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“You’ve been good to me through all of this. I won’t forget it.”

Dade stared at her. “That sounds like some kind of goodbye.”

She looked ready to say yes, it was. But Dade wasn’t about to accept a goodbye, so he kissed her. It was ill-timed. But it was also what he needed. Hopefully it was what Kayla needed, too.

“Remember,” he said against her mouth, “I’m the guy who makes you forget to breathe.” He meant to make it sound light, but it sure didn’t come out that way.

Her eyes met his again, but there was no humor, no teasing. “That’s true. And if you don’t think that scares me, think again.”

He brushed his mouth against hers. “Fear is the last thing I want you to feel when it comes to me.”

“Too late.” And she kissed him in a way that made him melt.

Dade returned the favor. “Funny, you don’t sound afraid.” She sounded aroused, and looked it as well, with her heavy eyelids and flushed cheeks.

He felt her muscles go slack, and she slipped her hands around the back of his neck. “I’m only afraid you might stop,” she whispered..

About the Author

Imagine a family tree that includes Texas cowboys, Choctaw and Cherokee Indians, a Louisiana pirate and a Scottish rebel who battled side by side with William Wallace. With ancestors like that, it’s easy to understand why Texas author and former air force captain DELORES FOSSEN feels as if she were genetically predisposed to writing romances. Along the way to fulfilling her DNA destiny, Delores married an air force top gun who just happens to be of Viking descent. With all those romantic bases covered, she doesn’t have to look too far for inspiration.

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Chapter One

Kayla Brennan sure didn’t look like a killer.

That was Deputy Sheriff Dade Ryland’s first thought when his glare landed on the blonde who was running down the staircase. His second thought went in a different direction.

A bad one.

More specifically to her dark purple dress that hugged every curve of her body. Real curves. Something that always got his attention even when it shouldn’t.

Like now, for instance.

Sex and Kayla Brennan shouldn’t be occupying the same side of his brain.

He’d seen her before, of course, from a distance. Just over a year ago at the Silver Creek sheriff’s office where she was being questioned about her husband’s suspicious fatal car accident. That day Dade watched her from the doorway of his office. But she’d been pregnant then and had hidden those spicy blue eyes behind a pair of designer sunglasses. She’d shown no emotion of any kind.

Unlike now.

He saw just a flash of fear before she closed down. That pretty face became a rock-hard wall.

Dade cleared his throat and kicked up his glare a notch, hoping both would give him an attitude adjustment. It did. But then it wasn’t hard to remember that this curvy blonde might be partly responsible for the death of someone he loved.

“I heard the doorbell,” Kayla announced. She paused on the bottom step when she spotted Dade in the doorway, and her attention flew in the direction of the other man in the foyer. “Who’s he?” she demanded.

Because Kayla apparently didn’t recognize him, Dade tapped the badge clipped to his rawhide belt. “He has a name, and it’s Deputy Sheriff Dade Ryland.” He nudged the other man aside and stepped into the foyer so he could close the door.

Her left eyebrow rose, and her gaze slipped back to Dade. “You’re a deputy?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “You look more outlaw than lawman.”

Yeah, he got that a lot, but Dade wasn’t about to let Kayla get away with the observation. “You’d know all about outlaws, wouldn’t you?”

She flinched a little. Just enough to make Dade wonder exactly how raw that nerve was he’d hit.

Her flinch quickly turned to a scalpel-sharp glare, and she was almost as good at that particular expression as he was. “What are you doing in my house?”

House. That was a loose term for what was actually the Texas-sized mansion on the outskirts of his hometown of Silver Creek. A mansion she’d inherited when her husband had been killed. Dade had been raised nearby in a big ranch house with sixteen rooms, but he was betting the Brennan place was double that size.

The same probably went for Kayla’s pocketbook, although Dade had some one-upmanship on her in that particular department. His family had earned their money through hard, back-breaking, honest work on the ranch. Kayla had married her millions, and those millions were as dirty as she no doubt was.

“I’m here on official business,” Dade informed her. He glanced at the bald, gorilla-sized man who moved a few steps away. Dade knew his name was Kenneth Mitchell.

Kayla’s so-called bodyguard.

