Heir to Murder. Elle James
and tires spun on the pavement, the vehicle rocketing forward.
Stunned, Rachel froze as the heavy sedan barreled straight for her. When the car bumped up over the curb, slamming metal against concrete, Rachel finally snapped out of it, but too late to avoid impact.
She knew it was going to hit her—all she could do was minimize the impact. As she’d seen done in the movies by trained stuntmen, she slammed her hands on the hood of the vehicle and swung her legs up and to the side like a gymnast on a vault. She slid across the hood, smacked into the glass and rolled off to the side, landing flat on her back. Her head bounced on the concrete.
Pain flashed through her and the streetlight on the corner blinked out.
* * *
Noah headed for Adair Acres, the only home he knew. He drove through the gate, past the guesthouse and straight for the stable. At least the horses weren’t deceitful and out to question his every move. They could care less how much money he had or how he planned to spend it. All they wanted was to be treated with respect and be fed regularly. Why couldn’t life be that simple?
The last person he could count on had just proved to him that he couldn’t trust anyone at all. He shoved the gearshift into Park, climbed down from his truck and strode into the stable.
Diablo nickered from his stall, pawing at the door for attention.
Noah grabbed a brush from the tack room and led the stallion out of his stall, tying his lead to a post. Then he brushed the horse from nose to tail, one long, smooth stroke at a time.
At first Diablo tossed his head and stamped his hooves. Either he was able to sense Noah’s unrest and it made him uneasy, as well, or he was impatient for another ride out across the fields, the wind in his mane.
Forcing himself to slow down and take it easy, Noah soothed the horse and continued brushing with calmer motions until the stallion stood steady, accepting the attention.
When he was done, he stroked the horse’s velvety soft nose. “I trust you more than any of the Adairs, and you threw me this morning.”
Diablo nickered, almost as if chuckling at his accomplishment in unseating Noah.
“Yeah. I deserved it. I was pushing you too hard when it was my own problem.” Noah sighed. “The question is what should I do?”
“If you’re waiting for the horse to answer, you might be waiting awhile.” Carson Adair, with his light brown hair cropped short and military bearing from years in the Marine Corps, stood ramrod straight, his arms crossed over his chest in the open doorway to the stable.
“He’s the only one who makes sense.”
Carson’s lips twisted and he nodded. “You have a point. Things have been insane around here.” Carson’s eyes narrowed, his brows drawing together. “Landry tells me you talked with Rachel.”
Noah grabbed the horse’s lead, walked him back to his stall and settled him in. “Are there any more spies I should be aware of? Hell, if you’d just asked, I’d have told you everything I know. Even as cousins, I thought we were family.”
“Like you, we don’t know who to trust. They still haven’t caught our father’s killer.”
Noah stepped back as if he’d been slapped. “Good Lord. Did you think I’d done it?” Noah closed and secured the stall door before facing Carson. “Should I add ‘potential murderer’ to the title of ‘gold-digging secret son’ as a caption on my dossier?”
“He was your father, too.”
“It takes more than a sperm donation to be a father.”
Carson snorted. “Tell me about it. Reginald Adair was too busy looking for you to be much of a father to the rest of his children.”
“At least you had each other.” Noah carried the brush into the tack room.
“He might not have been much of a father to us, but he left a significant chunk of his estate to a son no one seemed to be able to find. When Georgia suggested you might be that missing son, naturally, we thought you might have ulterior motives.”
“Naturally.” Noah snorted. “Like I might have ingratiated myself with the family in order to knock off the old man?”
“Think about it. Our father is shot to death and you came back to Adair Acres. The will was read and then Georgia pointed out how much you looked like her stepmother. The pieces all fell into a strange place. What would you have done if you were us?”
Noah let Carson’s words flow over him and settle into the crevices of his mind before answering. “I would have asked me what the hell I was up to.”
Diablo nickered and tossed his head over the top of the stall’s gate.
With Carson’s explanation making more sense than he liked, Noah needed to keep moving. He walked to the stack of hay on one end of the stable, broke off a couple sections of one bale and carried it back to Diablo’s stall, dropping it into the manger.
Noah dusted the hay from his hands and shirt. “Did you really think I could have killed your father?”
“Not once we heard your alibi, but you could have hired someone to do him in.”
The irony of the situation was not lost on Noah. Reginald’s kids had such mixed feelings about losing their father. He’d barely given them much thought, his entire focus spent on finding his missing son—an obsession he couldn’t shake for thirty-seven years.
The older Adair’s murder had hit Noah harder. Reginald had welcomed him to come work at the ranch. He’d been his only male role model Noah’s entire life. He used to imagine being part of the larger Adair family. Whit, Carson and Landry may not have been close to Reginald, but they cared about one another and made it clear they’d do anything for their siblings.
“Look, you have a right to be angry with us. We shouldn’t have spied on you, but we wanted to protect each other and our heritage. Don’t blame Rachel. Landry talked her into doing it. If you don’t believe me, ask Landry.”
Noah didn’t want to believe Carson, but the sincerity of the former Marine was hard to dispute. He’d always respected the man and now was no different.
“It’s like I told Rachel,” Noah said. “I don’t know who to trust anymore.”
“I don’t blame you. We still haven’t found Dad’s killer. It could be anyone. We’re all struggling to figure this out.”
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