she’d been through tonight suffused him. They needed to get on the road so she and Lucy could rest.
So he relented and carried the suitcases to his SUV, then opened the back door for Kim to settle Lucy in the back. Kim secured the seat belt. Then he returned to the cabin and grabbed a couple of pillows to make Lucy’s ride more comfortable while Kim retrieved her purse and phone.
Kim settled into the front seat without saying a word, and he cranked the engine and headed down the drive away from the ranch. He was desperate for a confrontation, but bit his tongue.
They would have heated words, and he didn’t intend to become his father and subject Lucy to his wrath. He didn’t want to scare her again.
He punched in the sheriff’s number before they made the turn-off onto the main road from the Bucking Bronc Lodge toward San Antonio.
“Sheriff, it’s Brandon Woodstock. Kim Long and her daughter are going to my ranch until you find the person who broke in.”
“Fine. You heard from your buddy Carter?”
“No,” Brandon said. “But I’ll let you know if I do.”
When he disconnected, Kim was watching him with that wary look again.
“I need to call Johnny and tell him where we are.”
He slanted her a dark look. “Johnny knows about Lucy?”
Kim twisted her hands together, then gave a slow nod. “Brandon—”
“Don’t,” he said sharply. Pain knifed through him again. Betrayal at its worst. The two people he’d loved more than his own life had both lied to him for years. “There’s nothing you can say that will make what the two of you did to me right.”
Then he shut down. He’d had more emotional upheaval today than he’d had in years. The weight of it was choking him. Part of him wanted to roll up and die.
But then Lucy shifted in the backseat, and he saw her tiny reflection in the rearview mirror, and for the first time in years, he realized he had something important to live for. Someone more important than himself or his goals.
He had a little girl.
Love mushroomed inside him, filling him with a kind of deep-seated joy that he’d never experienced.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught Kim’s troubled expression, but he couldn’t reach out to her or forgive her, so he let the silence between them fall.
By the time they’d passed through San Antonio and sped down the long deserted stretch of country road leading to his ranch, fatigue had claimed Kim and she’d fallen asleep. Occasionally he noticed a few cars passing, one behind him in the distance, then a trucker on a late run.
But a few more miles down the road, as the scrub brush, cacti and pastureland took over and the houses and buildings of San Antonio faded into the dust, he noticed headlights behind him. Distant hills outlined the horizon, the sky an inky well with a quarter moon sitting low over the tops of the mesquite and juniper trees.
The sound of an engine speeding up broke the silence. Then tires squealed and he tensed as he realized the vehicle was bearing down on him. Was it a cop?
He checked his speedometer. He hadn’t been speeding. And it was the middle of the night. Maybe the cop was on his way to an accident somewhere, but there were no blue lights or a siren.
Then suddenly the vehicle shot forward, gaining on him fast.
Brandon frowned. Was it Carter? Could he have stolen a truck and followed them from Kim’s?
He accelerated and rounded a curve, careful to keep the SUV on the road. He had precious cargo inside.
But the truck raced forward, swerving left, then right, then zoomed up beside him and skimmed his side just as he neared the ravine. Sparks flew from the guardrail and his truck. Gripping the steering wheel to keep the SUV on the road, he lifted his foot off the gas, hoping the truck would pass. Instead, the driver suddenly swerved a hard right toward him and rammed his side.
Sweat beaded on his skin as the SUV lurched out of control. Kim jerked awake, startled.
“Brandon?”
“Hang on,” he said between gritted teeth.
The truck rammed them again, Kim cried out in shock and the SUV hit the side of a piney oak, spit gravel, then began to spin, fishtailing back and forth, skidding toward the ravine.
Chapter Four
Kim screamed as the truck skidded across the asphalt and Lucy jerked awake.
“Mommy!” Lucy cried.
“Hang on, honey,” Brandon said in a gruff voice.
Tires squealed, and the gears made a grinding noise as the truck’s headlights beamed across the ravine.
Kim clenched the dashboard to brace herself. They were going to crash!
Brandon threw out an arm to protect her as the truck spun a hundred and eighty degrees. Headlights pierced the darkness from an oncoming car and the vehicle that had slammed into them screeched past, flying down the road.
Brandon swerved closer to the ditch to avoid hitting the oncoming car, hanging on to the steering wheel to control the truck as it careened to a stop. They nosedived into the embankment, but he managed to miss going into the ravine by just a few inches.
“Mommy!” Lucy cried again.
Kim pivoted to check on her daughter. “Lucy, are you okay?”
Lucy tried to unfasten her seat belt. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, honey, I had to stop fast to keep from hitting that other car.” Brandon cut the engine and glanced at Kim worriedly. “Are you all right, Kim?”
She dragged in a labored breath but nodded. Brandon twisted around, clicked open Lucy’s seat belt, then helped Lucy crawl over the seat into Kim’s lap. Kim wrapped her arms around her daughter, battling tears as her gaze locked with Brandon’s.
Moonlight streaked the window, highlighting his wide strong jaw and troubled eyes.
“Brandon,” she whispered. “Who was that?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. Then he drew her and Lucy into his arms, buried his head against them and held them. His breathing was ragged, and a fine tremor ran through him as he pressed a kiss into Lucy’s hair.
A kiss that broke her heart for him and for Lucy and all they had missed.
Guilt tugged at her, but the old hurts resurfaced. Brandon had made that choice, not her.
Still, the events of the night flashed back in a terrifying rush. The break-in. Now the accident.
Only had it been an accident? It seemed like that car had intentionally hit them.