Probably more like a hired gun as dirty as the woman paying his salary, and that’s why Dade kept his hand on his gun tucked in his shoulder holster.

“The deputy says you’re in his protective custody,” Kenneth relayed to Kayla. His bulky body strained against his black suit, just as the muscles in his face strained against his skin.

She studied Dade, her eyes narrowing. “How did you know I was here? I led everyone to believe that I’d be at my house in San Antonio.”

Dade shrugged, figuring the answer was obvious. “The district attorney, Winston Calhoun, called the sheriff and told him.”

The way she pulled in her breath let him know that the answer had not been so obvious to her after all. “Mr. Calhoun assured me that he would keep my whereabouts a secret.”

Dade tipped his head to the badge again. “He didn’t exactly announce it to the press. He told me because you’re in my protective custody.”

Her eyes narrowed even more. “Protective custody?” she repeated. “How do you figure that?”

Dade walked closer to her. “Easy. You’re the state’s material witness, and the D.A. wants you alive long enough to testify against your father-in-law.”

There it was in a nutshell, but that didn’t begin to cover what Dade wanted from this woman. Yes, he wanted her to testify against her late-husband’s scummy father, Charles Brennan. He wanted her to take the stand and spill her guts about the extortion and murders that Brennan had committed. While she was at it, Dade wanted to know if Brennan had killed his own son—Kayla’s husband.

But those were just the icing.

What Dade really wanted her to admit on the stand was that she’d had some part in another crime.

Ellie’s murder.

Dade had to take a deep breath as those memories crashed through him.

Ellie hadn’t been just his sister-in-law and his twin brother’s wife. Dade had loved her as deeply as he did his blood family. Kayla Brennan and her scumbag father-in-law were going to pay for killing Ellie.

“Don’t worry,” Kayla said with a sappy sweetness that couldn’t be genuine. “I didn’t come out of hiding just to let someone silence me.”

No, but Kayla had come out of hiding after nearly a year. So she could testify, she’d told the D.A. But Dade wondered if there was more to it than that. He knew the D.A. had been trying to contact her for months, and she hadn’t responded.

Until three hours ago.

Then, Kayla had called D.A. Winston Calhoun and told him that she would testify against her father-in-law in an extortion and racketeering trial. A trial that could send Charles Brennan to jail for several decades.

Hardly the death sentence Dade wanted for him.

However, Dade was willing to bet that Brennan had no plans to spend one minute behind bars, much less a decade. And he probably wouldn’t. From what Dade had read, the case was weak at best, and witnesses kept backing out or disappearing.

But now Kayla had arrived on the scene.

Dade couldn’t believe Kayla had doing her civic duty in mind. No, this was probably some kind of revenge move to get back at her father-in-law. No honor among thieves in the Brennan clan.

“I wasn’t worried about you,” Dade corrected. “Just doing a job I was ordered to do.” And he had indeed been ordered by not just the sheriff, who was his brother, but by the D.A. Kayla was a star witness in every sense of the word, and a lot of people wanted her alive.

She made a sound of sarcastic amusement and breezed past him to head toward the double front doors. “I’ll stay alive so I can testify, and I don’t need you or anyone else in your family to protect me. That’s why I hired Kenneth.”

Dade stared at her. Well, he stared at her backside anyway because she was already walking away from him. Her low thin heels made delicate clicks on the veiny marble floor.

“I don’t care how many guns you hire,” Dade informed her. “You’re still in my protective custody.”

Kayla stopped and glanced at him from over her shoulder. The corner of her rose-tinged mouth lifted just a fraction, but it wasn’t a smile on her face. “Protective custody, you say? Right. Those two words don’t go together when it comes to you or any member of your family. The Rylands hate me.”

Dade didn’t deny it. “We have reason to hate you.”

“No.” She huffed, causing a wisp of her hair to move slightly. “You have reason to hate someone for your sister-in-law’s murder, but I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Got proof of that?”

“Do you have proof to the contrary?” she fired right back at him.

He leaned in a little. “If I did, your butt would be in jail right now.”

Another smirk. A short-lived one. She turned away so that he couldn’t see her face. Her head lowered slightly. “Well, because I’m here and not in the Silver Creek jail, you obviously have no proof. So you can leave.”

