Garcia took a couple of days to think about what he was saying. Nothing was going to change his mind, at least nothing he could think of. He started the water and waited, going over what few details she’d given him. The single connection was the attorney. What was his name? Oh, yes. Troy Bruester. Well, first thing after the ride. He’d check on the man’s credentials. If he was who he said he was, there might be no problem, other than kicking his ass for hitting on his girlfriend. At least the thought gave him a smile.

A little over fifteen minutes later, Garcia was dressed and pulling Beauty from the barn. He held her reins, breathing in the crisp air. Invigorated, he walked her out of the corral and toward the path leading away from his house. The snow had all but stopped, yet the fresh flakes and light breeze provided a breathtaking backdrop for his ride. After saddling up, he rubbed his hand down her mane as he leaned over. “You’re my gorgeous girl. Ready for a hard ride today?”

Snorting, Beauty kicked out her front leg, her hoof pawing the snow-covered ground. He rocked back in the saddle, his thoughts drifting. If only Laney were on the ride with him. He took off, allowing Beauty to take the lead. She knew the way. They’d been down the path dozens of times, heading toward the river. He shivered as he hunkered down, pressing his hand against Beauty’s side. She loved to run, galloping as if she already knew the destination, wanting nothing more than to find the trickling stream.

Garcia held the leather reins tightly in his hand as he guided her, huffing as she picked up speed, careful on the slippery sections, shadowed by the line of bending trees. Snow kicked up under her hooves as they continued the ride, approaching the river. His thoughts drifted into nothing but the ride, the way the massive horse maneuvered the twists and turns. There was no fear in her mannerisms, only a dominating mare savoring adventure. When they neared the river, he pulled back on the reins, slowing her to a trot. “Easy, baby girl.”

There was nothing more dazzling than seeing icicles dripping in long strings from the various pine trees. They were pristine, almost perfect, the weight pulling the limbs down until the tips almost touched the ground. He could hear the water, sliding over rocks on its way to a waterfall barely a mile away. He walked her into a small clearing and took a deep breath. The view of the surrounding area was magnificent, the landscape highlighted by the gray sky, fresh snow and frost. He realized at that very moment what a lucky man he was and for so many reasons.

Garcia craned his neck and could just see the Hatcher ranch, or what was left of the former pristine location. Sure, he remembered what the captain had told him – extenuating circumstances. Whatever they were, the poor man didn’t deserve to have his entire life stripped away, his house and barn burned to the ground. He so wished things could have turned out differently. He sat on Beauty, rubbing her back as he surveyed the area. The mountain range in the background, he could imagine vacationers and some locals spiraling down the trails, their skiing adventure everything the glossy town brochures made the city out to be.

He hadn’t been able to take time to consider outdoor sports, let alone many recreational activities. He’d been too busy. “Ah, Beauty. Am I doing the right thing?”

She whinnied and shook her head, twisting until her large, chocolate brown eye could stare into his. “You know me too well. Don’t you, girl?” The word ‘impulsive’ came to mind. For offering his resignation or for telling Laney how he felt? He was no longer certain. He continued staring at the Hatcher ranch, his gut driving his instinct into overdrive. He didn’t believe for a second that the recent fires weren’t connected. Even the Wildroot Ranch fire raised red flags.

After staring at the remnants of the Hatcher ranch for several minutes, he tugged the reins again. “Let’s go see what we can find, Beauty.” The narrow area crossing over the river was snow covered, the ice crystals glistening as the sun tried to peek its way through the bank of clouds. He studied the strip of land, the lapping water before attempting to cross.

“Slow and easy, girl.” Beauty responded without issue, crossing over in a slow trot, every step carefully planned. She was more the expert than he was. When they were on the other side, he pushed his heels against her flanks. “Let’s go.”

Beauty took off at a full run, her head held high, her mane flowing in the wind. The closer they got to the burned-out destruction, the more apprehensive he became. Everything was so quiet, far too eerie given the day and the backdrop. He slowed as he neared, his eyes sweeping the entire property. The yellow tape from the fire investigation remained, certain portions having broken loose and swinging in the breeze.

Only the exterior fence remained intact, undamaged by the flames or the rescue efforts. The gate was swinging open, the metal latch clanging against the fence as it swung back and forth.

Thump. Thump.

