A Texas Child. Linda Warren

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      She dredged up every last ounce of courage she possessed, as she had so many times in the courtroom when faced with an egotistical alpha opponent determined to break her.

      She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head. “Hello, Levi.”

      * * *

      AT THE SIGHT of her, Levi’s heart crashed against his ribs in well-remembered pain. God, he hated the woman. She’d hurt him more than anyone he’d ever known. Yet he couldn’t deny her beauty. Long brownish-black hair was pinned behind her head. She looked like a model, with high cheekbones and black eyes that could flash with anger or smolder with desire.

      He’d loved her more than anyone in his life and she’d broken his heart without a second thought. Myra was determined to succeed in a man’s world and nothing stood in her way. Not even her love for him.

      “What are you doing here, Myra?”

      “It’s business,” she replied, walking farther into the barn in ridiculously high heels.

      Valerie kissed his cheek. “I’ll go, then. I’m running late, anyway.”

      Guilt zinged across his conscience. He’d forgotten Val was standing there. “Don’t forget to say bye to Pop. He gets a little miffed when you don’t.”

      “He’s such a sweetheart.” She hugged him and he returned it. “Don’t forget I’m fixing dinner.”

      “I won’t.” They kissed briefly and Val walked out. Levi refused to introduce them. Myra wasn’t going to be around that long.

      He placed his hands on his hips. “What do you want, Myra?”

      “She’s nice,” Myra said.

      “What do you want?”

      “It’s about Stu. He’d like to hire you.”

      “No.” The horses neighed and he turned to them, undoing a cinch on a saddle. “You wasted your time invading my privacy. I’m not working for anyone who has a connection to you. Not even Stu.”

      “If you had answered my messages, I wouldn’t have had to come out here.”

      He threw the saddle onto a sawhorse. “I didn’t answer for a reason. You and I have nothing to say to each other. Most people would have figured that out.”

      “Just give me five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

      He undid the cinch on the other saddle. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

      “I try not to, especially when a friend is involved.”

      Swinging the saddle onto another sawhorse, he said, “If you were that committed to your love life, you would have been one hell of a woman.”

      “Why are you making this personal, Levi? I’m sorry I hurt you and I’ve apologized, but you couldn’t seem to get past your anger. After all these years, I would have thought you’d have gotten over it.”

      His hat lay in the dirt where Val had thrown it. He reached down to pick it up and dusted it off, giving him time to gauge his next words. “I have. It’s just the shock of seeing you again, so sudden like, brought back a lot of painful memories. I’ve moved on and I’m happy now. I don’t need you complicating my life.”

      “I have, too.” She tucked a flyaway strand behind her ear. “Yes, we have a past, but we’re adult enough to not let it interfere with the present.”

      He leaned against the saddle and crossed his boots at the ankles. “That’s true, but you see I don’t want you in my present in any way. Not because I still have feelings for you. I don’t. I’d just rather not clutter my life with a past I regret.”

      “It’s not for me, Levi. It’s for Stu, who needs a good P.I.”

      “Stu knows just about every private investigator in the state. Besides, if he wants to hire me, why doesn’t he call himself?”

      “His daughter’s in a coma and he’s very distraught.”

      That threw him. Stu was one of the best friends he’d ever had when he was a cop. But Myra had ties to Stu, too. “I’d rather not get involved.”

      “Five minutes, Levi. What harm can that do?”

      He drew a long breath. “Okay.”

      “Stu’s daughter, Natalie, works in my office in Houston.”

      “The D.A.’s office?”

      “Yes. She’s a secretary and has worked with us for about three years. After her mother died, she came to Houston to get closer to her father. Last year, she got involved with Marco Mortez and we all thought it was great she’d found someone. But he turned out to be a loser. On Monday, he beat her into a coma and took their nine-month-old son. The police haven’t been able to locate him.”

      “Were they married?”

      “No.”

      “Is he the boy’s father?”

      “Of course.”

      “How serious is Natalie’s condition?”

      She bit her lip, something she did when she was nervous. He was probably the only person who knew that, except for her friend Jessie. He’d heard that Jessie had gotten married but he wasn’t in the mood to discuss any details about Myra’s life.

      “It’s bad. The doctor said he must have banged her head repeatedly against the wall or a table. They operated to stop the internal bleeding. Now they’re dealing with the swelling of the brain. The doctor said she will either wake up or she won’t. She has a fifty-fifty chance. The baby has to be there when she wakes up or she will be devastated.”

      Levi felt himself being pulled into Natalie’s plight, but then, he was always a sucker where a baby was concerned. Still, he wasn’t relenting.

      “If the police are on the case, I don’t see why you need a private investigator. And like I said, Stu still has a lot of pull in the police department.” Stuart Stevens had been the police chief in Houston, but he’d retired after a bout with cancer.

      She bit her lip again.

      “You’re not telling me everything, are you?”

      “It’s complicated, Levi.”

      He folded his arms across his chest. “Oh, really. I don’t do complicated anymore, Myra.”

      “Okay.” She shoved her hands into the pockets of her black slacks. “When the police couldn’t locate Marco, I did some checking on my own. His family might have connections to a Mexican drug cartel.”

      “Might?”

      “I don’t have any evidence to back it up. Only what people in the apartment complex told me about Marco and the people who СКАЧАТЬ