December 2005
Sheriff Gavin O'Neal hated being jarred from a deep sleep —
unless a woman happened to be doing the jarring.
Unfortunately tonight that was not the case, and it hadn't
been for quite a while.
With an unsolved murder hanging over his head and enough
mayhem in Royal, Texas, to drive a weaker man to drink,
his social — and sex — life had been nonexistent for
months. Probably just as well. Another complication was
the last thing he needed right now. He also didn't need a
1:00 a.m. domestic-disturbance call at a pig farm after a
tough week at work, but that's exactly what he faced at
the moment. With several of his deputies out of commission
because of a raging flu epidemic, he'd had no choice but
to answer the dispatcher's summons himself.
As he navigated the winding rural road, Gavin flipped the
heat on high and the radio on low, muttering a string of
curses aimed at the conditions and the call. Whatever had
warranted this late-night expedition to Harvey Joe
Raleigh's house, it had better be good. The guy had a used-
car-salesman swagger and a big mouth, and Gavin didn't
like him one bit. He liked him even less now.
Gavin turned up the pothole-filled drive that led to the
rickety white farmhouse and skirted a graveyard of beat-up
cars and run-down livestock pens. He pulled up beside a
rusty truck, braked hard and yanked the SUV into park. The
overpowering smell of hogs greeted him as he trudged up
the dirt path toward the house. If that didn't wake him
up, nothing would. The weathered porch, decorated with a
string of helter-skelter holiday lights draped from the
eaves overhead, groaned beneath his weight as he scaled
the three steps to the entry. Considering his recent luck,
he could end up falling through the dried-out boards and
breaking something vital.
Before he could knock on the door, fifty-something Sue
Raleigh appeared wearing a tattered blue terry housecoat
and an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for getting you out so
late, Sheriff."
Gavin had liked Sue immediately when he'd met her a few
months before, although he questioned how such a nice,
proper lady could have ended up with a worthless moron
like Harvey Joe. "No problem. What's going on?"
She leaned out the screen and pointed to her left. "It's
our renter. She lives in the little house out back.
According to Harvey Joe, she threatened him."
A woman? She had to be tough to endure living in this
place. "Is she armed?"
Sue shook her head. "I don't know. Harvey went to take
care of it."
Talk about walking in with limited information. "So you
don't know if she's armed or if Harvey's in any real
trouble?"
"I'm not sure. He told me to stay here and call you."
"What's the renter's name?"
"Valerie Raines."
Valerie Raines? "You mean the waitress down at the Royal
Diner?" Brilliant, O'Neal. In a town the size of Royal,
how many Valerie Raineses would there be?
"Yes, that's the one," Sue said.
Gavin had a hard time believing any of this. "She doesn't
seem like the violent type."
"I didn't think so either, but people aren't always what
they seem."
He couldn't agree more, a hard lesson learned in his line
of work. "Okay. I'll see what I can do."
As he strode through the damp grass toward the ramshackle
cottage, Gavin tugged his collar up as protection against
the north wind and wondered what he was about to
encounter. Granted, he didn't mind seeing Val again, even
under these circumstances. She was as cute as a blue
heeler pup, and he doubted she'd turned pit bull
overnight. Knowing Harvey Joe, he'd probably done
something to warrant Val's rant. Not to mention, she was a
slip of a woman half Harvey's size. Gavin couldn't imagine
her doing the guy any real harm.
He arrived at the house to find the door ajar, but even if
it had been closed and made of steel, half the county
could probably hear the sound of the feminine voice
shouting, "I mean it, you jerk! Stay right where you are."
Gavin stepped inside the cracker-box living room to find
Harvey backed against the wall, Val standing before him,
wielding a mop. The sight was pretty comical at that — one
balding, beer-bellied farmer looking bug-eyed and one wisp
of a waitress looking downright furious. She also looked
mighty sweet wearing that oversize white shirt, baggy
pajama bottoms and her blond hair piled high atop her head.
"What's going on here?" Gavin asked, trying to keep his
tone light.
