when he’d found a rattler inside it. He could easily question Lacy about her sister without having her sleep under the same roof as he did.
But he didn’t want her disappearing on him the way Kate had. Besides, he wasn’t convinced that she’d told him the whole truth. And he was even less certain that she wasn’t in danger herself.
“What will your mother say when you come waltzing in on a Friday night with a woman in tow?” Lacy asked, breaking the silence that had ridden between them for most of the ninety-minute trip.
“First of all, I don’t waltz. I have two left feet. Second, with any luck, she’ll be asleep. Langley will likely be asleep as well, and Ryder will probably be out at the Roadhouse courting one of the local ladies.”
“Langley and Ryder?”
“My brothers. Langley runs the ranch with some help from Ryder and me and a few hands. Ryder was on the rodeo circuit, but he’s been sidelined with an injury for almost a year. He’s healing nicely, but he still has a slight limp and the doctor hasn’t given him the okay to return to the suicide circuit. My older brother, Dillon, is in Austin.”
Lacy sank back against the seat. “A big, close-knit Texas family, and I’m just going to barge in on them. I don’t think this is such a good idea, Branson.”
“Too late to worry about that now.”
“It’s never too late to worry.”
He lowered his window a notch. “Just breathe that air.”
She did. “Smells like any other air to me, minus the city pollution, of course.”
“Dust, cattle, cactus, mesquite. Smells like home to me.”
“Not something I’d want to bottle.” Still, she lowered her window a couple of inches as well. “Haven’t you ever wanted to escape from your rural roots, move to the big city, be blinded by the bright lights?”
“Once. When I was about twelve years old, I had my heart set on becoming an astronaut.”
“What changed your mind?”
“The colt my dad gave me that year for my very own. I wrote to NASA. They said they didn’t have any plans for sending horses on space missions. How about you? What did you dream of when you were young?”
Branson was sorry he’d asked the question before it had cleared his tongue. It was as if he could see Lacy sink into a sheltering hole.
“I had no dreams.” Lacy turned to stare out the window and into the moonlit shadows that marched by them. “My mother died when I was ten.”
“That’s tough when you’re a kid. I was fourteen when my dad died. I thought my world had come to an end.”
“That’s the difference between you and me, Sheriff. Mine had.”
Her tone left no doubt that the conversation was finished. It was just as well. Sharing dreams and disillusionments was something close friends did, people who had more vested in their relationship than finding a missing sister and her would-be killer.
Lacy Gilbraith was part of his job and nothing more. Strange, but he’d never had trouble separating the two before. He turned off the road and stopped at the gate to the Burning Pear.
“Let me get the gate,” Lacy said, opening the truck door and jumping out before he had a chance to protest.
She moved lightly over the ground in front of him, her agile frame caught in the beam of his headlights. Unexpectedly, his mind leaped back to the sight of her as the voluminous wedding gown had parted, revealing delicate curves and satiny skin.
He shuddered as his body responded in ways it shouldn’t, the feelings inside him so foreign to the way he normally reacted that they almost frightened him. He worked on regaining control of mind and body as he drove through the open gate.
A spray of lights from an oncoming car illuminated Lacy as she swung the gate closed and latched it. The vehicle slowed, and Branson’s muscles tensed instinctively. For a second, he thought the driver was going to stop, but he accelerated again and darted off before Branson had a chance to identify the car or the driver.
“I thought for a minute Charles had come to haul me back to his place,” Lacy said, climbing into the truck and buckling her seat belt.
“I couldn’t tell the make of the car, but it wasn’t his Jag.”
“So you had the same thought?”
“The possibility sprang to mind. It was probably a couple of young people looking for a spot to pull off and neck. I’ve found them in the driveway before on a Friday or Saturday night.”
“And like the good sheriff you are, I’m sure you sent them home.”
“I’ve even been known to take them myself if I catch a whiff of alcohol. The exciting life of a Texas county sheriff.”
“Then you should thank Kate and me for dropping into your world. We seem to be real short of dull moments lately.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Branson guided the truck around a rut in the road. He slowed as a young deer stepped out of a cluster of mesquite and into the peripheral glow of the headlights. The deer froze for a second, just long enough for Lacy to sit up and take notice, before the startled animal darted back into the brush.
She watched in the direction the fawn had disappeared and then turned to look at him. “What’s that?”
“The fawn?”
“No, those lights.”
She pointed past his head, out his side window.
Branson shifted his gaze and caught a glimpse of the sprawling two-storey ranch house where he’d lived all his life. “That’s home. I told you it was too late to turn back.”
“You mean you actually live there!”
“A man’s got to sleep somewhere.”
“But it’s so big!”
“Yeah. My dad leaned to the grandiose. We pretty much fill it up when we’re all home, though.” Branson rounded a curve in the road, and clusters of heavy brush and scrubby trees blocked the house from view for the next hundred yards or so. When it appeared again, Branson realized why the size looked so impressive from a distance.
The place was lit up as if there were a party going on. Only there wasn’t. The birthday party had been two days ago.
Past midnight and all the lights burning could only mean trouble. He speeded up as much as he dared with the prospect of a deer or a cow stepping into his path. Still, it seemed to take forever to cover the last of the distance down the dusty road.
Forgetting Lacy Gilbraith, Branson skidded to a stop and jumped out, hitting the ground at a run and not slowing until he was inside the house.
One look at Ryder’s face, and he knew his fears had been well founded.