“I wish.” Dade went closer while keeping an eye on Kayla’s bodyguard. “Nothing would make me happier than to walk out that door and leave you to deal with the wolves, but I have my orders.”

“You can take your orders and get out.” She reached for the doorknob, but Dade snagged her wrist with his left hand.

The wrist snag obviously didn’t sit well with her bodyguard because he reached for his gun. Dade reached for his, too.

“Stop this!” Kayla practically yelled. She jerked her hand away from Dade and shook her head. “Please,” she said. Her voice was softer now but edged with the nerves that were right beneath her skin. “Just leave.”

Dade’s nerves were too close to the surface, too, and touching Kayla certainly hadn’t helped. He felt ornerier than usual, and that wasn’t good because he was the king of ornery. Best to go ahead and lay down some ground rules.

Dade aimed his index finger at Kenneth. “You draw that gun and I’ll shoot you where you stand. Got that?”

Oh, the man wanted to argue all right. Dade could see it in his eyes, but he knew what was in his own eyes—determination to finish this damn job so he could get the heck out of there.

When Kenneth finally eased his hand away from his weapon, Dade turned back to Kayla. “Where’s your baby?”

She pulled back her shoulders. “That’s none of your business.”

He tapped his badge in case she’d forgotten. “This isn’t personal, lady. I’m asking because I need to establish some security measures.” He got closer, violating her personal space and then some.

Not the brightest idea he’d ever had. His chest brushed against her breasts, and he got a fire-hot reminder that Kayla was a woman.

Dade held his ground and met her eye-to-eye. “Where’s your son?” he repeated.

She didn’t back down, either. “He’s sleeping upstairs. Now tell me what this is all about.”

Dade ignored her question. “Is your son away from the windows?”

She stepped back and her breath rattled in her throat. “Why?”

Dade gave her a flat look. “Because my protective custody extends to your son, Robert.”

“Robbie,” she corrected, although she looked as if she wanted to curse for giving him even that little bit of personal information about her child. A kid who was supposedly just eleven months old. A baby. And it was because of the baby that Dade had quit arguing about this assignment so he could drive out to the Brennan estate.

He didn’t care a rat’s you-know-what about Kayla, but he would do everything within his power to protect an innocent child.

Even her child.

“The deputy’s trying to scare you,” Kenneth interjected.

“Yeah, I am,” Dade readily admitted. He looked at her again to make sure she got what he was saying. “And if you have any sense whatsoever, you’ll be scared because you can’t believe Brennan is going to let you get anywhere near that witness stand tomorrow morning.”

Her bottom lip trembled a little, but she kept her chin up and her expression resolute.

“Your baby’s safety is one of the main reasons for the protective custody,” Dade informed her. “I have to take your son and you to a safe house. Sheriff’s orders.”

She started the head shaking again. “I’ve already had someone upgrade the security system, and I can hire more bodyguards.” Kayla looked at him. “I wouldn’t have come back here to Silver Creek if I hadn’t thought I could keep my son safe.”

Dade made sure they had eye contact again. “You thought wrong.”

She glanced out the sidelight window. “I don’t believe that. Charles wouldn’t do anything that would risk hurting Robbie.”

“That’s a chance you’re willing to take?”

She didn’t answer that. “Besides, I don’t trust you any more than I trust Charles.”

Dade couldn’t blame her. The Rylands hadn’t exactly been friendly since Ellie’s murder. Things would stay that way, too, but it wouldn’t stop Dade from doing his job.

Kayla stepped closer to him. So close that he caught her scent. Not perfume but baby powder.

“I’ll call my attorney,” she said with her voice lowered. “But I’m certain you can’t force protective custody on me.”

She was right. Well, unless he thought she was going to run. But because she’d arrived voluntarily, he didn’t exactly have reason to believe she would leave.

“Think about your son’s safety,” Dade reminded her.

“I am.” And she turned and opened the door. “I can keep him safe without so-called help from the Rylands.”

Fine. Dade had warned his brother and the D.A. that this wouldn’t be an easy notion to sell, and both had told Dade that somehow he had to convince Kayla otherwise. Well, he’d failed, but he darn sure wasn’t going to lose any sleep over it.

