lead him rather than carefully planning and using his head.
He finished his coffee and then headed for his bedroom. As he made the bed, he thought of how passionate she’d been, how eagerly she’d responded to his every touch the night before.
After making the bed, he checked in with his office and was glad to hear that there were no fires that needed to be put out. It would be a long day awaiting Greta’s return.
Tyler had few friends. Taking over the family business and making it successful and seeing to Mark’s welfare had taken up most of the time when young men hung out at bars or sporting events and built friendships.
Thankfully, he had one good friend, the rancher next door. Derek Underwood was three years older than Tyler, but the two had struck up an unlikely friendship that Tyler cherished.
He returned to the kitchen and punched Derek’s number into his cell phone. Derek answered on the second ring. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and drink a cup of coffee and shoot the bull with me for a little while,” Tyler said.
“You’re at home? On a Wednesday morning?” Derek replied in surprise.
“I took the day off,” Tyler said.
“I’d better look outside to see if the sky is falling.”
Tyler laughed. “You want to come by or not?”
“Sure, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
The two men hung up and Tyler made a fresh pot of coffee. By the time it had finished brewing, Derek was at his back door. On the surface the two men were exact opposites.
Derek’s wardrobe consisted solely of worn jeans and flannel shirts. Some days he shaved; some days he didn’t. His dark brown hair was long and shaggy and appeared to have not been acquainted with a comb for years.
“I hired Greta Colton to come out here and work with She-Devil,” Tyler said as he poured them each a cup of coffee and joined Derek at the table.
Derek frowned, his bushy brown eyebrows nearly meeting across the bridge of his nose. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I have a good friend in Tulsa who is fairly friendly with the Coltons, and lately it seems there’s a lot of drama going on with that family.”
“What kind of drama?” Tyler asked. He knew about the murder of a ranch hand and Greta’s arrest, but he hadn’t really kept up with what was happening to the Colton family.
“Greta’s mother was attacked in her bedroom and was in a coma for a little while. They’ve had fires set in some of their outbuildings and fencing torn down. Then there’s the mystery of the murder of Kurt Rodgers. I’ve even heard rumors about Greta being on drugs.”
Tyler stared at his friend in surprise. He hadn’t heard anything about the problems at the Colton ranch. Mark certainly had never mentioned anything unusual going on there. Of course, Mark had been more interested in getting his photo in the paper with his lovely fiancée.
“Sounds like foolish gossip to me,” Tyler scoffed.
Derek shrugged. “Maybe. All I know is that from what I heard, where Greta goes, trouble follows. I mean, even her own brother had her arrested for murder.”
“Greta couldn’t kill anyone. I don’t know how her DNA got around the crime scene, but it wasn’t there because she killed somebody.”
Derek took a sip of his coffee and eyed Tyler over the rim of the cup. He set the cup back down and leaned back in the chair. “I heard you alibied her for the night of the murder. Is it true that she was with you that night?”
Tyler hated lying to anyone, especially a good friend, but he knew he had to stick to his story, not just to protect Greta but also to protect himself. “Yeah, it’s true. I was at the Regent Hotel for a business meeting, and when the meeting ended, I wandered into the bar. She was there and we shared a couple of drinks and one thing led to another and I wound up in her room for the entire night.”
Derek narrowed his eyes. “If that’s what you say.”
“That’s what I say,” Tyler replied firmly. “And where did you hear about the alibi?”
“I’ve got a friend in the police department in Tulsa. He told me and then warned me that if I repeated it to anyone, he’d shoot me.”
“If you repeat it again, I’ll shoot you,” Tyler replied with a grin.
“At least you’re getting the best when it comes to a trainer for She-Devil.”
Tyler nodded. “Greta is moving in here to work. She should be arriving sometime this evening and will stay as long as it takes.”
“Rumors or not, if I were you, I’d sleep with one eye open,” Derek said wryly.
Tyler laughed. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
The two visited for about a half an hour, talking about ranching and local news, and then Derek left to go back to his chores.
Tyler placed the coffee mugs into the dishwasher and thought about what he’d just learned about the events at the Colton ranch.
Burning buildings, downed fencing, an attack on Abra Colton and murder... It was a lot to take in.
Where Greta goes, trouble follows.
I’ve even heard rumors about Greta being on drugs.
Those two sentences of Derek’s played and replayed in Tyler’s head. He knew she was a talented horse trainer, but what didn’t he know about the woman he’d made love with the night before, a woman he’d invited to live with him in his home?
* * *
“Mother, you have to cheer up,” Greta said.
Abra Colton sat in a chair next to a window in the sitting area of the master suite and stared listlessly outside.
After years of barely knowing her mother, who had spent much of her children’s growing-up years traveling the globe, in recent months Greta had finally begun to develop the kind of relationship she’d always wanted with her.
Abra had thrown herself wholeheartedly into Greta’s wedding plans. Her smiles had come more often and her eyes had sparkled with life. There had been no killer migraines, no need for her to take to her bed for days on end of rest and quiet.
Now she released a weary sigh, her thin frame absent any energy as her fingers idly toyed with the fringe on the bottom of a lavender throw that covered her shoulders. She turned and gazed at Greta. “But you would have made such a beautiful bride.”
As usual, Abra was perfectly groomed, every dark brown hair perfectly combed into a chin-length bob, but her eyes held such sadness it broke Greta’s heart.
She sank down on her knees next to her mother’s chair. “But surely you wouldn’t have wanted me to marry a man who couldn’t bring me happiness,” Greta said softly.
“Of course not,” Abra replied quickly. “I just thought
