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“Can I help you?” the bubble-gum
popping receptionist asked as Alena let her eyes adjust to the dim interior
after coming in from the bright June sun.
She knew nothing about small
communities, but suspected the gossip grapevine would be short and fast. Making
a quick decision, she opted to keep her identity between her and the sheriff
for now. “I’d like to speak to the sheriff, please. It’s a personal matter.”
“Go straight back. Sheriff
Janzen’s in his office.” After pointing down the hall with a smile, the
unconcerned girl went back to filing her nails.
The fact the girl didn’t
announce her visit worked in Alena’s favor. Taking the sheriff by surprise
would give her the upper hand, at least starting out.
Rapping on the closed door, she
waited for his call to enter before stepping inside, announcing, “Sheriff
Janzen, I’m Alena Malloy, Ashley’s…” then coming to an abrupt halt when she saw
not one man behind the large, window-backed desk, but also another perched on
the corner. “Excuse me,” she faltered, wondering if she just blew her chance to
remain anonymous to everyone but the sheriff. “I assumed you were unoccupied
since I was directed to come straight back here.”
“Come in, Ms. Malloy and tell me
how I can help you.”
Both men unfolded their tall
frames with unhurried grace at the sight of her. The slow, deep drawl from the
man behind the desk looking at her out of piercing black eyes sent a frisson of
combined unease and pure, unadulterated lust zinging through her bloodstream. Or
was the interested light of speculation in the cobalt blue eyes from the other
man responsible for her warm, uncharacteristic response? So much for having the
upper hand, she mused with rueful acceptance of her body’s unusual reaction to
a pair of really, really hot guys. Squelching
that reaction, she strode forward with her hand outstretched. “Sheriff, I want
to know what you’ve done to find my sister, Ashley.”
She found her hand engulfed by
his larger, callused palm, his grip just shy of too tight. Not liking the
tingles shooting up her arm, she pulled back, but kept her eyes on his,
refusing to back down under his close scrutiny and raised, inquiring black
brow.
“Randy Janzen, and this is Nash
Osborne. You should’ve called, Ms. Malloy. I could have saved you a trip. Have
a seat.”
Alena returned the nod from the
other man, struggling to figure out why his intense gaze had her tightening her
thighs together against the startling pulse between them. I must be tired, she thought as she followed their lead and sank
into the chair facing the desk, mustered up her composure, and then said, “I’m
tired of the evasive non-answers I’ve been getting for two months now, Sheriff.
Ashley was last seen here, in your town and here is where the answer to her
disappearance lies. If I can’t rely on law enforcement to find it, then I’ll
damn well find it on my own.”
She caught the conspiratorial
look that passed between the two men before Nash surprised her with his British
accent when he replied, “Not wise, luv. You need to trust everything is being
done that can be to find Ashley.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but
who are you and what do you know about my sister’s case?” She sensed English
wasn’t just an acquaintance of the sheriff, then became sure of it when another
telltale look passed between the two men. “I don’t like being kept in the dark,
gentlemen. I want answers.”
With a deep sigh that could have
been regret or irritation, the sheriff rose again, saying, “Why don’t you let
us treat you to a nice dinner, you can stay the night at our bed and breakfast
before returning home. I promise I’ll get to the bottom of your sister’s
disappearance.”
Trying to keep her cool as well
as fight against her strong, annoying reaction to that deep, gravelly voice,
she looked at him with a raised brow of her own, refusing to be intimidated or
coddled. “Do you have anything more to go on besides her last two messages to
her friends?”
“There are a few things we’re
looking into.” He held up his hand, forestalling her demand to know what with
that commanding gesture and the tightening of his sculpted, five o’clock-shadowed
jaw. “I can’t disclose the facts of my investigation, especially those that
have not been substantiated. Please. Take us up on our offer of dinner and a
night in Blue Springs B & B before you return home. Even though Portland is
only a few hours’ drive, you’ll enjoy a brief respite in our town despite the
tragic circumstances that have brought you here.”
Alena slowly came to her feet,
vibrating with conflicting emotions of anger and heightened awareness pulsing
through her body. She had no clue which man had set off her sexual radar, and
right now, she didn’t care. All she cared about was finding Ashley.
Leveling a frigid glare at both,
she sugarcoated her tone as she answered. “FYI, Sheriff, I hail from New York
and have taken an extended, much needed leave from my job as a forensic
photographer with the NYPD to find my sister. I’m not leaving until I get the
answers I came for.”
Pivoting, she walked out,
feeling two pairs of eyes boring holes in her back.
“Oh, good Lord,” she groaned as
she settled in her car and leaned her head back. How could she be so angry she
could spit when all her happy places were humming to life? An even harder
dilemma for her to find an answer to was which man stirred up her interest and
her juices more—the buttoned-up Brit with the sexy accent or the rugged, dark
sheriff—and which was responsible for her body taking over her rigid control
and common sense?
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