Colton's Secret Service. Marie Ferrarella

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      The woman watched him blankly. It was obvious that the title of the popular classic TV show meant nothing to her. “Must’ve been before my time,” she commented. She nodded over his shoulder. “The road’s that way. I suggest you take it.”

      She still had him holding his hands up. “Can I put my hands down?”

      She pretended to think his question over. “Only after you start walking.”

      “Fair enough.”

      As if complying, Nick turned away from her, took two steps, dropped his hands and then turned around again. This time, instead of his ID, he had his service revolver in his hand.

      And he was pointing it at the woman.

      Startled, Georgie took a firmer grip on the tire iron. Seeing the gun, Emmie screamed and this time, the little girl allowed herself to be pushed behind her mother’s back.

      “Drop the tire iron,” Nick ordered. His tone brooked no nonsense. “Now!” he barked when she didn’t immediately comply.

      Letting the tire iron fall, Georgie bit off a curse that would have curled the hair of the most hardened bronco buster had it made it past her lips. She should have known this was all a ruse. Served her right for taking pity on him because he was cute. When was she going to learn that cute men meant nothing but trouble in the long and short run?

      “I don’t have anything worth stealing,” she told him between clenched teeth. She just wanted him gone. He was scaring Emmie and for that, she wanted to rip out his heart.

      Nick took a step closer. Although small, the gun felt heavy in his hand. He didn’t like pulling his weapon on a woman and even though he found the child annoying, he definitely didn’t care for having to train a weapon around the little girl, but the firebrand who claimed to be her mother had left him no choice.

      “As I was saying,” he went on as if nothing had happened, “I’m here to arrest Georgie Grady and take him—or her—into custody. Put your hands up,” he told her.

      Georgie raised her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Emmie mimic her action.

      You’ll pay for this, mister, she silently promised. Her brain worked feverishly to figure a way out of this.

      “So,” Georgie began slowly, “you really are a Secret Service agent.”

      “That’s what I told you.”

      Georgie nodded her head, as if finally believing him. “And why would a Secret Service agent want to take me into custody?” she queried, doing her best to hang on to her temper. He had the gun, shouting at him wouldn’t be advisable.

      “Mama, is he going to shoot you?” Emmie cried, suddenly sounding like every one of her four years and no more.

      Georgie’s heart almost broke. Barely holding up her hands, she bent down to Emmie’s level.

      “No, honey, he’s not going to shoot me. He’s not that dumb,” she assured her daughter. Raising her eyes to his, she sought his back up. “Are you, Mr. Secret Service agent?”

      He’d only discharged his weapon three times, and never in his present position. But saying so might sound weak to the woman. Who knew how these backwoods people thought?

      “Not if you cooperate.”

      She rose to her feet again, but this time she wasn’t holding up her hands. She was holding Emmie in her arms, determined to calm the child’s fears despite the fact that beneath her own anger was a solid band of fear. She had no idea who this crazy person was, only that she doubted very much that he was who he claimed to be. Secret Service agents didn’t come to places like Esperanza.

      She wished now that she’d stopped at her brother’s place instead of coming here tonight. Clay’s ranch wasn’t home, but it did have electricity, something her house didn’t at the moment because she’d shut it off before she’d gone on the trail. And more importantly, Clay’s place didn’t have someone holding a dingy looking revolver that was pointed straight at her.

      She shifted her body so that she was between the gun and Emmie. “And just how do you expect me to ‘cooperate’?” she asked.

      “By letting me take you into custody.” He began to feel as if he was trapped in some sort of time loop, endlessly repeating the same words.

      He’d already said that, and it was just as ridiculous now as when he’d first said it. “Why, for God’s sakes?” she demanded.

      “I thought you didn’t believe in taking the Lord’s name in vain,” Nick mocked, throwing her words back at her.

      “It’s okay when I do it,” she informed him coolly, tossing her head in a dismissive movement. “God likes me. I don’t point guns at little girls.”

      Damn, how the hell did this woman manage to keep putting him on the defensive? She was the criminal here, not him.

      “I’m pointing the gun at you, not her.” He saw the little girl thread her arms around the woman’s neck in what could only be seen as a protective action. They were some pair, these two. “And I’m doing it because you left me no choice.”

      All right, she’d played along long enough. She wanted answers now. “What is it that I’m supposed to have done that has gotten your Secret Service agent shorts all twisted up in a knot?” she demanded.

      She knew damn well what she’d done. He had the utmost faith that the hacker on his team had given him the right information. Steve’d had one hell of a reputation before he’d gotten caught.

      “Don’t act so innocent,” he accused.

      “Sorry,” she retorted sarcastically, “but it’s a habit I have when I haven’t done anything wrong.”

      “I wouldn’t call sending threatening letters to Senator Colton not doing anything wrong,” Nick informed her.

      Georgie felt as if someone had just hit her over the head with a nine-pound skillet. “Senator Colton?” she echoed.

      He saw the look of recognition flash in her eyes. She’d just given herself away. He was right. She was the one sending the threatening letters. The innocent act was just that, an act. While he felt vindicated, the slightest ribbon of disappointment weaved through him. He had no idea why, but chalked it up to the blow on the head he’d received.

      “Yes.”

      “Senator Joe Colton?” Georgie enunciated in disbelief.

      Why was she belaboring this? What was she up to? He wondered suspiciously, never taking his eyes off her face. “Yes.”

      “Well, that cinches it,” Georgie said with finality, unconsciously hugging Emmie closer to her. “You really are out of your mind.”

      Chapter 3

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