Texas Witness. Barb Han
see his charismatic smile. His sexy half grin that had been so good at making her pulse race and her body ache in that perfect way. She hadn’t counted on seeing him still so miserable. Or wanting to touch him so much that she physically hurt.
Blocking out the pain, an act she’d mastered in the past twelve months, she pushed past him and then opened the front door wide. She needed to meet her handler so she could disappear. The thought she was running from her problems struck. She pushed it aside.
Yes, the man standing in front of her was an issue. Yes, he deserved to know about Angelina. Yes, his daughter deserved to know about him. Not now. Not if it meant putting their little girl in danger. Even Colin would agree that Angelina had to come first.
She pushed the door open as wide as it would go.
“Please, Colin, don’t make me ask again.” She prayed he didn’t pick up on the desperate note in her tone.
* * *
COLIN SAT IN his vehicle contemplating the conversation he’d just had with Melissa for a good twenty minutes. Something about the way she’d asked him to leave didn’t sit right. Forget the electricity they still shared, sex had always been a whole other experience with her, and it was muscle memory causing the heat between them to sizzle like it was yesterday. He’d felt the chemistry, loud and powerful, when her back had been against the wall and there wasn’t more than a foot of space between her full breasts and his chest.
She was married to someone else and Colin would never act on his impulses. He’d stopped having sex for sex’s sake when he became old enough to fight for his country. He’d done a tour and then returned home. His reputation for dating around might be true, but he was selective when it came to who he spent time with and even more so with women he slept with.
Colin had an ironclad commandment about not messing around with another man’s wife. Even if he and Melissa had belonged to each other at one time, his rule was etched in stone and applied no matter how much his heart tried to protest. Or tell him that she was still his after all this time.
Logic ruled. It was time to move on.
Then there was the reaction she’d had to the news about his parents and the questions that had followed.
What was the point of worrying about it? She’d said that she was about to move and was homesick. Colin needed to accept it and move on. He was just about to start his ignition and drive off when he saw twin headlights exit the alley. Curiosity got the best of him, so he followed Melissa’s car. All he needed was to see her with Richard to imprint the new reality of her being married to someone else into his brain. Colin was visual and he needed that image in order to stamp out all those other thoughts that kept creeping in. Thoughts of how sweet she still smelled, all floral and sunshine. Thoughts of how soft her skin still was when he’d touched her arm. Thoughts of how rapid her breathing had become when they were standing too close. All of which was dangerous for Colin to acknowledge.
Melissa was married to Richard Rancic. The words sat bitter on his tongue as he cut right, allowing enough distance between cars so that she wouldn’t realize she was being followed. She’d made her choice. She was Melissa Rancic now. It was high time his mind caught up.
Cutting right a few seconds after she did, he was flooded with memories—memories he fought to keep from overtaking his thoughts. Letting go of her wasn’t going to be easy but he’d find a way. He had to. Because a little voice, the one that still knew her, said that once she left town she wasn’t coming back this time. Colin’s heart fisted again. He reminded himself that it was a good thing to acknowledge and accept the situation for what it was.
Melissa made another turn into the parking lot of the lawnmower store at the edge of town. It was located at the edge of the last neighborhood in Bluff before hay bales and country roads dotted the landscape. The lots were one-to-two acres in this area.
On three sides of the parking lot were woods, basically mesquite trees with two feet of underbrush. It was most likely Colin’s military training that had him checking the perimeter for any signs of danger and not the hairs that pricked on the back of his neck. Why would she meet her husband after midnight in an empty parking lot?
Scenarios started running through his mind as he pulled past the lot, turned off his headlights and then made a U-turn. Was it his heart and not his logical mind saying that she wanted out of the marriage? If there had been abuse she would be smarter to meet out in the open in a busy place, like a restaurant. This would be the worst possible spot. Empty, abandoned for all practical purposes. Images of her being abducted against her will assaulted him. And that was most likely his training taking over. Now he really needed to stick around to make sure she was okay.
There was a street lamp in the middle of the empty parking lot, and that was the only light around. The building was completely blacked out. All of Colin’s danger radar flared. He wanted her to park under the light at least.
She didn’t.
Melissa parked at the far corner of the lot with woods to each side. What was she thinking? He thought he’d trained her better than that in personal safety in the time they were together. She might be meeting her husband but any whacko could take advantage of this situation.
Did she really not have sense enough to think this through? Or had he rattled her? He blamed himself for that, figuring their conversation had upset her more than she’d wanted to let on. Seeing her again had certainly done a number on him.
Colin pulled over to the side of the road where he could see vehicles as they entered and exited the lot. There was only one other place a car could turn in and it came from a country road that ended at Sander’s farm a half hour down the road.
He wanted eyes on Rancic. And then he could finally convince himself to let her go.
A light blue sedan turned right into the lot fifteen minutes later. Colin exited his vehicle and moved stealthily along the tree line in order to get a good look at the exchange, telling himself that he needed to be close enough to see their faces. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment, and it seemed his heart would agree with that statement as a knifelike pain stabbed through him with each forward step. He told himself that he was making ground on being able to let go of the grip she had on him, still had on him. That thought carried his steps forward.
The headlights illuminated Melissa’s car and Colin could see her clearly from his position as she exited her vehicle. She should be happy to see her husband, shouldn’t she?
All Colin saw clearly was fear as Rancic parked and cut the lights. Colin moved to get a better look. Melissa’s attention shifted from Rancic to the backseat of her car as she backed away from him.
What was that all about?
Colin’s fear that their marriage had gone sour seemed to be playing out in front of him. Based on her expression, she was scared to death of the guy.
All his instincts told him to walk away. Melissa had made her choice and it wasn’t his place to interfere with a husband and wife. And yet he knew without a doubt that he was about to do just that...interfere. She could thank him or curse him later.
As Colin broke out of the tree line, the sheriff’s cruiser sped across the lot. Melissa used the distraction to lock herself inside the vehicle. Smart. He’d hang back behind her car and let Tommy do his job.
Rancic dove into his vehicle and managed to come up behind the wheel. He gunned the engine in reverse, burning rubber. His tires finally gripped the concrete and he sped backward.
Tommy must not’ve seen the barrel of the shotgun poking out from the driver’s side an inch or two as he hit his brakes, no doubt ready to turn around and give chase. Fire shot out the end as the blast split the air, burning through Colin’s ears as he pushed off the back of Melissa’s vehicle and bolted toward the sheriff’s SUV.
Rancic was out of there by the time Colin reached Tommy.
He pulled his friend from his vehicle and laid him out on the cement. Blood was everywhere as Colin scanned Tommy’s body, assessing the damage.