The Missing Mccullen. Rita Herron

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      “This is where you’ll be staying, Cash,” Sheriff McCullen said.

      Cash straightened. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this, Sheriff.”

      The sheriff and lawyer exchanged a look. “Get cleaned up, then we’ll meet in the main house to discuss the situation.”

      “You mean you trust me to stay here alone, or do you have a guard dog on me?” Cash asked.

      The sheriff folded his arms. “Are you going to jump bail?”

      Cash bit the inside of his cheek. His flight reflex was strong. How many times had he moved when things became sticky or uncomfortable where he was?

      Too many to count.

      But if he ran from this, the law would hunt him down. And he needed help finding Tyler.

      “No.” He swallowed hard. “I intend to clear my name.” It was the only way he’d be free. “Tyler needs me, too. That kid has to be scared.”

      The sheriff’s gaze met his, some kind of emotion flickering in his eyes that Cash couldn’t read. “All right then.” He gestured toward Miss Alexander. “Let’s meet in half an hour at the house.”

      She agreed and Cash nodded. Then maybe he’d finally learn what the McCullens wanted with him.

      * * *

      BJ BATTLED HER uneasiness at sleeping in a cabin in close proximity to Cash. He thought she was afraid of him because she believed him guilty of murder.

      But that wasn’t the problem. Cash Koker was too sexy.

      Sexy men were dangerous.

      She stepped onto the porch of the cabin where she’d been staying, phoned her father and left a message updating him. A breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees, bringing her the scent of wildflowers and freshly cut grass. Rays of sunshine slanted across the ranch, the sky so beautiful that it nearly robbed her breath.

      And reminded her of Aaron’s rainbows.

      She allowed herself a second to imagine him running across the field, then forced the image at bay. Work always helped take her mind off her grief.

      Work was all she had.

      The McCullens had lived here for decades, but they’d suffered their share of loss, both with the murder of their mother, and then the loss of their father to questionable circumstances. Yet they’d found a way to stay together as a family.

      She wasn’t sure she could say the same about her own father. All her life, she’d craved his love. She’d tried to please him and make him proud, but nothing she did brought them any closer.

      Sometimes, she thought he blamed her for her mother’s death, that he wished she’d never been born.

      And although he hadn’t said much about her mistake with the Davis case, she had disappointed him.

      She slipped into the cabin and surveyed the interior, admiring the space for its hominess. Painted wood-paneled walls. A kitchen and an adjoining living area with a stone fireplace. Bathroom and bedroom complete with a queen four-poster bed draped in a country blue quilt.

      Feeling overdressed, she considered a change of clothes.

      But she hadn’t brought anything casual enough to wear on a ranch. No jeans or flannel shirts or cowboy boots.

      She went to freshen up and stared at herself in the mirror. It didn’t matter if she had ranch clothes. Or if she wore her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

      Or if Cash Koker thought she was a stuffy bitch.

      She was here to do a job and nothing more.

      Her phone dinged, alerting her that she had a text, and she rushed to see it. Anger hit her as a photo of Cash and Sondra hugging appeared on her screen.

      Sheriff Jasper was right. The two of them looked close in the picture, a lot closer than Cash had led her to believe.

      But pictures could be deceiving.

      Still, she was more confused than ever by the man in the cabin next to her.

      * * *

      CASH THREW THE prison clothes into the trash and strode naked to the shower, anxious to rid himself of the scent of Sondra’s blood.

      How in the hell could he have gotten her blood on his clothes and hands and not remember it?

      He closed his eyes as he scrubbed his body and hair, trying to force the memory to return, but his mind was a big black hole.

      So was his heart. Sondra had been his friend, Innocent. Young. Vibrant. In love with life. She had a bright future ahead of her.

      And she’d loved Tyler so much.

      He would miss her smile and chatter.

      An image of little Tyler laughing as he pushed him in the tire swing Cash had made for him taunted him.

      Emotions churned through him. He’d kill anyone who hurt that kid.

      Heart hammering, he dried off and dressed in clean jeans and a denim shirt.

      Anxious to hear the sheriff’s explanation, he snatched his wallet and stepped outside.

      The fresh air and scents of summer hit him, then the door to the cabin where the lawyer was staying opened. Sun slanted off her pale skin, giving her a radiant glow.

      She was still wearing that tight-assed suit, but even though it was modest, it didn’t disguise her curves. Nice sized breasts, a thin waist, hips a man could hold on to.

      Dammit, his body twitched with desire.

      Not a good thing.

      She held the key to his freedom. He couldn’t screw it up by screwing her.

      Squaring his shoulders, he strode toward her.

      Her eyes flickered with wariness as she met him on the path between their cabins. “Ready?”

      He nodded, willing his libido under control. If he made a wrong move toward her, she might drop his case.

      At the moment, he needed her brains more than he needed her body.

      But could he trust that she wasn’t working for the enemy?

      “We can take my car,” she offered.

      “I’d just as soon walk.” He needed the fresh air.

      “Sure.”

      She fell into step beside him although she was wearing heels, which slowed her pace, so he slowed his own so she could keep up.

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