High-Caliber Holiday. Susan Sleeman

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      Brady was required to attend the debrief, but then he’d go straight to his condo. After a shooting, even one that hadn’t ended in the loss of a life, he liked to decompress on his own. The sooner the better. And that meant getting the truck loaded so they could all get home.

      He stowed his rifle case in a bench seat midway in the truck and turned to find Darcie watching him. He suspected she wanted to ask about the graze on Morgan’s arm. Darcie couldn’t prove the injury had come from Brady’s rifle, no one could, but the thickness of the wound was a good indicator that he’d been the one to shoot Morgan.

      “What?” he asked, when he couldn’t stand her eyes on him any longer.

      She continued to watch him as a mother might watch a wayward child. “I have a favor to ask.”

      He wasn’t in any frame of mind to do her favor, but he would hear her out. “Okay.”

      “Can you hang around and escort Morgan home? She lives a few blocks away, and I don’t want her walking home alone after this.”

      He let out a breath and almost offered a quick yes. After all, Morgan was a real beauty. And tough. But there was also something vulnerable about her. He’d seen it when he’d left her with the detectives. Like she needed him. Not just now, but long term.

      Too bad. He wasn’t in a position to be needed by any woman. And especially not a woman who was all wrong for him. She was a lawyer, for Pete’s sake. Dressed in an expensive coat and suit. Shoes and purse that screamed designer. A last name that everyone in town knew from her father’s involvement in the business world.

      No, a guy from the wrong side of the tracks didn’t need the heartache that would come with such a relationship.

      He closed the bench and looked at Darcie. “I’m sure the detectives will give her a ride.”

      “You’re right. They will, especially if there might be someone else out to get her.” Darcie shivered.

      “The detectives can protect her.”

      “I know that, too, but I’m concerned for more than her physical safety. She and I go way back, and I want to make sure she’s okay. You know...really okay. That she’s not going to freak out when she steps inside her apartment, closes the door and thoughts of the gun-wielding creep take over—which we both know could happen. You’re good at reading people. You’ll be able to tell if she shouldn’t be left alone.”

      “So are you. Why not go with her yourself?”

      “A, I may carry a weapon because I’d never hear the end of it from you guys if I didn’t, but I’m not skilled at protecting someone. And B, I’m on duty in an hour. You’re not.” She watched him carefully, her motherly concern still evident on her face. She’d lost her only child four years ago, but instead of the loss leaving her cold it had caused her to transfer her motherly devotion to the people around her—especially her team members. “You’re usually one of the first guys to step up and help someone. What’s different with Morgan?”

      He wasn’t about to admit that Morgan’s vulnerability made him wary of getting too close to her. She needed someone. He got that. It just couldn’t be him. Not now, when he was struggling to do his job. And not with a woman like Morgan. He’d learned his lesson in high school about mixing with a girl out of his league and wouldn’t repeat that mistake.

      “Okay, then. Maybe Archer can do it.” Darcie started to walk away.

      She only had to take two steps before he felt like a real heel. “Wait, Darcie. I’ll do it.”

      She smiled her thanks and it wasn’t hard to see she’d known he’d cave. All the guys on the team believed in defending the downtrodden, so her assumption wasn’t a stretch, but it still irked him. “I’ll go tell Jake.”

      “No need. I already told him.” She smiled.

      “You were that certain I’d do it, huh?”

      “I’m certain that you’re a good man, Brady Owens, and you’d never let a woman who’d been through a terrifying standoff walk home alone.”

      He wrapped Darcie under his arm and knuckled her head. “And you, my friend, are a master manipulator.”

      “Guilty.” She grinned up at him as she freed herself. “I’ll go say goodbye to Morgan and tell her you’ll escort her home. Call me if she needs anything.”

      Brady took his time packing up his vest and helping the other team members, but soon there was nothing left to do so he climbed down from the truck. He watched the team drive off, then went to the command post.

      Morgan sat in a metal folding chair, her hands clasped in her lap, her body shivering in the biting wind. Detective Rossi, a thick and pudgy man with a wild head of black hair and a dark complexion that went perfectly with the Italian name, stood over her.

      He looked up when Brady approached. “Help you, deputy?”

      “I’ll be escorting Ms. Thorsby home.”

      Morgan’s focus swiveled to him and she opened her mouth as if to argue, but then clamped down on her lips.

      Rossi nodded. “An escort is a wise idea. She just told me she’s received additional threatening letters from plaintiffs.”

      Brady glanced at her to see how she was doing with these ongoing threats. She was biting down on her lip even harder.

      He turned back to the detective. “Are you planning to look into these threats?”

      “You can be assured I’ll be following up on each letter.” He fixed a firm gaze on Morgan. “As I said, I’m glad Owens is escorting you home, but he won’t be around to watch your back after that. You’ll need to be careful until I can make sure there aren’t any other crazies out there who want to attack you.”

      Morgan shivered again. From the cold? Maybe. Or from Rossi’s dire tone? More likely.

      Brady would had liked to offer Morgan encouragement here, but if what she said about the letters was true, he didn’t think Rossi was overreacting. Not one bit. Brady couldn’t help with her fear, but he could solve her problem with the cold. He shrugged out of his coat and settled it over her shoulders.

      Her eyes flashed wide in surprise. “Thank you, but I can’t take your jacket.”

      “You’ve had a much harder night than I have and you deserve to be warm.”

      “But I—”

      Brady held up a hand stilling her and focused on Rossi. “Is Ms. Thorsby free to go?”

      Rossi nodded, then handed a business card to Morgan. “Get those threats to me ASAP.”

      She took the card and Rossi produced another one for Brady. “Just in case you need to contact me for anything.”

      “You ready, Ms. Thorsby?” Brady asked.

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