Dade was barely an inch out the door when Kayla slammed it so hard that he felt the gust of air wash over him. It mixed with the blast of chilly February wind that came right at him. He waited a second until he heard her engage the lock. He waited an extra second to see if she would change her mind, but when she didn’t reopen the door, Dade cursed and headed off the porch and toward his truck.

Hell.

He really didn’t want to go back to the sheriff’s office and tell his brother, Grayson, that he’d failed. Not that Grayson was likely keeping count or anything, but Dade figured he already had too many failures on his records. Far more than the other deputies in Silver Creek. Still, he couldn’t force a hardheaded woman to listen to reason.

Dade opened the door to his truck, moved to get inside and then stopped. He lifted his head, listened and looked around.

The area surrounding the circular drive and front of the estate was well lit so he had a good view of pretty much everything within thirty yards in any direction. But it wasn’t the lit areas that troubled him. It was the thick clusters of trees and shrubs on the east and west sides of the estate.

He waited, trying to tamp down the bad feeling he had about all of this. But the bad feeling stayed right with him, settling hard and cold in his stomach.

Dade cursed, shoved his truck keys in his pocket and headed back for the estate. He didn’t relish going a second round with the curvy Kayla, but he would for the sake of her son. Dade turned. Made it just one step.

And that’s when the shot rang out.

Chapter Two

Kayla was halfway up the stairs, but the sound stopped her cold.

A sharp, piercing blast.

The sound tore through the house. And her.

She froze for just a second, but Kenneth certainly didn’t. He drew his gun.

“Get down!” Kenneth shouted. “Someone just fired a shot.”

Kayla’s heart started to pound, and her breath began to race. She had no intentions of getting down. She had to get to her baby. She had to protect Robbie.

There was another shot, followed by someone banging on the front door.

“Let me in!” that someone shouted. It was Deputy Dade Ryland. He was cursing, and while he bashed his fist against the door, he continued to yell for them to let him inside before he got killed.

Her first thought was that Dade was responsible for the shots, but that didn’t make sense. He’d come here to warn her of danger, and if he’d wanted to shoot at them, then he could have done it in the foyer at point-blank range. Still, that didn’t mean she trusted the deputy.

“You need to get down,” Kenneth warned her again, and he headed to the door to disengage the security system and let in the deputy.

Dade didn’t wait for the door to be fully open. The moment Kenneth cracked it, he dived through nearly knocking down her bodyguard in the process. The deputy had his gun drawn and ready, and he reached over to slap off the lights. In the same motion, he kicked the door shut.

“Lock it and reset the security system,” Dade ordered Kenneth. He took out his phone from his jeans pocket and called for backup.

Even though he’d turned off the lights in the foyer, Kayla had no trouble seeing Dade because the lamp in the adjacent living room was blazing. Dade’s eyes were blazing, too, and he turned that hot glare on her.

“I heard your bodyguard tell you to get down. What part of that didn’t you understand?” Dade barked.

“I have to get to my son,” she barked right back, and Kayla continued up the stairs. Or rather that’s what she tried to do, but the third shot wasn’t just a loud blast. It ripped through the window in the living room, spewing glass everywhere. And worse, the bullet tore into the stair railing just a few yards below her.

She froze. Oh, mercy. Someone wasn’t just shooting. The person was actually trying to kill her.

“Now will you get down?” Dade demanded.

Without warning, Dade aimed his gun into the living room and fired, the blast echoing through the foyer. He shot out the lamp, plunging them into darkness. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust.

Even over the blast still roaring in her ears, Kayla heard a sound that robbed her of what little breath she had left. Robbie started to cry. He wasn’t alone. The nanny, Connie Mullins, was with him, but Kayla didn’t want to count on the petite sixty-year-old woman when it came to a situation like this.

A situation that had turned deadly.

Kayla refused to think of the possibility this could end with her death. And that wouldn’t even be a worst-case scenario. Worst case would be for Robbie to get hurt.

Dade pointed to the living room where he’d just shot out the light. “Can you see the SOB shooting at your boss?” he asked Kenneth.

Her bodyguard shook his head, and both men glanced up at her as she started to crawl toward the nursery.

Dade cursed. “Cover me,” he said to Kenneth. The order barely made it out of his mouth when he came barreling up the stairs, his cowboy boots hitting against the hardwood steps.

