it did a few hours ago.”
“It’s not done yet.”
“Maybe not, but you’re well on your way.” Evelyn waved her hand in a forward motion. “Which means it’s a good time for a quick break and a moment with the gorgeous man standing out front.”
The smile suffusing Evelyn’s face faded almost instantly, a match for the immediate sinkhole that opened in Claudia’s stomach. “Who’s here?”
“A man’s here. What’s wrong?”
He found me. He found me. He found me. The words beat a rapid tattoo in her brain, freezing her breath in her throat.
“Claudia?”
She forced herself to take a breath, her words a whisper when she finally spoke. “What does he look like?”
Even as she asked the question, all she could picture in her mind’s eye was the suave cut of a suit jacket, the artful wave of mahogany hair and dark brown eyes that could go nearly black in anger. Manicured hands and Italian loafers were simply fashionable window dressing when the package underneath was jealous, vengeful and, as of the past six months, increasingly dangerous.
“Tall. Dark blond hair that was likely all-the-way-blond when he was a boy. Sexy blue eyes.”
It was the blond and blue reference that finally penetrated, tugging at the twisted knots of her stomach. “Blue eyes?”
“Blue eyes like a Texas sky, I might add.” Evelyn’s own eyes narrowed. “But that has no bearing on the ghost that just walked over your grave. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Claudia willed her galloping pulse to calm, breathing in and out of her nose. She’d seen Mac gentle his horses with the soft tones of his voice, never sure if they could understand him yet always fascinated when they seemed to. She willed that soft voice into her own mind, trying desperately to find the equilibrium that had just been snatched away.
Trying even more desperately to erase the haunting image of Ben Witherspoon from her mind.
Hawk knew precious little about the world at large. He wasn’t a fashionable man, nor was he particularly concerned with fancy cars or big houses. He cared little for power and cared even less for the trappings of wealth.
But he knew people.
And the woman who stepped out of the back of the Honeysuckle Road boutique wore a haunted look that had no place on a random Thursday morning.
“Miss Colton?”
She gathered herself quickly, that troubled look fading as if it had never been, but Hawk made note of it, regardless. “Yes, how can I help you?”
“My name’s Hawk Huntley. I’d like a word with you, if I may.”
“About?”
Hawk glanced at Evelyn, hovering in the back of the shop. Although her gaze was averted, he had no doubt the woman was on high alert. “It’s a private matter.”
Claudia Colton followed his gaze before hers hardened. “Have we met before?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Well, then, whatever it is, we can discuss it here.”
She had a spine, he’d give her that. And from the photos of her that he’d reviewed online, he’d admittedly expected a bit more spunk and fire. All the more reason the frightened look she’d worn when she’d entered the shop had been a surprise.
“Your call.” It was her call, but Hawk couldn’t help thinking that she’d be sorry the moment he told her his reasons for being there.
What surprised him even more was how sorry he was to be the bearer of bad news. He’d taken the case to help the Krupid family find answers. Although it had taken him a while to work backward through a quarter century of empty threads and the sheer passage of time, it hadn’t changed his willingness to work their case or try to help them.
Bit by bit, he’d combed through the leads that had brought him to Claudia Colton’s door, each one a deliberate step forward.
How humbling, then, to realize the journey might only be beginning.
“How well do you know your mother?”
Her big gray eyes widened before narrowing quickly. “You’re here about my mother?”
“In part.”
“Why don’t we start from the beginning, then. Who are you?”
Hawk produced a card and handed it over. “I’m a private investigator. I have an office in Houston and I’ve been working on a case for the Krupid family for the past few months.”
He deliberately tossed out the Krupid name, curious to see if it registered, but Claudia remained unaffected as she glanced up from the card.
When she said nothing, he continued on. “They lost a daughter many years ago.”
Although confusion stamped her features, the wariness that had ridden her gaze at his arrival had faded in full. “I’m sorry for their loss, Mr. Huntley, but how does that have anything to do with me or my mother?”
“You’re aware of your mother’s ties to the skin trade?”
A flicker of something crossed her face, then vanished nearly as fast as it arrived. “Yes.”
“The Krupids believe their daughter was a part of your mother’s business, enslaved into prostitution.”
He’d expected anger. Perhaps even a bit of denial. What he never expected were the clear signs of remorse and sadness. They filled her face in sympathetic lines and spilled over in the gentling of her voice. “I wish I could say I’m surprised, but my mother ruined many lives. More than I’m sure we can ever fully fathom.”
“You’re aware of your mother’s crimes?”
“Of course. I was a teenager when she went to jail, but I’m well aware of what she’s capable of. Worse, I’m aware of what she’s done.”
From her ties to sex trafficking, to the politicians she’d kept in her pocket, to the tight rein she had over most everything illegal in central Texas, Livia Colton had done enough damage for five lives. Even today, there were rumors she’d only been convicted for about a third of what she was actually responsible for, including several murders that remained unsolved.
Yet even with that knowledge, Hawk was surprised by Claudia’s quiet acceptance.
The still figure captivated him and he paused a moment to simply observe her. She was a beautiful woman. Tall and voluptuous, she had blond hair that cascaded down over her shoulders in a golden glow, matched to gray eyes that could knock a man to his knees. She had a sophistication and grace about her—a refinement, really—that carried
