now he was back in her life, easing his way back into her heart.
But she wasn’t the girl who’d cried for a week when he went to college. She wasn’t the child who’d idolized him. She was an adult with too many problems and not enough solutions.
“You didn’t answer my question.” His words seeped into her thoughts, and she took a sip of coffee, trying to wash down the lump in her throat.
“About how I slept? About as good as could be expected. I kept thinking about that unlocked gate.”
“You and me both. I’m anxious to hear what Chad discovered after we left.”
“If he discovered anything. Maybe you were right. Maybe I did just leave the gate open.”
“I don’t think I ever said that’s what happened.”
“I’m sure you were thinking it.”
“For about two seconds, but I know you. I know you’re thorough in everything you do.”
“You knew me.”
“That, too.”
“Levi…”
“What?”
“We need to keep this professional.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” He pulled into a parking lot a few blocks from the Alamo and rounded the car as Susannah got out.
“It should be.”
“But?”
“But…” The coffee. The ride. The way she felt when she looked into his eyes. It felt personal. Too personal.
“We’re old friends, reconnecting after years apart. That doesn’t mean we can’t be professionals doing our jobs, too.” He smiled, and Susannah wished she were as comfortable as he seemed.
“There’s a lot at stake, and we can’t afford to be distracted.”
“I think you know that neither of us could be distracted enough to let our work slide. What are you really afraid of, Susannah?”
“Who said I’m afraid?”
“You may not have said the words, but I see it in your eyes every time I look at you.”
The words were a splash of ice water in the face—the knowledge that he could read her so easily, emphasizing how personal things with him could become.
“I just want to make sure we understand each other.”
“That would be a lot easier if you’d tell me what you’re really thinking.”
“I’m thinking that I don’t need any more complications in my life. I’m thinking that is exactly what you are.”
“A complication? I think I’m flattered.”
“Don’t be. The past year had been tough. All I want is to get my life back to what it used to be.”
“That may not be possible.”
“Why do you stay that?” She glanced his way, saw that he was staring straight ahead.
“Certain things in our lives happen, and they change us forever.”
It was true.
She knew it.
But that didn’t mean she wanted to admit it. Not to him. Maybe even not to herself.
“Like I said, I want to keep things professional between us.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Maybe I am.” She took out her key, hurrying the last few steps to the Alamo.
To his credit, Levi didn’t press for more. Just followed her into the chapel, his silence weighted and heavy.
“We’d better get to work. The rest of the Alamo Rangers will be here soon, and I’d like to finish before they arrive.” She spoke into the tension, hoping to ease it as she walked into the office and opened a file cabinet.
She could feel the weight of Levi’s stare as she spread a map out on the desk, but she didn’t turn to meet his gaze.
He’d been right when he’d said she was afraid. Of him. Of what she felt when she was with him.
Because she really didn’t need complications in her life, and she really didn’t want them.
But Levi—he was different.
An old friend.
And when she was with him, she felt safe.
She scowled, jabbing at the map. “Each of the Alamo gates is marked. As I told you last night, we plan to have an Alamo Ranger stationed at each one. The garden area is to the west of the chapel. Our guests will walk in at the chapel, follow the path around to the gardens and be seated by paid ushers.”
“They’re vetted?” He moved close, apparently willing to switch gears.
“The ushers? Of course. The Alamo Planning Committee hired them, and we did background checks on all of them.”
“I’d like a list of names.”
“It’s in the folder. All our preparations are documented.” She handed him the folder she’d put together. Professional, together, ready to do the job. That’s the impression she wanted to give, and she relaxed as Levi glanced through the information.
“This looks great. Will there be caterers on-site? Drinks served?”
“No. As I’m sure you know, there’s a luncheon planned at the River Walk Hotel as soon as the ceremony ends. I was told your people were responsible for escorting and protecting our guests once they leave the compound.”
“We have a team set up.”
“Some of the VIPs have their own security, too.” The vice president would come with secret service agents and leave with them. The governor would do the same.
“My office is working closely with theirs to make sure all the security details are in place. Coming, going and everything in between.” He frowned, circling the long barracks with his finger. “You’ve got a lot of places for people and things to hide. We’ll be bringing in dogs to sniff for explosives the morning of, but we’ll want to be even more cautious than usual during the days preceding the event.” He was all business, and Susannah was relieved, glad to immerse herself in plans.
“We can have more security officers on-site during that time.”
“Your boss will approve?”
“He’s given me free rein to make decisions for the team. I’ll run it by him