"Now you're in trouble," Harvey said while pointing a
stubby finger at Valerie. "She's crazy, Sheriff. I want
her arrested."
Val turned her face toward Gavin and eyed him with
surprise that melted into frustration. "Oh, great. I
should have known he'd call you. But that's okay because
he's the one who should be arrested." She emphasized her
words by waving the mop at Harvey's groin.
Gavin took a step closer. "What seems to be the problem
exactly?"
"I told you, Sheriff, she's nuts," Harvey said.
She pointed the mop at Harvey's face. "I'm not nuts. I
have about two inches of water in the bathroom from a
leaky pipe beneath the sink, no heat and rats as big as
small terriers in the kitchen. I've asked him nicely to
fix the problems, but he won't listen. When I bent over to
show him the pipe, he grabbed my butt and I got tired of
being nice."
Gavin gritted his teeth and spoke through them. "That
true, Harvey?"
The man looked only slightly chagrined. "I didn't grab
nothin'. I just brushed up against her."
"Liar," Valerie snapped.
"And as far as the other stuff goes," Harvey
continued, "she ain't payin' all that much to live here."
"All that much?" She jabbed the mop in Harvey's chest. "If
you charged me a dollar, it would be too much."
Time to take some action, Gavin decided. If he didn't, Val
could very well turn that mop around and beat Harvey over
the head with the stick handle instead of the
strings. "Drop the mop, Val, and step away from Harvey
Joe," he said, rather pleased that he'd maintained a
straight face while delivering the order.
Val lifted her chin and didn't move. "Not until he
promises me he'll call a heating repairman, a plumber and
an exterminator tonight."
"I ain't callin' no one tonight," Harvey said. "I'm not
gonna pay overtime rates. You can light the stove for heat
and use the old outhouse out back."
"You idiot!" When Val raised the mop, Gavin was on her
fast, wresting the thing from her grip and grabbing her
around the middle.
Like the coward he was, Harvey Joe dashed out the door,
letting go a few foul words aimed at the woman in Gavin's
arms.
"Let me go!" Val shouted, and it took all Gavin's power to
keep her from wriggling out of his grasp. For such a
little thing, the lady was pretty strong. And she smelled
good, too. She was certainly doing some potent things to
him with her bottom pressed against his fly. The tighter
he held her, the more she struggled against him and the
more he weakened. He had an atomic blonde in his arms bent
on destroying his dignity, but she didn't even realize it.
Yet.
He brought his mouth to her ear and said, "Val, if you
don't be still, I'm going to charge you with torturing a
peace officer."
She stopped struggling and looked back at him. "Torturing
you?"
"Yeah. If you think that's my gun at your backside, you're
wrong. I'm wearing a shoulder holster."
Both awareness and a deep blush passed over her pretty
face. "Maybe you should let me go then."
On one hand, that was a wise idea. On the other, he didn't
exactly mind her brand of torture. But this was business,
and that meant defusing the situation immediately. "Are
you going to take off and go after Harvey Joe?"
She sighed. "No."
Gavin loosened his hold on her, then took her by the
shoulders and turned her around to face him. "Okay, let's
talk about your options."
"What options?"
He took a quick look around and he didn't like what he
saw. The place was disgusting, from the tattered furniture
to the dingy tile floor. It didn't smell much better than
the pigsty outside.
"This house isn't fit for decent living, so it would be
best if you find somewhere else to stay."
"I can't afford a hotel — or at least any I care to stay
at." That gave Gavin an idea. A good idea. He'd had a
thing for Valerie Raines for months now, and she'd
responded to his overtures with a few sassy jabs with her
straight-razor tongue, unfortunately only in the
figurative sense. If he had her in his house, had her
undivided attention, even if only temporarily, then maybe
he could convince her that he wasn't just looking for a
good time. Truth was, he liked her. A lot. "You can stay
with me for the night...or as long as you need."
Her eyes went wide. Deep blue eyes that had gotten Gavin's
attention on more than one occasion at the diner. "Are you
insane?"