He watched the rustic gate as it moved in slow motion then listened for signs there was anyone else on the grounds. There were no cars and no indication anyone had been back. He knew Mr. Hatcher remained in the hospital, recovering from his injuries. Whatever family the man supposedly had, if he had, certainly didn’t seem to have a need to begin the rebuilding process. Then again, perhaps insurance had kept the construction from occurring.

After riding in through the gate, he scanned the perimeter before heading closer. The recent snow had covered the scarred earth but did little to hide the eradication of a man’s entire life. Only a small section of a wall and the brick chimney remained intact, the top bridging a section of trees. He trotted Beauty closer then slid off her back, patting her flank. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Very carefully he trudged through the debris, heading toward the house. The wooden structure was all but cinders, yet one wall remained, partially standing. The area where the kerosene heater supposedly started the fire. Why hadn’t the wall crumbled into char and soot? He shoved his frozen hands into his pockets and walked closer. The kitchen appliances had melted, indistinguishable in any manner. Only the refrigerator held any particular shape. He walked into what would have been the living room and crouched down, digging through the snow.

He found nothing but slabs of broken wood, pieces of timber and broken glass. From this vantage point, he was shocked to see the heater. While the rumbled mess was almost completely destroyed, he could make out exactly what it was. “Huh.” The single word floated away, whistling in the wind. From somewhere he could swear he heard birds cackling overhead. There was no way. He was hearing things. His steps methodical, he made his way to the heater, hunkering down as he investigated.

While he didn’t have the same investigative skills as the fire investigator, he couldn’t help but wonder if Mr. Nelson caught the fact the unit wasn’t completely burned. Maybe he’d have a discussion with the man. The words of his captain, warning him to lay off rushed into the back of his mind. He tugged his phone from his pocket and took a series of pictures. Just in case. For what? What did he think he was going to do? He shook his head as a cold shiver sliced down his back. Maybe he should leave well enough alone.

He took long strides back toward Beauty, stopping for a few seconds to look toward the barn. At least the animals had been rescued, taken somewhere to be cared for. He was thankful for being a part of their recovery. There was nothing else he could find here and even if he did, what good would it do? Taking a deep breath, he walked back toward Beauty just as he heard what sounded like a rough engine and close enough, the vehicle had to be coming toward the ranch. He swung onto Beauty and waited, tipping his head in the direction of the sound.

Whoever was coming, was moving fast, too fast for a casual visit. He leaned over, patting her head as she started to stomp, her eyes filling with fear. “Whoa. It’s okay. I’m here.”

The noise continued to get louder, the engine sound kicking into a higher gear. Garcia rose up on the horse and managed to catch flying snow, rocketing out from the side of whatever was coming. The noise was definitely coming from a truck and one with a doctored muffler. Curiosity killing him, he trotted closer. The small road leading into the property remained covered, but he knew where he was going. He’d driven by the place often enough.

Within seconds, an older truck appeared, oversized tires kicking up the snow as it roared up the road and toward the house. Even from the distance, he could tell the make of the truck, a Ford and from the looks of it, an F-350. He slowed Beauty until she was just walking and as the truck came closer, he tried to make out the driver. He could see there were two people but no indication of who they were. The truck wasn’t familiar.

“What do we have, my girl?” Garcia whispered and made clicking sounds as he tapped her hindquarters. Beauty took off, heading in the direction of the truck.

The truck slowed then pulled to a stop, keeping the engine idling. The front of the vehicle was directed toward him and there was no way the driver couldn’t see his approach.

His sixth sense kicked in as he came closer, able to make out the full gun rack on the back. Were they scavengers or worse? “Let’s go.” He let the reins slack until Beauty took off, snorting as if she understood their purpose.

The driver gunned the engine until thick black smoke poured out of the exhaust. Seconds later, Garcia noticed a flash and by some luck of God, veered off to the right just as…

Boom!

The shot rang through the morning air, followed by a zinging noise as the bullet hit something just behind him. He continued moving closer, yet turned his path, twisting his head just as he could swear the driver raised his gun again. He lowered down until his face was almost on Beauty’s mane and pushed her hard, moving toward the trees. He held his breath, waiting for another blast, but there was nothing but the roar of the engine.

When he was safely behind a bank of trees, he slowed and turned Beauty until he could see the truck. The driver idled for another full minute before reversing, kicking up debris as well as snow in an effort to leave the area. The vehicle swung around, sliding on the snow before taking off again, moving back down the driveway to the road at excessive speeds.

