In Seconds. Brenda Novak

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СКАЧАТЬ was more dangerous not to have it, which was why Virgil had given her the Sig in the first place. “I’ll be careful.”

      “Do you really need it? I mean…I’m right next door.”

      With a thirteen-year-old. No way would she get him involved if The Crew came to call. The Crew would kill him and Marley, just like they’d butchered that U.S. marshal…?.

      The panic she’d felt as she called 9-1-1 that night a few years ago returned to her mind, along with the memory of the marshal’s blood, still warm, as she tried to hold the wound in his neck closed. She couldn’t let anything like that happen again. Ever. Which meant she had to control herself and her emotions. “Thank you, but…I can take care of myself.”

      She’d offended him. He wanted her to rely on him as a lawman, if nothing more, but he didn’t argue with her or try to convince her. He nodded once and turned to go.

      Unable to stifle the impulse, she followed him to the steps. “So…that’s all you have to say?”

      When he faced her again, the hooded expression he’d worn since he arrived dropped, revealing raw desire. “Yes. No. Yes. No. You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured.

      She was driving herself crazy, wanting what she couldn’t have. “I’m sorry.”

      “That’s all you’ve got to say?” he said, repeating her line from a moment before.

      “Yes.” What more was there? She had no choice but to do exactly as she was doing.

      “No.” He shook his head.

      “No?”

      “You want to keep your gun?”

      Where was he going with this? She slid one arm around the pillar to steady herself. “You know I do.”

      The emotion that’d burned so bright only a second before disappeared behind a professional facade. “Then go for a ride with me. Tonight at six-thirty. Marley will babysit.”

      “The kids can’t stay here—” she started, but he cut her off.

      “Then we’ll take them to my place.”

      Even if The Crew was in town, they’d have no reason to go looking for her or her children at the sheriff’s house. Mia and Jake would be safe. But still… Was she getting in over her head?

      “What if I refuse?”

      “I’ll take your gun from you right now.”

      She swallowed hard. “And if I go with you?”

      “You might have a chance of keeping it.”

      “Might?”

      “Depends.”

      “On what?”

      “On whether or not I’m convinced you know how to use it.”

      This, she hadn’t expected. “Excuse me?”

      “Bring it with you,” he said, and walked away. When he reached his car, he called back, “And dress warm. We’ll be taking the Ducati.”

      7

      Myles knew he shouldn’t push it with Vivian. She was too dodgy. Chasing someone so mysterious and closed off was asking for trouble. And yet…she attracted him like no one else. He hadn’t seen it coming, not initially, at least not the way it was currently playing out. He’d assumed he’d date her, see whether or not it went anywhere, and probably wind up moving on to the next candidate. He had no real hope he could meet someone he loved as much as Amber Rose.

      But Vivian wouldn’t let their mutual interest travel along that well-worn path. She was so different from anyone he’d been with, so different from the kind of woman he’d married. Amber Rose had been a safe bet. Trusting, warm, sunny. Vivian, on the other hand, was complicated and full of shadows. That made her a definite risk. And he had no business taking a risk at this point in his life. Not with a daughter who’d already lost her mother…

      So why couldn’t he seem to back away and forget his pretty neighbor?

      Because he wanted her too badly. It was that simple. He’d been trying to engage her without climbing in too deep—get to know her better before deciding whether or not to lower his defenses. This was part of the reason, aside from the fact that she’d had too much wine, that he’d refused her last night. But she wouldn’t allow him to play it safe. He’d have to jump in over his head if he wanted to get wet at all.

      Which was a stupid thing for him to do, right?

      Of course. When he presented it to himself like that, he could see the danger easily enough.

      He should call her and cancel…?.

      But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew he wouldn’t. Last night had lit a fuse. Now it burned quickly toward detonation and he was actually looking forward to the explosion. For the first time since Amber Rose died, he felt some positive emotion about life in general and his neighbor specifically—excitement, eagerness, arousal, curiosity. If Vivian offered him another opportunity like last night, he’d take it. Even if he wound up mired in regret, at least he’d escape the numb emptiness that had replaced the pain of losing Amber Rose.

      He glanced at his watch. Pat’s autopsy was scheduled for three. He’d expected to have plenty of time to make it back, but lunch with Marley had taken longer than expected. He’d also stayed at Vivian’s too long. He needed to hurry if he wanted to observe the procedure.

      The needle on his speedometer edged up to seventy-five as Pineview faded in his rearview mirror. Like his office, the morgue was in Libby, thirty minutes away. But less than five miles down the road, he spotted a vehicle broken down on the shoulder.

      Because he was so intent on reaching the morgue, he almost left the driver to work it out on his own. Two men were with the car. But there wasn’t any cell service here, so they couldn’t call for help, and when he saw one of them limp around the vehicle to reach the engine, he slowed.

      The man had an awkward gait, as if one leg was shorter than the other. Maybe the second guy, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, wasn’t any more mobile and that was why he hadn’t gotten out.

      Flipping on his lights to warn other motorists to give them a wide berth, Myles pulled in behind the economy-size truck and cut the engine. Then he ran the California plate, only to learn that the computer system was down and had been for the past twenty minutes.

      “No big deal,” he muttered. These boys just needed a hand. If he got them on their way soon enough he could still make the autopsy.

      As Myles got out, the handicapped man leaned around the hood. “Afternoon, Officer.”

      “Looks like you got trouble.” A red bucket of bolts, the truck probably hailed from the early nineties.

      “Radiator’s busted,” came the response.

      Camping and fishing gear filled the bed, not unusual for this time of year. СКАЧАТЬ