Not yet, but he was getting there fast. "I have a guest
room. A couple, in fact."
She shook her head and folded her arms beneath her
breasts. "I can always sleep in the city park, thank you
very much."
"Okay. Suit yourself."
She eyed the handcuffs he withdrew from his jacket pocket.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to give you another option — the county jail."
Her gaze snapped from the cuffs to his face, and he saw a
flash of fear in her eyes. "You're going to arrest me?"
"Yep, unless you get this fool notion out of your head
that you'd be better off on the streets. We've got a
killer on the loose and you could be his next victim. The
only way I know you'll be safe is with me or in a cell.
Take your pick."
He saw several emotions cross her face, starting with fury
then finally resignation. "All right. I'll go home with
you." She pointed at him. "But only for tonight."
Gavin couldn't deny the sense of satisfaction. "Now that
we've settled your arrangements," he told her, "go pack a
bag."
She tugged at her shirt and started down the narrow
hallway. "Fine. I'll be back in a minute."
"I'll go with you."
He took all of two steps before she spun around. "That's
not necessary."
"Yeah, it is. I don't want you going out a window."
She gave him a serious scowl. "Does this mean I'm your
prisoner, Sheriff?"
"No, but I am responsible for you tonight,Val, so get used
to it." That earned him a sour look. "For the hundredth
time, it's Valerie. And I'm responsible for myself."
She was definitely going to be trouble. "Let me rephrase
that. Tonight I'm responsible for your safety. But again,
the jail's an option if you'd rather go that route."
Her shoulders slumped from surrender. "Okay. Message
received."
Val started back down the hallway and turned right into a
bedroom, Gavin close on her heels. He stopped at the door
and leaned a shoulder against the facing to watch her
retrieve a bag from under the rickety bed and a few
clothes from the dresser. When she came to the drawer
housing her underclothes, she shot him a dirty look, but
that didn't cause him to avert his gaze, although he
probably should have. Viewing her underwear wasn't
necessarily a good idea, especially when she
systematically held each pair up for inspection before
placing it in the bag. No doubt about it, she was taunting
him, and his body was taking the bait. He shifted against
the subtle stirring where her bottom had been only moments
before, cautioning himself to behave.
Valerie closed the drawer, then took a small wooden chest
from the top of the dresser, cuddling it close to her
breasts, as though she was afraid that it might grow legs
and run away. "Special keepsakes?" he asked.
She laid the chest on top of the clothes and zipped the
bag. "Yes. If I leave it, Harvey might take it upon
himself to pawn what little jewelry I have left."
Gavin couldn't argue with that. "Are you ready now?"
"Almost." After she slipped the bag and her purse strap
over her shoulder, she walked to the closet and retrieved
the pink polyester uniform dresses she always wore at
work. On most women, they wouldn't be considered
flattering — old-fashioned, like the Royal Diner. But as
far as Gavin was concerned, Val looked good in them. Hell,
she'd look good in a burlap sack. She'd look even better
in nothing at all.
She turned and announced, "Okay, now I'm ready."
Unfortunately so was Gavin. A little too ready to be
considered a gentleman. He pushed off the doorjamb and
gestured toward the hall. "After you."
She breezed past him in a rush and it was all he could do
to keep up with her without sprinting. At the front door
she told him, "I put my car in the shop today, which means
you'll have to drive us."
He'd planned to do that anyway. Her mechanical problems
had fortunately saved him from another argument. "How did
you plan to get to work tomorrow?"
"Sue volunteered to drop me off, and since that's no
longer an option, looks like you'll have that
responsibility, too."
He winked. "Not a problem at all. I like to eat breakfast
at the diner anyway."
He opened the screen and she stormed out before he could
even get the door closed behind him. She was strong and
she was fast and she was definitely piquing Gavin's
curiosity, among other things.
For the past six months she'd remained a mystery to most
of the town, including Gavin. But he liked mysteries and
he wanted to solve this one named Valerie Raines. After
all, that's what he did. And he did it well.