Lone Wolf Lawman. Delores Fossen

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      Addie.

      Wes took her by the shoulders, forcing eye contact. “The Moonlight Strangler’s really your father?”

      It took Addie a moment to realize that it was actually a question. “Yes, according to the DNA match, he is. But Sherman Crockett was my father in the only way that will ever matter.”

      If only that were true.

      Addie wanted it to be true. Desperately wanted it. But it was hard to push aside that she shared the blood and DNA of a serial killer.

      “I need to hear it from you,” Wes said. Not an order exactly. But it was close. “Is everything you said true? Do you have any memory whatsoever of why you were in those woods or who put you there?”

      Addie threw up her hands. “Of course not. The FBI has questioned me over and over again. They even had me hypnotized, and I remembered exactly what I’d already told everyone. Nothing.”

      She had no idea why Wes was asking these things, but it was time for Addie to turn the tables on him.

      “Who are you?” she demanded. “And why are you here?”

      His grip melted off her shoulders, and now it was Wes who moved away from her. “My real name is Weston Cade, and I’m a Texas Ranger.”

      Addie had to replay that several times before it sank in. After learning she was the daughter of a serial killer and having Wes leave without so much as a goodbye, she hadn’t exactly had a rosy outlook on life. She’d braced herself in case Wes was about to confess that he, too, was some kind of criminal. But this revelation wasn’t nearly as bad as the ones she had imagined.

      “A Texas Ranger,” she repeated. Addie shook her head. “You told me your name was Wes Martin and that you were a rodeo rider.”

      “Martin is my middle name, and I was a rodeo rider. Before I became a Ranger.”

      Her mouth tightened. “And I was a child before I became an adult. That doesn’t make me a child now. You lied to me.”

      “Yeah.” He nodded. “I didn’t want you to know who I was and that I was investigating the Moonlight Strangler.”

      She stared at him, waiting for more. More that he didn’t volunteer. “You were investigating him when you met me three months ago?”

      No gaze-dodging this time. Wes, or rather Weston, looked her straight in the eyes. “I met you because I was looking for him. I followed you while you were in San Antonio, and after your interview with the FBI I followed you to the hotel where you were staying. I knew exactly who you were when I introduced myself at the bar.”

      That hit her like a heavyweight’s punch, and Addie staggered back.

      The memories of that first meeting were still so fresh in her mind. She’d been shaken to the core after the interview with the FBI, and even though her mother and one of her brothers had made the trip to San Antonio with her, she had asked for some alone time. And had ended up at the hotel bar.

      Where she’d met Wes, a rodeo rider.

      Or so she’d thought.

      The attraction had been instant. Intense. Something Addie had never quite felt before. Of course, that intensity had dulled her instincts because she had believed with all her heart that this was a man who understood her. A man she could trust.

      That was laughable now.

      “Were you trying to get information from me?” she asked, recalling all the words—the lies, no doubt—he’d told her that night.

      A muscle flickered in his jaw.

      Then Weston nodded.

      She groaned, and now Addie was the one who cursed. “And you came back to the bar again the next night, after I’d been through the hypnosis. You knew I was an emotional wreck. You knew I was hanging by a thread, and yet you took me to your room and had sex with me. Not just that night, either, but the following night, too.”

      “That was never part of the plan,” he said.

      “The plan?” she snapped. “Well, your plan had consequences.” Addie had another battle with tears, but thankfully she still managed to speak. “Leave now!”

      Of course he didn’t budge. Weston stayed put and took hold of her arm when she tried to bolt from the office.

      The phone on her desk rang, the sound shooting through the room. Addie gasped before she realized that it wasn’t the threat that her body was preparing itself for. The threat was in her office and had hold of her.

      “Ignore that call. There are things you need to know,” he insisted. “Things that might save your life.”

      That stopped Addie in her tracks, and she did indeed ignore the call. “What are you talking about?”

      He didn’t get a chance to answer because she heard another sound. Her mother’s voice.

      “Addie?” her mother called out. It sounded as if she was in the kitchen at the back of the house. “I picked up the phone when you didn’t answer. It’s about those mares you wanted to buy.”

      It was a call that Addie had been waiting on. An important one. Since she helped manage the ranch and the livestock, it was her job. But she was afraid her job would have to wait.

      “Tell her to take a message,” Weston instructed.

      Addie wanted to tell him a flat-out no. She didn’t want to obey orders from this lying Texas Ranger who’d taken her to his bed with the notion of getting information she didn’t even have.

      “Why should I?” she snarled.

      “Because you’re in danger. Your mother could be, too.”

      Addie had been certain that there was nothing Weston could say that would make her agree to his order.

      Nothing except that.

      “Mom,” Addie said after a serious debate with herself. “Take a message. I’ll return the call soon.”

      She hoped.

      “Start talking,” Addie told Weston. “Tell me exactly what’s going on.”

      But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he started to unbutton his shirt.

      Either he’d lost his mind, or...

      It was or.

      Addie saw the scar on his chest. The long jagged cut that wasn’t nearly as faded and healed as the one on her face. It was one that she’d already noticed the night they’d landed in СКАЧАТЬ