The Protectors. Beverly Barton

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      She marched across the room, slammed shut the door and turned on Ashe. “How dare you make Neil feel less than the man he is! What gave you the right to humiliate him that way?”

      “My intention wasn’t to humiliate Neil. Hell, I have no reason to dislike the man, to want to hurt him. My intention was to show him that he’s useless as a bodyguard.”

      “Did you have to do it in front of me?” She looked down at her feet. “Neil has a crush on me.”

      Ashe laughed. “That must be the reason Annie Laurie can’t get to first base with him.”

      Deborah snapped her head up, her eyes making direct contact with Ashe’s. She smiled. “I’ve done everything but offer to pay for their wedding to get Neil interested in Annie Laurie. He can’t seem to see past me to take notice of what a wonderful girl Annie Laurie is and how much she adores him.”

      Ashe stared at Deborah, his expression softening as he remembered another stupid man who had been so blinded by his passion for one woman that he’d allowed a treasure far more rare to slip through his fingers. Unrequited love was a bitch.

      “I’m sorry if you think I was too rough on Neil. Annie Laurie had told me he liked you, but I had no idea he fancied himself in love with you. I’ll tread more lightly on his ego from now on.”

      “Thank you, Ashe. I’d appreciated it.”

      A soft knock sounded at the door, breaking the intensity of Deborah’s and Ashe’s locked stares.

      “Yes?”

      Annie Laurie cracked open the door, peeked inside and held out a bundle of mail. “I’ve checked through these. The one I put on top looks odd to me. Whoever sent it used one of Deborah’s business cards as a mailing label.”

      “Hand me that letter and place the others on the desk,” Ashe said.

      Annie Laurie obeyed Ashe’s command. Deborah glanced from Annie Laurie’s worried face to the letter in Ashe’s hand. She waited while he turned the envelope over, inspecting it from every angle. He held it up to the light.

      “Does this look pretty much like the other letters you’ve received?” he asked.

      “The others were typed,” Deborah said. “This is the first time they’ve used my business card.”

      Ashe walked over to Deborah’s desk, picked up her letter opener and sliced the envelope along the spine. Lifting out a one-page letter, he laid the opener down, spread apart the white piece of stationery and read aloud the message, which had been typed.

      “Don’t show up in court. If you do, you’ll be sorry.”

      Deborah glanced at Annie Laurie who seemed to be waiting for something. “Is there something else?” she asked.

      Tilting her head to one side and casting her gaze downward, Annie Laurie smiled. “Megan stopped by to see you. She’s got Katie with her.”

      “Oh.” Deborah returned Annie Laurie’s smile. “I suppose everyone’s passing Katie around as if she were a doll. Tell Megan I’ll be out in just a minute.”

      Annie Laurie slipped out of the office, silently closing the door behind her.

      “What was that all about? Who are Megan and Katie?”

      “Megan is my secretary. She’s on maternity leave. Katie is her two-week-old baby girl.”

      Ashe shook his head. “You’ve just received another threatening letter and you’re concerned with coochie-cooing over your secretary’s new baby?”

      “I’ve received a letter very similar to the one you hold in your hand every day since Lon Sparks was arrested,” Deborah said. “And I get at least one threatening phone call a day. But it isn’t every day that Katie goes for her two-week checkup and Megan brings her by to see us.”

      Ashe grinned. God bless her, Deborah hadn’t really changed. Not nearly as much as he thought she had. And certainly nowhere near as much as she tried to make everyone think. Underneath all that tough, career woman exterior lay the heart of the sweet, caring girl she’d been years ago. He supposed he should have realized that Deborah was perfectly capable of handling both roles, that sophistication and success didn’t exclude the more nurturing qualities that made Deborah such a loving person.

      “You go visit with mother and baby,” Ashe said. “I’ll phone Sheriff Blaylock and let him know we’ll be stopping by around noon. We’ll let him add this letter to his collection.”

      “It won’t do any good.” Deborah opened the door. “There are never any fingerprints, nothing unique about the stationery. They’re all mailed from Sheffield. And the typewriter isn’t much of a clue. Hundreds of people in this area have access to the same brand.”

      “Whoever’s doing this is experienced. He’s no amateur.”

      “Buck Stansell may be a redneck outlaw, but he’s a professional redneck outlaw.”

      “Yeah, his family’s been in the business for several generations.” Ashe glanced around Deborah’s office. “Kind of like the Vaughns have been in real estate for three generations.”

      “Don’t assume that I’m taking the threats lightly,” she said, her hand on the doorpost. “I’m shaking in my boots. But I have a business to run, people who count on Vaughn & Posey for their livelihoods. And I have a mother who’s in bad health and a ch…a brother who’s only a child.”

      “Who has access to your business cards?”

      “What?”

      “Could just anybody get one of these cards?” Ashe waved the envelope in the air.

      “Oh, yes, anybody could get one.” Deborah walked into the outer office. “Megan, we’re so glad you stopped by. Who’s got Katie? Come on, Helen, give her to me.”

      Ashe stood in the doorway, watching Deborah hold her secretary’s baby. She looked so natural, as if cuddling a baby in her arms was something she did all the time. Why wasn’t she married, with children of her own? A woman like Deborah shouldn’t be single, still living at home with her mother and little brother. She should be hustling a pack of kids off to school and baseball games and cheerleader practice. She should be holding her own child in her arms.

      Ashe didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when Megan pulled Deborah aside into the corner near her office, he remained standing just behind the partially closed door.

      “I want to thank you again for the bonus you gave me,” Megan said. “Bennie is so proud, he would never have accepted the money if you hadn’t convinced him it was a bonus and that Mr. Posey had given the same amount to his secretary. Annie Laurie even went along with our little fib.”

      “It was a bonus,” Deborah said. “A baby bonus. I think every baby should have a fully equipped nursery.”

      “We could never have afforded everything without that bonus. And after that, you didn’t have to bring another gift to the hospital.” Megan СКАЧАТЬ