Danger on the Mountain. Lynette Eason

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СКАЧАТЬ right, that’s enough,” Reese said, his mild tone not hiding his embarrassment. “Maggie’s the one who kept me from getting shot.”

      At Eli’s raised brow, Maggie shook her head and refused to let Reese turn the attention back on her. However, she let him off the hook as she shifted Belle to her other hip. She couldn’t help shivering as she remembered the look in the one robber’s eyes. “He was going to make me go with him,” she whispered.

      “What?” Eli demanded.

      She nodded. “If Reese hadn’t intervened, the robber would have taken me and Belle with him.”

      Eli snapped a look at Reese. “That true?”

      “It sure looked that way.”

      Eli’s frown deepened. “Robbing a bank is serious business, but they were willing to add kidnapping, hostage taking, to it?”

      “They were.” Reese’s nose flared. “And not only that, but one of them threatened Maggie and her baby—and me—as he escaped.”

      Now Eli’s brow lifted and he reached up a hand to stroke his jaw. “Do you feel threatened?”

      Reese looked at Maggie. “I’m not worried for myself, but I think you should make sure you have extra patrols around Maggie’s place.”

      So he was worried about her.

      Eli nodded. “I can do that, but she’s pretty isolated out there on the lake.”

      “The lake?” Reese asked. “Which one?”

      “Rose Petal Lake. Not too far from your place, I don’t think.”

      Maggie spoke up. “I’m staying in my grandfather’s old house. I’m trying to decide if I want to stay there permanently or get something here in town.”

      “Maggie teaches school,” Eli said.

      “Which one?” Reese asked.

      “It’s an online academy,” Maggie said as Belle leaned over, trying to wriggle free of the arms that held her. Maggie expertly kept the baby from tumbling backward and said, “I teach fifth grade. It allows me to earn a living and keep Belle with me.” And allowed her to try to figure out if she’d ever return home. She stiffened her spine. No, that house had never been home.

      For the past six months, Rose Mountain had been home.

      And she didn’t see that changing in the near future.

      Eli scratched the back of his head, and Maggie felt

      Reese’s gaze on her and Belle. And it unnerved her that every time his eyes landed on Belle, he looked away. In fact, other than asking her name, he hadn’t acknowledged her presence. Did he not like babies? Children? Disappointment shot through her.

      Squelching the unexpected feeling, she hugged Belle closer and said, “I’ve got to get her home for a nap. She’s going to start getting cranky if I don’t.”

      Eli nodded, placed the strap attached to his camera around his neck and said, “I just finished a weeklong crime scene processing training class last month.” His lips quirked. “Thought I should update my skills just in case, but the whole time I kept wondering why I was there.” He looked around and shook his head. “Guess now I know.”

      Maggie had lived in Rose Mountain long enough to realize that small town law enforcement officials often had to take care of the forensics side of things. If the nature of the crime warranted a higher level of expertise than the local sheriff, he had to call someone from a bigger city. Eli said, “You’ll need to see the psychologist about the shooting and file a report.”

      Reese grimaced. “I know.”

      Eli nodded. “Why don’t you see the ladies home, and I’ll finish up here.”

      “Uh...yeah, sure.”

      He looked caught, trapped with no way out. She frowned. What was his problem?

      Then he smiled and she wondered if she’d imagined the whole expression. She settled Belle back into her car seat carrier and he led her to the door. Stepping outside, she breathed in the fresh fall air, grateful to be alive.

      “Which one is your car?” he asked.

      “The blue Ford pickup.” He looked surprised, and she laughed. “Didn’t expect me drive a truck, did you?”

      “No, I was looking for a minivan or something.”

      Maggie clucked her tongue. “Shame on you. Stereotyping?”

      He grinned, and she felt that tug of attraction she’d been hoping she wouldn’t feel again. The last thing she or Belle needed—or wanted—was a man in their lives. His eyes held hers a bit longer than necessary. She looked away as he said, “Yes, I guess so. Sorry.”

      Maggie settled Belle into the back of the king cab and opened the driver’s-side door. Climbing in, she noticed Reese watching. He gave her a nod and let her lead the way. Pulling out of the bank, she turned right onto Main Street. As she drove, she listened to Belle chattering in the backseat. At least she hadn’t suffered as a result of their scary adventure this morning.

      Soon, she’d have to feed the baby her afternoon bottle or her sweet chatter would turn to demanding howls.

      Maggie headed up the mountain, the short mile to her home seemed to take forever. Pulling into the gravel drive, she cut the engine and waited for Reese to drive up beside her.

      He climbed out and looked around. He pointed. “See that house just across the lake?”

      “The one with the white wraparound porch?”

      “Yeah. That one’s mine.”

      “It’s beautiful. I noticed it the day I moved in.” Maggie pulled the carrier with the sleeping Belle from the backseat with a grunt. She slid the handle onto her arm up to the crook of her elbow. “She gets heavier every day, it seems like.”

      He shut the door for her and asked, “Where’s Belle’s father?”

      “Dead.” She heard the matter-of-fact tone in her voice.

      When she turned, surprise glistened in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.

      “I am, too. Sorry he’s dead, not sorry he’s out of my life.”

      TWO

      The woman just kept surprising him. The gentle, mommy demeanor hid a spine of steel. Also evidenced by her cool-under-fire reaction at the bank earlier.

      Opening the door, she led the way inside, holding the carrier in front of her. “I’m surprised she’s still sleeping.” She set the baby carrier on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator to pull out a bottle filled with milk.

      “Why aren’t you sorry he’s out of your life?”

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