and cheeks.
Tyler didn’t recognize him.
“Honey,” the man said with a sigh and he seemed to pour on the drama if anyone asked Tyler. “I’ve been so worried about you.”
Tyler glanced at Jennifer in time to see a moment of sheer panic, so he stepped in between them, blocking Tan Face’s path.
“Name’s Tyler.” He stuck out his hand.
“What happened to you, honey? Are you all right?” Tan Face said, sidestepping Tyler and his hand.
“Hold on there, pal,” Tyler said, placing his hand on Tan Face’s shoulder, ensuring he couldn’t get to Jennifer’s bedside. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“James Milton,” he said, puffing out his chest like a cobra, looking none too thrilled that Tyler had put a hand on him.
“Do you mind?” he asked. “My fiancée is lying in a hospital bed and she’s none of your business.”
Fiancée? Tyler didn’t normally misjudge situations. His instincts were usually spot-on. Red seemed scared of the man. But if the two of them were engaged then he needed to take a step back. Some lines shouldn’t be crossed no matter how irritated the man’s presence made Tyler.
He let go of the man’s shoulder. It might be better to take a wait-and-see approach to this one. Tyler told himself that he’d leave as soon as he knew she was going to be fine. Besides, he needed to make sure she had no intention of suing him for having an accident on his land. As crazy as that sounded, he’d heard of people doing that and more.
He ignored the little voice that said he was lying to himself about why he was sticking around and that it had to do with an attraction.
Milton made a dramatic scene of rushing to Red’s side once he was free of Tyler’s grasp. The man was fresh-from-a-shower clean and had on dress slacks and a button-down shirt. Not exactly the kind of clothes one would wear on an ATV adventure, so the logical question was why would he let Red go alone if he cared about her as much as he professed?
“I didn’t know what to think when you disappeared,” Milton said to her.
Tyler folded his arms and leaned against the wall. The panicked expression on Jennifer’s face intensified. He’d probably regret this later, but he had to ask, “About that, James. What happened exactly?”
“I’m fine,” Red interjected, her gaze darting from Tyler to Milton.
Tyler didn’t have a strong reading on the guy other than general dislike and her reaction wasn’t helping. Milton’s concern came off as insincere. Tyler had learned long ago to trust his instincts. This guy looked like he was putting on a show.
The door opened and the sheriff walked in.
Milton turned and the look on his face when he caught sight of the sheriff was priceless. Also, it strengthened Tyler’s intuition that this guy was up to no good. This was about to get interesting.
Tommy introduced himself to Jennifer and Milton, and then shook Tyler’s outstretched hand.
“I’ve been worried sick about you, darling,” Milton said, turning to Jennifer, and Tyler thought the man was overselling.
She managed a weak smile.
Tyler noticed that she stiffened when Milton took her by the hand. Not exactly a warm reception for her fiancé, and that got Tyler’s mind spinning with scenarios, none he liked.
“Do you have ID?” Tommy asked.
“Did we do something wrong, sheriff?” Milton produced two Louisiana driver’s licenses. His and Jennifer’s.
“Just routine under the circumstances in which—” Tommy glanced at one of the plastic-covered cards “—Ms. Davidson was found.”
When Tommy took down the information and then returned the cards, Milton refocused on Jennifer.
“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” he said, his voice had more syrup than Granny’s pancakes when she’d started losing her sight but refused to wear glasses.
If anyone asked Tyler’s opinion, and Tommy would as soon as they were alone, he’d say the guy was a fake. That didn’t exactly make him a criminal.
“Mr. Milton, do you and Ms. Davidson mind answering a few questions?” Tommy asked.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Sheriff, but I’d like to spend some time alone with my fiancée,” Milton said.
Tyler would bet his horse Milton would. He stifled a snicker.
“But I do understand that you’re just doing your job,” Milton added and Tyler was sure it was part of the concerned-fiancé act.
“Given that you seem to sympathize with my position, I hope you won’t mind if I ask Ms. Davidson a question,” Tommy said.
“Of course,” Milton responded.
“Ma’am, would you be more comfortable giving me your statement alone?” Tommy asked. “I’d be happy to clear the room.”
Milton balked at the request. Before he could puff up again, Tommy held out a warning hand.
“It’s part of the job,” he said to Milton. Then he turned his full attention to Jennifer. “Ma’am?”
She looked to be contemplating her answer.
“Why on earth would she want that?” Milton’s cheeks turned a shade of red as he focused on Jennifer.
Her weak smile died on her lips as soon as he turned back to the sheriff and didn’t that make the hair on Tyler’s neck stand at attention. Was she being manipulated? Abused? Milton didn’t seem to want her to speak up for herself.
Tyler ground his back teeth, thinking about a man being physical with the opposite sex.
“No, thanks,” she said to Tommy.
“Were the two of you riding ATVs earlier today?” Tommy asked Milton.
“Yes, and I lost her on the trail so I left and went back to our motel to wait for her,” Milton said.
Tyler’s eyebrow shot up about the same time as Tommy’s. Tyler also noted that she’d deliberately kept the truth from him earlier about being alone on the trail. He’d seen the tracks himself. What was she hiding?
The two of them might have gotten into a fight and it could have gotten physical. He could’ve taken off and then she could’ve chased after him before the crash.
“You decided to leave her unprotected in unfamiliar territory?” Tommy asked.
“We’d had a fight.” James turned toward Jennifer with a stern look.
“I searched everywhere for her once I lost her on the trail. I figured she was mad and needed to blow off steam.”
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