When the truck was safely out of view, he patted Beauty’s ass. “Let’s see who they are.” He remained in the tree line following the road, galloping, Beauty jumping over thick underbrush. She moved with skill and ease until they were parallel to the road, following a mere thirty yards behind the truck. He craned his neck, trying to see the license plate but after the third try, could tell the plate had been covered with dirt, mud and snow. Still, he followed until they made a turn on the main road, the driver flooring the accelerator.

As the truck neared the intersection, he pulled back, panting from adrenaline. After easing Beauty to a stop, he rubbed her mane and hissed. There were definitely two men inside but that was the only information he’d been able to garner. What were they hunting for? He twisted, looking up the embankment and was determined to find out. Maybe a stop at the hospital would be a good choice. “Let’s go home.”

When Beauty trotted out of the trees and he was able to see his place, he noticed Stoker’s truck parked in front. He walked her inside the corral and took his time pulling the saddle. By the time he walked toward the front of his house, Stoker was standing on the porch, leaning against the slender pole. “Thought you might show up.”

Stoker sniffed and kept his gaze pointed toward the sky. “You didn’t think I’d hear about your bullshit?”

“Which topic are we talking about?” Garcia climbed up onto the decking, kicking snow off his boots.

“Don’t give me any shit, Garcia. The captain certainly couldn’t lie about the reason you didn’t show up this morning. Quitting? That’s not your style.”

“Yeah? Well, you don’t know me.” Mumbling under his breath, he walked into the house, tossing his jacket on the oversized leather chair and storming into the small kitchen. He was freezing, pissed off and ready to bite the head off a goat. And not necessarily in that order.

“What the hell is going on?”

He heard the demand in Stoker’s voice and knew he owed his friend an explanation. “Coffee?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Garcia gave him a harsh look as he grabbed the coffee pot, rinsing and filling it with water. “I told you I wasn’t happy.”

“Not happy,” Stoker scoffed as he walked closer. “You drove me insane for months, pushing me to join the smokejumping team. You wouldn’t leave it alone. Hell, you even called me at night to remind me to talk to Captain Phillips. Remember that at all?”

“I do and you’re a fantastic team member.”

“So are you. What is going on with you? You’re acting weird as shit lately.”

Garcia remained quiet as he measured out coffee, then turned it on. He remained where he was, glaring out the kitchen window. “I don’t have the same drive that you do. I’m tired.”

“Did I just drop onto another planet?” Stoker laughed then leaned over the kitchen island. “Garcia, we all have doubts and not just in this profession. Everyone questions their decisions from time to time. A man died yesterday. I understand that you’re questioning what in the hell is going on, but don’t quit. That’s not the way to handle this, man. Grief is—”

“This isn’t about grief.” Garcia finally turned in his direction. “Don’t get me wrong. The fact Jimmy Martin is dead because of some government flunky making a stupid decision to save the county money pissed me off. But I’m just questioning what and why. I can’t explain it right now. Okay? Just leave me alone.”

“I’m not leaving this alone. You’re too good to throw away your career,” Stoker countered.

“Well, that might not matter come Tuesday.” Exhaling, he kept his eyes wide open.

“Captain Phillips told me. You don’t know that’s going to happen at that meeting. None of us do. Hell, maybe the mayor doesn’t. What I do know is that we go down fighting. We can’t pull back because of concern. You know that.”

“What I know is that I’m not certain I can be effective any longer.”

“What’s really driving this?”

Garcia rubbed his eyes and glared at the coffee maker. “I don’t know. My dad’s been ill the last few weeks. He’s not getting any better and the stubborn asshole won’t go and see a specialist.”

“Sounds like someone I know.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I guess. The worst part is, he and my mom broke up. They didn’t even call and tell me. I asked to speak to Mom and Dad said she was living in another city. I mean, really?”

“That happens. Your parents were married a long time.” Stoker inched even closer. “This has nothing to do with your parents. Not really. Laney?”

Garcia leaned against the counter. “That’s part of this. I just…”

“You’re in love with her. Right?”

The concept, no doubt, sounded ridiculous, but he’d known from the first time he saw her, all fire and brimstone when he tried to help her. “I think I am.”

“Oh, you got it bad,” Stoker teased. “Have you told her?”

“Last night.” He could feel the heat creeping up, leaving him sweating.

“Wow, haven’t seen that kind of reaction ever before. Well, no wonder you’re out of sorts. You sound just like me when I did everything to push Jessica away.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “That did a world of good. How’s the wedding plans?”

“Don’t remind me! But I do need my friend’s help, you know, best man and all. February fourteenth of all days.” Stoker’s eyes twinkled.

