Agent Undercover. Lynette Eason
His forehead wrinkled as he ran his hand through his thick dark hair. Intuitive green eyes examined his friend. “You got any enemies, Dylan?”
“No.” He gave a humorless laugh. “No way. I mean, who would do something so awful as to actually try to run Will down?” He looked sick. “That’s just … crazy.”
“Crazier things have been done,” Paige murmured.
He simply looked at her.
“Do you have any patients you’ve made mad recently?” the sheriff asked.
Dylan looked blindsided, she thought, even as she waited for his answer.
He gave a slow shake of his head. “I don’t … know. Maybe.”
“Could be you were the intended target with that car. The person who almost ran down Will could have thought you were going to be crossing with him,” Paige said before she could bite her tongue.
Sheriff Brody crossed his arms across his broad chest and narrowed his eyes. “You have some law enforcement training?”
Paige gulped and chastised herself for making such a rookie mistake. She forced a laugh. “I watch a lot of television. Crime shows are my favorite.”
His eyebrows lowered and he glowered. She could read his thoughts. Great, another cop wannabe.
One day she’d tell him the truth. For now, she was going to shut up. Besides, her head was really starting to pound. Nausea swirled and she knew she needed to lie down. “Dylan, do you think you could take me home now?”
He started. “Sure.” Then looked at the sheriff. “Are you done with me?”
“Yeah.” The man waved a hand in dismissal. “Go on. I’ll let you know if we find anything here.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m supposed to meet Holly at the doctor’s office in Bryson City. We’re having our first ultrasound.” He looked extraordinarily pleased to share that information.
Paige smiled through her pain. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” He peered closer at Paige then said to Dylan, “She’s not looking so great. You better get some meds in her before she passes out.”
Dylan turned and stopped fast enough to cause Paige to bump into him. Pain exploded through her. As it eased, with her nose buried in his back, she couldn’t help noticing his yummy-smelling cologne. She backed up in a hurry and swallowed hard.
He turned and smiled down at her. “Sorry.” Then he motioned for the young man who’d come to collect his reference letter. “I’m sorry, I can’t access my computer right now. I have a copy of it on my home computer. Is it all right if we try again later?”
“Sure. You’ve got my cell number. Just give me a shout when you want me to come pick it up.”
Dylan and Paige made their way out to his car. She slid in, breathing in the familiar scent of leather and new-car smell. The sun beat down, warming the interior of the car to an uncomfortable temperature. She lowered her window and he flipped on the air-conditioning. “Sorry to pull you away,” she told him. “My head is really hurting.”
“No problem. I wasn’t doing anyone any good just standing around watching them work.” He shot her a worried look. “Any nausea? Dizziness?”
“No, it’s just a headache.” The nausea had faded.
Red flashing lights jerked her attention to the side mirror. A fire truck approached, sirens screaming. Dylan’s face paled, and his hands clenched the wheel so tight his knuckles went white. He pulled to the side and let the truck fly past. For a moment, he just sat there, not moving.
She laid a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”
He blinked. “Yeah.” His hoarse voice said otherwise. “Tell me how to find your house.”
She gave him the directions, then asked, “That fire truck really sparked some memories, didn’t it?”
“They always do. I can’t see one without …” He broke off and swallowed.
“Will you tell me more about the fire that killed Will’s mother?”
FOUR
Eyes on the road, Dylan blinked at the question, then supposed it was only natural that she ask. Still, it threw him. Then again, she seemed to have some sort of connection with Will, so maybe it wasn’t so odd she’d want to know more about the boy’s mother. He gathered his scattered nerves and said, “Sandra was my sister. She was a good mom. Most of the time.”
“I’m sorry for your loss, Dylan.” She paused. “What do you mean most of the time?”
“She did drugs.” Blunt, straight to the point.
“Oh, my. Poor Will.”
“Yes. At first, it wasn’t like she was an out of control junkie. She was more recreational than anything, but …” He bit his lip.
“She ended up hooked?”
He drew in a deep breath. “In a big way.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me, too. Anyway, she had this new boyfriend that seemed to be making a big impact on her. Larry something. He was a math teacher out at the high school. Sandra did a lot of subbing at all three schools in town. But I remember her coming over one night and telling me about this great guy. And she was going to change her life. I only met Larry a few times.” A smile crossed his lips.
“What’s the smile for?”
He shook his head. “Just thinking about the two of them. I was really skeptical when she first told me about him. Figured he was just another drug source, but he wasn’t. I could tell he was clean the moment I met him, and he really did seem to care about Sandra. In fact, they reminded me of a couple of teenagers who’d just discovered true love.”
“True love?” She sounded skeptical.
Dylan eyed her from the corner of his eye then asked softly, “What? You don’t believe in true love?” He really didn’t have the right to ask, but he wanted to know. Even though his experience with Erica had cut deep, he still felt like God had the right person in mind for him.
He couldn’t help wondering if that person was Paige.
He could feel her embarrassment as she cleared her throat. “Maybe. For some people.”
“But not for you?”
A pause. “This isn’t about me,” she finally answered, sounding subdued. “So Sandra and Larry were in love?”
Making a mental note to come back to her feelings about love, he let her direct him back to the topic. “I don’t know, but Sandra finally seemed happy. Like she’d gotten rid of a few of her demons. Larry even got her going to church. And Will was crazy about the guy …” He sighed. “But I just … don’t know … It was hard for me to hope because … she was still Sandra, you know?”
“Yeah. I know.”
Dylan glanced at her. “You sound like you mean that. Is someone you love a drug addict?”
Paige flinched and he reached over to touch her shoulder. The warm zing that skittered up his arm surprised him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to find a painful subject. Are you okay?”
She placed a hand to her head. “Um, yes, just a headache. I’ll take one of those painkillers as soon as I get home and sleep for a couple of hours. That should do the trick.”
Dylan frowned at her but let that explanation work for now. He had a feeling she’d been going to say something else and had decided against it. He didn’t let it bother him. He usually wasn’t so open with people he’d only just met, but there was just something about Paige, something that made him want to explore