he got wasn’t what he was expecting. Or the one he was hoping for.
Brannon watched her rise from her chair with that same easy grace he’d admired so much when she was still in her teens. She wasn’t pretty, not in a conventional way, but she had a sharp intelligence and a sweet nature…. Sweet nature. Sure she did. He recalled the vicious things she’d sworn to about Bib and his expression closed up.
Josette came around the desk and right up to him, unafraid. “I’m not prejudging. That means you can’t, either,” she said deliberately. “I know what that—” she indicated his Ranger badge “—means to you. My job means just as much to me. If we’re going to work together, we have to start now. No acid comments about the past. We’re solving a murder, not rehashing an incident that was concluded two years ago. What’s over is over. Period.”
His gray eyes narrowed so that they were hidden under his jutting brow and the cream-colored Stetson he slanted at an angle over them. Until he’d seen her again, he hadn’t realized how lonely his life had been for the past two years. He’d made a mess of things. In fact, he was still doing it. She held grudges, too, and he couldn’t blame her.
“All right,” Brannon said finally.
She nodded. “I’ll keep you posted about anything I find, if you’ll return the courtesy.”
“Courtesy.” He turned the word over on his tongue. “There’s a new concept.”
“For you, certainly,” Josette agreed with an unexpected twinkle in her eyes. “I understand the Secret Service tried to arrest you when your sister came home to your ranch in Jacobsville the last time, and they threatened to charge you with obstruction of justice for assaulting two of them in the yard.”
He straightened. “A simple misunderstanding,” he pointed out. “I merely had to mention that I was related to the state attorney general to clear it all up.”
That sounded like the dry humor she’d loved in him so many years ago. “Simon uses his new cousin-in-law, the Sheikh of Qawi, to threaten people.”
He leaned down. “So do I,” he confided with a grin.
That grin was so like the old Brannon, the one she’d loved with all her heart. She let the smile she’d been suppressing come out. It changed her face, made it radiant. His breath caught at the warmth of that smile.
“If I run into any uncooperative officials, I’ll use it myself. He’s my cousin-in-law, too,” Josette recalled.
Brannon cocked his head and smiled quizzically. “I forget that we’re related.”
“By an old marriage way back in our family tree,” she agreed. “And it’s a very thin connection with no blood ties.” She turned away and walked ahead of him to her office door. “I’ll make arrangements to see Mrs. Jennings day after tomorrow.”
He gave her a long scrutiny, remembering her at fifteen, shivering in a blanket—at twenty-two, passionate and breathless in his arms. Then he remembered what he’d said to her, afterward. He hated his memories.
She glanced at him and saw the resentment and bitterness on his face. “I don’t like you, either, Brannon, in case you wondered,” she drawled.
He shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me,” he lied.
“Not much does.”
He nodded curtly, closed the door behind him and she stood in the middle of the room listening to his footsteps die away down the hall. She hadn’t realized until then that her heart was doing a rhumba in her chest. She moved back to her desk and stared blankly at the stack of file folders. When her heart threatened to break, there was always work waiting to divert her attention. At least, there was that.
That evening, she curled up with her cat, Barnes, on the sofa and tried to get interested in a popular detective show, but her mind wouldn’t cooperate. She stroked the big cat’s fur lazily while he nestled against her and purred. She’d have to board him at the vet’s while she was in San Antonio. She didn’t like the idea, but she didn’t have anyone she could ask to keep him for her.
As she stared blankly at the screen, she remembered the fateful party that had cost Dale Jennings his freedom.
She’d met Dale at a coffee shop around the corner from the college she’d attended. Dale drove a fancy late-model sports car, and he was personable and charming. He also knew Bib Webb, and was helping him with his campaign for the lieutenant governor’s race in his home district, which was San Antonio. Webb was in partnership with Henry Garner, a wealthy local man who’d made a fortune selling farm equipment. Webb and his wife, Silvia, shared a palatial mansion on a private lake with Henry Garner in San Antonio, in fact. Garner was a lonely old man and welcomed the companionship of Webb and his wife.
A number of influential voters and members of high society were invited to the Garner home for a party on the lake two months before the election. Dale, who was keeping Josette company since Marc had quit the Rangers and left town, invited her to attend the party with him.
It didn’t occur to her at first that it was odd for someone like Dale, with rough edges and only a high school education, to be invited to a high society party. In fact, she asked him bluntly how he’d been invited. He’d laughed and told her that he was old Henry’s chauffeur and bodyguard, and he’d been invited by nobody less than Silvia Webb to the party. Henry wouldn’t mind. Silvia didn’t care if he brought a friend, either. Josette had a passing acquaintance with Silvia Webb, whom she saw infrequently at the same coffee shop where she’d met Dale. There was a tall, shady-looking man who came there to meet Dale occasionally, too. She’d never known his name.
Josette was grateful for an opportunity to go to the party, expecting that Brannon would be there, and she could parade in front of him with Dale. It would have helped her shattered ego, because Brannon had dropped her flat after their last, tempestuous date. But when she and Dale arrived at the palatial lake house, Brannon hadn’t been there.
Silvia Webb’s reaction to Dale’s date had been less than flattering. Her beautiful face had undergone a flurry of emotions, from amusement to calculation and then to polite formality.
Silvia had pulled them over to introduce Josie to her husband, Bib, who gave Josette a look that made her want to strangle him and then he asked amusedly if she was a missionary. Her single party dress was high-necked and very concealing, and she’d been insulted by the remark. Webb had been drinking. A mousy little brunette was standing nearby, watching him adoringly. Silvia ignored her.
Dale had laughed with Bib Webb, which didn’t endear him to Josette, before Silvia herded them toward a dusty-looking old man in a dark suit holding a can of ginger ale. He had receding white hair and gentle eyes. This, Silvia had muttered, was Henry Garner. While Josie was returning his greeting, Silvia drew Dale away with her into the crowd.
Henry Garner was a kind, sweet man with a dry wit. Josie had liked him at once, when she saw that he was drinking ginger ale and not alcohol. She explained about her strict upbringing, and he grinned. They found a quiet place to stand and talk while the party went on around them and guests got less inhibited.
Bib Webb was dancing with the little brunette, his face quiet and intent as he stared down at her. He was saying something, and she looked worried. He glanced around covertly and then pulled her closer. She looked as if she were in heaven. When he turned her, as they danced, Josie could see that his eyes were closed and his eyebrows