But that wasn’t the only sound.

More shots came. One right behind the other. Each of them ripped through the expensive carved-wood railing and sent splinters flying in every direction. That didn’t stop Dade. He made it to her, crawling over her to shove her as low as she could get.

“Robbie,” she managed to say.

Dade’s gaze slashed to hers. “If you go to him, the bullets will follow you.”

That was the only possible thing he could have said to make her stop.

Kayla froze, and the full impact of that warning slammed into her as hard as the bullets battering the foyer. Oh, no. She’d put her son in danger. This was the very thing she’d tried to avoid, the very reason she’d come out of hiding, and she had only made it worse.

Again.

The anger collided with the fear, and she wanted to hit her fists against the stairs. She wanted to scream out for the shooter to stop. But more than those things, she just wanted to protect her baby.

“Is your son with a nanny?” Dade asked.

Kayla managed a nod. She’d asked Connie to wait in the nursery when she heard Dade ring the doorbell. “In there,” she said, pointing to the first door off the left hall.

“Are they near a bathroom with a tub?” he also wanted to know.

Another nod. “There’s one adjoining the nursery.” And Kayla hated that she hadn’t thought of that herself. “Connie?” she shouted.

“What’s going on, Kayla?” the woman shouted back.

“I’m not sure,” Kayla lied. “Just take Robbie into the bathroom and get in the tub.” The porcelain tub would be their shield against the bullets.

Robbie was still crying, and the sound of her son’s wails let her know that Connie was on the move. Robbie’s voice became more and more faint until Kayla couldn’t hear him at all.

That didn’t help her nerves.

Hearing him had at least allowed her to know that he was all right. Still, she didn’t want him out in the open in the nursery in case this attack continued.

As if to prove to her that it would, more bullets ripped through the foyer.

“How long before backup arrives?” Kenneth shouted.

“Too long,” Dade answered. “At least fifteen minutes. This place isn’t exactly in city limits.”

Kenneth cursed and took cover behind a table. Kayla silently cursed as well. In fifteen minutes they could all be dead.

“I have to move you,” Dade informed her. Other than a glance that had an I-told-you-this-could-happen snarl to it, his attention volleyed between the living room and the front door.

Kayla shook her head. “But you said I can’t go near Robbie.”

“You can’t. But it’s only a matter of time before the shooter changes positions.” He tipped his head toward the front. “There are a lot of windows, and he’ll have a clean shot once he moves.”

Not if he moves but once.

“I’ll roll to the side, just a little,” Dade instructed. “And without standing up, I want you to get to the top of the stairs. Duck behind the first thing you see that can provide some cover.”

Kayla managed to nod, and the moment that Dade lifted his weight off her, she did as he’d ordered. She covered her head with her hands and scrambled up the stairs as fast as she could.

The shots didn’t stop, and one plowed into the wall above her just as Kayla dived to the side of a table. She’d barely managed that when Dade came barreling toward her. He hooked his arm around her waist and dragged her away from the table, away from the wall.

But also away from the nursery.

He hauled her toward the right, the opposite side from where Robbie and the nanny were, and Kayla was thankful that Dade had given her son that extra cushion of security. However, there was no cushion for Dade and her. They were off the stairs, yes, but the bullets continued to come at them. Dade flattened her on the floor and crawled back over her.

Kayla was well aware of his body pressed hard against hers. His breathing, too, because it was gusting in her ear. But she also felt his corded muscles and the determination to keep her alive.

That didn’t mean, however, he’d succeed.

And that both frightened and infuriated her.

Just like that, the shots stopped. Kayla held her breath, waiting and praying that this was over, but it was Dade’s profanity that let her know it wasn’t.

She glanced back at him, and her gaze collided with those steel grays. He barely looked at her, but in that glimpse he managed to convey his concern and his disgust.

He hated her.

All the Rylands hated her. And Kayla couldn’t blame them. Guilt by association. Her father-in-law had probably caused Ellie Ryland’s death. And so far, he’d gotten off scot-free, thanks to a team of good lawyers and a technicality in some of the paperwork that had been used in his original arrest.

“What?” Dade snarled.

It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her, and she knew why. She was staring at him.