“Valentine’s Day? A little too romantic for me.”

Stoker shrugged. “She wants to do this before she gets any larger from the baby and I suspect before she has to go out on tour.”

“You’re letting her go on tour?” Garcia had to admit, he was shocked.

“I might be the head of household, but we’ve come to a compromise. I get to keep my job if she can do hers.”

Both men burst into laughter. “You’re lucky you have her.” Garcia heard the strangled sound of his voice.

“If Laney is really the one, you’ll know, and she’ll walk by your side.” Stoker hissed. “Dear God. I sound like a Hallmark card.”

“You need more guy time, swigging back tequila shots.”

“That I do,” Stoker grinned and an awkward silence settled in. “Look, take a couple of days to yourself. You can be in love and do this job. It’s not always easy and yes, you’re going to have arguments. She’ll have difficulty, just like Jessica does, sharing you with anyone, especially fire, but if you truly love each other, you’ll find a way. She has a job.” When Garcia remained quiet, he inched closer. “What’s wrong? I know that look on your face.”

Garcia grabbed two coffee mugs and cream before answering. “Things are weird, and she didn’t want to talk about herself or her past. I think she’s mixed up with the mob or some other organization. Her life is in danger.”

“What?” Coughing, Stoker slapped his hand against his chest. “You’re serious.”

“I am, and I think this fucking attorney she knows is a catalyst somehow.”

“Okay. Did Laney tell you all of this?”

“Some. She’s afraid. She’s been running for years. I don’t know how to help her.”

“Uh-oh. You know how to pick them, buddy. What are you planning on doing?” Stoker grabbed the cream from his hand.

“Find this attorney. Feel this guy out and find out if she has a reason to be frightened.”

“Don’t meddle. Tell her to go to the police. Worst thing you can do is get in her business.”

Garcia nodded as he thought about his options. She would not like him interfering, but he had to know in order to try and keep her safe. “She won’t tell anyone. I had to pry the information out of her, but I love her, dude. I can’t explain why or how it all happened so fast, but I want to protect her from anything and everything. You know?”

Stoker slapped his friend on the back. “I do understand, but it’s been what, a couple of days? You have to trust her enough to tell you what’s going on. If what you say is true, she’s no doubt unsure of you and your intentions as well. Think of this from her point of view.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He poured coffee for them both then walked toward the front window. “I just see myself with her.”

“Things have a way of working out, if you don’t push like a bull in a china shop.”

Garcia had to admit, Stoker could have a level head. His thoughts shifted to the recent fires. “I rode out to the Hatcher place this morning. Just wanted to see if I could find anything. What he said to us was troubling.”

“Did you ever stop to think he could have been out of it?” Stoker asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t think so. You saw his face. I just think the fire might have been purposely set. Why, I don’t know other than the captain mentioned some family issues.”

“I know that sounds ominous, but you were there with the fire. No one ran away from the scene and there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary.” Stoker half laughed. “And you’re not buying a word I’m saying. What did you find? Anything?”

“Well, I was shot at by a trucker who didn’t want me there.”

“What the hell?” Stoker exclaimed. “Are you okay?”

“They either weren’t very good shots or were only trying to give off a warning shot. Either way, pissed me off.” Garcia gave him a look.

Stoker flanked his side. “That does change things a bit. You gonna tell the sheriff?”

“Not yet. Want to do some snooping.” Garcia sipped his coffee, his thoughts drifting back to Laney. She hadn’t called. She hadn’t tried to get in touch in any manner.

“Whatever you think this is, you need to tell someone who can actually do something about it.”

“Maybe. I know the two deputies on the case. They didn’t want to let me in on any details.”

“That’s because they’re doing their jobs just like you need to do yours,” Stoker reminded. He took a gulp of coffee then placed the cup down on the counter.

“What do you make of this?” Garcia pulled out his phone, showing his buddy the picture of the kerosene heater.

Stoker let out a long breath. “Okay, I know exactly what you’re going to say. Why is the wall standing? Why isn’t the heater burned to a crisp? Right?”

He could only nod.

“You’ve been around fires for years. You’ve seen them almost out then kick up again in another location. You’ve been around accelerant that created a massive blaze, destroying everything else but a three-foot area around the start of the fire. You know what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I do. The heater could have started the fire.”

“Exactly, so leave it alone. You got bigger things to worry about,” Stoker said as he winked. “I gotta get back. You coming?”

