… Stay safe.”.
“I will.” Even in the panic of a heart attack, Troy was worried about her. That was so like him. Thank God, she’d shown up when she did.
Joey tugged on her arm. She tried to pull him down beside her, but he backed away. “Is that a bad man?”
“No. He’s my friend.”.
The words didn’t convince Joey, and she couldn’t do much to make him feel safe until the emergency was over. Fortunately, the door flew open minutes later and a good-looking man in jeans rushed in, still pulling on his shirt. An attractive woman with flaming red hair followed right behind.
She stood and moved away so that they could squeeze in beside Troy. “I’m Eve Worthington, an old friend of your father’s. I just—” The scream of an approaching ambulance drowned out the rest of her words.
Dylan took over from there and the next few minutes passed in a blur of activity. Joey began to tremble as the house filled with strangers and medics who worked quickly to get Troy onto the gurney and into the ambulance. Eve held on to his shaking hand, tugging him out of the way and giving assurances as best she could amid the chaos.
Both Dylan and Collette Ledger were so engrossed in their concern for Troy that they simply accepted her explanation as being an old friend without question. It wasn’t until Dylan had thanked her profusely and rushed to follow the ambulance to the hospital that she had a minute to reflect on her own situation.
It wasn’t good. Once she’d realized that the police weren’t taking concerns for her and Joey’s safety seriously, she decided to take Gordon’s advice and pay Troy a visit. She really hadn’t thought beyond that.
For the first time since she’d arrived on the scene, Eve really looked at Collette Ledger. Even in sweatpants, she was striking, with thick red hair that fell in loose curls about her shoulders and a faultless complexion.
Eve suspected they were near the same age, though Collette could easily be a few years younger than her thirty-one years.
“I’m so thankful you dropped by,” Collette said. “I hate to think what might have happened if you hadn’t shown up when you did.”
“I’m glad I was here, too,” Eve said. “Believe me, my timing is not usually that good.”
“You’re not from this area, are you?”
“No. I live in Dallas.”
“I didn’t think I’d seen you around town before. How do you know Troy?”
“From prison.”
“Really? Prison.”
“I was his psychiatrist.”
“You don’t look like a psyche. Not that you looked like an inmate. I mean …”
“It’s okay,” Eve assured her. “We’re both a little shaken now.”
“That’s for sure. I don’t know what your experience with Troy has been, but I’m guessing it was good, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“I’m very fond of him,” Eve said.
“So am I, Collette agreed. “He’s difficult to get to know, but once he opens up to you, you can’t help but like him. And no matter what anyone says, I know he didn’t kill his wife. Dylan realizes that, too.”
“I agree,” Eve said.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page here. Troy didn’t mention that you were stopping by tonight.”.
“I was going to surprise him,” Eve said. Shock him was more like it. And ask him if she could stay with him a few days. That was out of the question now. There was no reason to get into any of that with Collette, though.
“I’ll be going now,” Eve said. “There’s nothing more I can do here except get in the way.”.
“Where are you going?”.
An excellent question that Eve couldn’t honestly answer. She’d had no backup plan. Eve quickly considered her options. “Joey and I are on our way to visit friends in Austin,” she lied.
Joey tugged on the hem of her shirt. “You said we were going to a ranch.”.
“We did. This is it. Now we’re off to the rest of our adventure.”.
“There’s no need to rush off,” Collette said. “If you’re half as shaken as I am, you’re in no shape to drive. And I could really use the company. I hate the thought of waiting alone for news about Troy. I’ll make coffee.”.
“Coffee sounds good. And I do think I’m still in a bit of shock.”.
Collette filled the pot with water from the tap and spooned the grinds into the filter. “I’m so worried about my father-in-law that I can barely measure the water.”.
“Troy’s tough. If anyone can pull through a heart attack, it’s him,” Eve said, unconsciously falling into the psychiatrist role. Not that they were certain Troy had a heart attack, but it had certainly appeared to be a coronary trauma.
“Have you had dinner?” Collette asked. “I’m not sure what Troy has in his fridge, but I have leftover roast beef and gravy at my house, or I could make you a salad. And I’m sure we could rustle up the makings of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at either house, if Joey would prefer that.”.
“Thanks, but we’ve had dinner.” Joey had eaten half a sandwich and a few apple slices in the car. That qualified as a major meal for him. As for herself, she hadn’t eaten anything all day except a half slice of toast and a few cashews she’d munched in the car. Her stomach had been in no condition for food after the morning’s call from Gordon. Her insides were even shakier now.
“What’s your son’s name?” Collette asked. “You probably said already, but it didn’t register in the bedlam.”.
Eve rested her hands on his shoulders. “This is Joey.”.
“Hi, Joey.”.
The boy mumbled a hello, his eyes downcast.
“Joey. I like that name,” Collette said. “Would you like to watch TV? I can probably find the cartoon channel if you’ll help me.”.
Joey nodded, but scrunched himself against Eve’s leg as if Collette had threatened a time-out.
“He’s shy around strangers,” Eve said, wishing that was all that kept him glued to her.
“Can’t blame him for being a little cautious, considering what we’ve been dealing with tonight. Why don’t you get him settled in the family room? I’ll bring the coffee when it’s brewed.”.
“Thanks.”
Joey clung to her leg, his thin fingers digging into the fabric of her trousers as he shadowed her to the couch. By the time she found a channel he liked, Collette was returning with the coffee, a glass