“Nothing,” Kayla mumbled. And she forced her attention away from the one man who should disgust her as much as the shooter outside. But much to her dismay, what she felt wasn’t total disgust.

Yet more proof that she was stupid.

She had noticed Dade Ryland’s storm-black hair. It was a little too long, and his five o’clock stubble was a little too dark for her to think of him as handsome. No. It was worse than that. He wasn’t handsome.

He was hot in that bad-boy, outlaw sort of way.

Well, she’d already been burned by one bad boy, and she wasn’t looking for another. Not now. Not ever again.

Dade gave her another glance, and she could have sworn he smirked, as if he could read her mind.

“You see the shooter yet?” Dade called down to the bodyguard.

“No.”

“The shooter’s probably moving,” Dade growled. He levered himself up just slightly and re-aimed his gun toward the front of the house.

Kayla could do nothing other than hope this would end with her baby unharmed. She’d been a fool to come back, a fool to respond to Charles’s latest threat.

But what else could she have done?

She had to get out from beneath the hold Charles had on her. She had to try to make a safe, normal life for her son. But instead, she’d gotten this.

“Someone told Charles I was here,” she mumbled. “Probably the D.A. or a Ryland.” She hadn’t meant to say Dade’s family name so loudly, but by God it was hard to tamp down the anger while bracing for another attack.

“No one in my family is responsible for this,” Dade informed her. “Lady, you got into this mess all by yourself.”

She wanted to argue, but the sound stopped her. In the distance she heard sirens. No doubt the backup that Dade had called. Even though she didn’t like the idea of the place crawling with any more Rylands, it was better than the alternative.

She hoped.

Beneath them in the foyer, Kayla heard her bodyguard moving around. Maybe so he could try to spot the shooter. Dade moved, too. He used his forearm to push her face back to the carpet, and he maneuvered himself off her. This time not just an inch or two. He reared up and took aim at the front windows.

He fired.

The blast roared through her ears, and she had no time to recover before there was another shot. Not from Dade. This one came tearing through the foyer but from a different angle than before. This bullet took out one of the front windows and sent glass flying through the air.

Dade had been right. The shooter had moved. And now Dade and she were in his direct line of fire.

For a few moments at the beginning of the attack, Kayla had hoped the shots were meant as a warning. A way to get her to grab Robbie and go back into hiding. But this was no warning.

This was an assassination attempt.

Dade sent another shot the gunman’s way, and she put her hands over her ears to shut out the painful noise. However, she could still hear them. And the siren. It grew closer and closer as the gunman’s shots came faster and faster. He wasn’t panicking, and he definitely wasn’t running. He was trying to kill her before the sheriff arrived.

“Stay down,” Dade warned her. He shifted his gun toward one of the other front windows and fired.

This time, Kayla heard another sound. A groan of some kind, following by a heavy thud. Had Dade managed to shoot the gunman? Maybe.

Kayla looked up and followed the direction of Dade’s aim. There. Through the jagged shards of glass jutting from the window frame, she saw something.

A man.

He was dressed head to toe in black, and it was only because of the porch light that she could see his silhouette. She could also see his gun, and he took aim at Dade and her.

Kayla yelled for Dade to get down, and she latched onto him to pull him back to the floor. But he threw off her grip and fired at the shadowy figure.

The man fired a shot as well and then clutched his shoulder. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought this time maybe Dade had managed to shoot him.

Dade must have thought that too because he headed down the stairs, taking them two at a time while he kept his gun trained on the person on the porch. Kayla could only watch with her breath held and her heart pounding so hard that it might come out of her chest.

The man on the porch fired.

She yelled to warn Dade, but her warning was drowned out by another shot and the sounds of the approaching sirens. She heard Dade curse as if in pain, but what he didn’t do was get down. He raced toward the door, threw it open and fired again.

But so did the gunman.

Oh, God.

She realized then that if this assassin managed to kill Dade that he would come after Robbie and her next. Of course, Kenneth was down there, somewhere, but if the gunman got past the bodyguard, then Kayla would have no way to defend her baby and herself.

Kayla cursed herself for not bringing some kind of weapon with her. But she wouldn’t need a weapon if this goon tried to get to her baby. No. Pure raw adrenaline and the need to protect her child would give her the strength to fight whoever came through that door.