Garcia shook his head. “I want to check on Laney, make certain she’s okay. Then I may stop by the hospital and talk to Mr. Hatcher. I know he has some family issues, but those assholes meant business.”

“You aren’t going to let this go. Are you?” Stoker groaned. “Don’t do anything stupid, my friend. Maybe they thought you were trespassing, which, by the way, you were.”

“Yeah, I get it. Just have a bad feeling about this.”

“Right now, you’re questioning everything.” Stoker walked toward the door. “So, you know, the service for Jimmy Martin is going to be on Wednesday. You will be there.”

He gave Stoker a hard look before softening his expression. “Of course. Tell Jessica hello for me.”

He placed his hand on the doorknob then cocked his head. “You asked me once why I became a smokejumper. I was only partially honest with you, at least about the last time.”

Narrowing his eyes, Garcia walked into the living room. “Okay.”

“Everything I said was true, but the reason this last time didn’t have anything to do with you nagging me to death.” His grin quickly faded. “I guess I was terrified that if I didn’t face my fears, I’d fall into a deep depression that I’d never come out of. You have no idea how many times I thought about suicide.”

This wasn’t news, but the admittance meant Stoker was finally healing. “I know. I could tell how close to the edge you were.”

Stoker curled his lip. “You knew me at times better than Cooper did. I could see myself as Cooper, the anger consuming me. Jumping has helped ease the fears. Jessica took away the pain. Whatever is keeping you awake at night is your crossroads. This is the point where you make a decision for you and not because of your father, or your friends or what your lover suggests or hopes that you’ll do. This is for you. You’re a damn good smokejumper and I’m proud to serve alongside of you, but if you choose to leave, set up an auto mechanic’s shop, I’ll still be your friend.”

He could see such concern in his friend’s eyes. “I don’t think there’s a chance in hell that’s going to happen since I can only change a tire, maybe the oil.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are and I appreciate it. Look, you still buddy, buddy with the fire investigator?”

“I don’t know about buddy, buddy but Frederick and I talk, grab a beer occasionally,” Stoker said. “You want me to ask him about the fires. Don’t you?”

“Will ya?”

Stoker lifted a single eyebrow. “Fine, email me the pictures as well. He might as well have the full story. But you’re going to owe me. There’s this wedding I’m planning in like two weeks.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there. I mean, I’m happy to help.” Garcia walked to the door, a teasing grin on his face. “Tell the captain I’ll give him a call in a couple days.”

“Uh-huh. You don’t then I send Riker and Landen after you.”

He held up his hand, feigning fear. “Please, God, no!”

“Landen knows some girls down at the county administrator’s office. I’ll get him to dig up the records on Hatcher’s place. See if anyone else stands to gain insurance money.”

“I appreciate it.”

Stoker opened the door. “Oh, and one more thing. I hear there’s an open portion of the meeting on Tuesday in front of the mayor and the city council. They take comments from the audience. I can only imagine what a smart, sophisticated and intelligent smokejumper’s words might mean.”

“Well, you’re going to be pressed to find one of those.” Garcia grinned.

“Hard ass.”

When Garcia closed the door, he heard his phone. Grabbing it on the third ring, he grinned from ear to ear. “How are you today, beautiful?”

“Tired. Some sexy man kept me awake until all hours,” Laney cooed.

Relief rushed through him hearing her voice and the peaceful tone. “No more strange phone calls?”

“Nothing. Everything was quiet. I honestly think I’m just jumping to conclusions. Nothing more. Seeing spooky shadows is going to be next.”

Why was she hiding more of the story? “How about dinner tonight? I can come pick you up. You can meet Beauty.”

“Garcia, that sounds wonderful, but I actually have some work to do before class tomorrow. You know, I do work,” she laughed, the lilt easy going.

Whatever had changed overnight, he remained concerned. At least he could spend time finding out as much information about Troy Bruester as possible. “I understand. Tomorrow?”

“Maybe. Let me see how school goes tomorrow. Okay?”

“Hmmm… You’re not blowing me off, are you? I don’t take being turned down well.”

“I just bet you don’t,” Laney cooed. “Not at all. In fact, I have a few sexy things I’d like to do to you.”

His cock ached just hearing her talk. “Call me later?”

“I will. Have a great day. And Garcia?”

“What, sexy?”

“I want you to know that you’re an incredible man. I’m so happy I met you.”

When Garcia ended the call, the same nagging feeling remained in the pit of his stomach.

She was saying goodbye.