been as enjoyable without Lucas. She’d tried for a while. She’d even convinced Camden to take her hiking a few times. He’d spent most of the trek tracking their coordinates and spouting information about the local flora and fauna.
Fun times.
“You’re deep in thought,” Lucas said as he ushered her down the porch steps. “What’s on your mind?”
You, she almost said, but she was afraid of how that would sound and of what it might mean.
“Hiking and rock climbing and camping,” she said instead. “All the things I used to do before I moved to the frigid Northeast.”
“You missed those things, huh?” He opened the hatchback of a rusty old Ford and unlocked a dog kennel that had been secured to the bed of the truck. Henry jumped in, circling once before settling down.
“More than I realized.”
“Then we’ll have to do them again. Once you’re healed up.” He opened the passenger door, lifting her into the seat before she realized what he was doing.
“I could have gotten in myself,” she protested, her cheeks blazing.
“True, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun.” His hands rested on her waist, his face so close she could see gold flecks in his green eyes. “Sorry about the ride, by the way. My grandmother needed her sedan back.”
“Is that who the car belonged to? I didn’t think it was yours.”
“You know me well, Em.” He smiled, skimming a knuckle down her cheek.
“I knew you well.”
“I haven’t changed that much. I still love hiking, camping and rock climbing. I still love old cars and trucks.”
“You still love playing cops and robbers,” she added, and he laughed.
“That, too.” He closed the door, sealing her into the old truck. It smelled like leather and sunshine and something warm and wonderful that reminded her of Lucas.
When he got in the car, she wanted to tell him that. She wanted to say that she hadn’t ever forgotten the years they’d spent as best friends or the way he’d always been there for her. She’d lived through some of her toughest times in Sagebrush, but maybe she’d lived through some of her best, too.
He slid into the driver’s seat, the Stetson hat shadowing his face. “It shouldn’t take long to look through the stills. When we’re finished, I’ll take you to the diner if you want.”
“If I want? There isn’t much I’d like more, but you don’t have to take me there. Just drop me off back here. I’ll drive over myself.”
“I don’t think so, Emma,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you shouldn’t be at the diner alone. Not after what happened there.”
“You don’t really think he’ll go back there, do you?”
“Until I know what his motive was, I can’t say, but I’d rather you be safe than sorry.”
He had a point, and with evening pressing in on the windows and darkness edging at the horizon, she didn’t think she wanted to be there alone. “You’re right.”
“I’m glad we’re in agreement.” He patted her knee, his hand settling there.
She didn’t pull away, but maybe she should have.
No men ever again. That had been her motto, but being around Lucas made her wonder if it was a motto she could live by. “You didn’t tell me what the evidence found on the ski mask was.”
“Because they didn’t find anything. Aside from the photos from the surveillance videos, we don’t have much to go on.”
“Maybe it was just a random crime. Maybe nearly getting caught scared the guy enough to keep him from committing another one.”
“Anything is possible,” he said. “But that’s not the way things usually work out.”
“Are you going to tell me how they do work out?” She stared out the side window as he drove through Sagebrush, watching as trees and houses zipped by. If Lucas was right, the guy that had attacked her was out there somewhere just waiting for another chance to strike.
“A person going after money is going to keep going after money. Someone out for revenge will keep looking for it. A criminal is going to keep committing crimes.”
“That’s a pleasant thought.”
“I don’t want it to be pleasant. I want it to be disturbing, because until you’re disturbed and worried, you’re not going to be careful.”
“Trust me. I’m going to be careful. I don’t want a repeat of what happened the other night.”
“That makes two of us,” he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot of the Sagebrush Police Department and parked near the building.
“Stay put until I come around,” he said as he got out of the truck.
She wasn’t one to wait for someone else to open doors for her, but dusk had fallen in deep shades of purple and blue and the corners of the parking lot were shadowy and dark. It reminded her of the parking lot behind of the diner. Anyone could be lurking in the darkness.
She shuddered, slouching down in the seat as she waited for Lucas to round the truck.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
