You cant. Where would I get my blueberry muffins?
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as he grinned at her. Theyd never been close, barely knew each other growing up, but lately shed drawn close to her brothers. She wanted to have relationships with them, and since Demis disappearance, Quinn realized how precarious and unpredictable life could become.
Her thoughts went to the mysterious envelope in her kitchen. Have you heard anything more from Demi?
Shane coughed on his bite of muffin. He swigged more water, avoided her gaze. Why would I?
Leveling with him might be best. Im really worried about her. Shes all by herself, with a baby...and since shes on the run, she could be staying in places that arent safe.
Im sure shes fine. He ate the last of the muffin and wiped his mouth with the linen napkin shed given him.
Quinn wished shed been closer with her younger sister. Maybe then Demi would have contacted her, asked for help. And now that she and West were engaged, she wanted to tell someone. Anyone. A sister, who could keep a secret, a sister who would laugh and roll her eyes as Quinn went into poetic professions of how she adored West, what a wonderful, generous man he was, what a cute butt he had...
Speaking of the devil. Wests familiar pickup pulled up on Main Street, parked. He got out, let out Rex and then locked the door.
Shane sniffed. Quinn didnt care for the sound. It indicated her brother didnt have a high opinion of the new guy in town.
The new guy who happened to be secretly engaged. To me.
Nice dog, she murmured.
I like dogs. Shanes voice remained level. Better than cops and better than FBI agents.
West did a fine job of ignoring them both sitting across the street and staring at him.
What do you think of him? I mean, hes an FBI agent, but he seems okay. She tried to keep the question casual, but couldnt help peeking at West as he stopped to enter the small boutique where she knew he liked to buy Rex treats.
Shane shrugged. I try not to think. Hes FBI, and feds arent any better than cops.
Our brother, she began.
Wasnt talking about family. Shanes too-observant gaze sharpened. You certainly seem interested in Agent Brand.
Uh-oh. Quinn gave a little laugh. Its a small town. New people are always fascinating. And these days, I cant afford to alienate potential customers.
He doesnt seem like the organic type.
Oh, I dont know. He sure did like that farm-raised honey he put on me two nights ago when we...
You okay? Youre blushing. Shane finished his water.
Quickly she fanned herself. Fine. Just hot.
Itll rain soon. Cool things off.
I hope it doesnt destroy the crime scene and the evidence.
Her brother cocked his head. Now youre sounding like a cop. What gives?
Quinn busied herself with cleaning the table. Wests lingo had filtered into her life. Soon shed be talking in acronyms like he did. She needed to be more careful.
Just a concerned citizen who wants things to return to normal, so I can stay in the town I love.
Shane sighed. Dont go making any hasty decisions yet. You need money?
Deeply touched, she shook her head. The Larsons gave me an extension.
Now her brother looked mighty angry. Those rip-off artists are cons, Quinn. Dont trust them. Extension today on the rent, double the price tomorrow.
Im fine. She waved him off. Go investigate someone else.
To her surprise, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Thanks. See you.
Inside the kitchen, she looked at the clean counter, the neatly stacked bowls. A kitchen shouldnt be this tidy. It meant no business. The lunch for the RRPD would help with the smaller bills. But the rent still remained the huge question mark.
Ill think about that later.
She picked up the envelope shed received in the mail today and held it to the light. Nothing. Shook it. No telltale sound of something floating. She wished shed remembered to show it to Shane. Shed have West check it out tonight.
The back door opened and Austin walked through.
Where have you been? she demanded. I had to set up everything myself at the crime scene for the cops.
I went fishing for business. Great news. I found us a gig for tonight. Yoga studio is hosting an open house and they need gluten-free hors doeuvres and fruit smoothies for two hundred potential clients. We need to be in Sullivan Falls by nine tonight.
Delight turned into dismay. Thats forty miles away!
And they promised cash on delivery. So lets hustle. He pushed his glasses up his thin nose. Plus some free lessons. You could use a little flexibility to loosen up.
Quinn set down the envelope for later, along with the pile of bills. They had work to do, and money was tight.
* * *
It had been a hell of a day and he was exhausted.
Shortly after midnight, West parked his truck in the usual spot, the parking garage one street over from Main, and ducked down a back alley leading to Quinns shop. He went through the service entrance, skirting the green Dumpster. Rex, who normally stopped to sniff around the garbage, loped eagerly alongside him and darted inside as he opened the door with his key.
Yeah, youre as beat as I am, West murmured to his dog, bending down and scratching behind his ears after he locked the door. How about some treats?
Part of Rexs training involved food. Rex never ate from a bowl because each time he found explosives while training, West fed him. But he also gave him treats after a long day.
Upstairs, he found the dog biscuits Quinn had hidden in her pantry just for Rex. Leaving Rex to happily munch, he headed into the bedroom.
Sitting at her antique dressing table, Quinn brushed her curls. West felt a tug inside as he watched. He adored the way her mouth softened as she gazed into the mirror, and how it sparked when she caught sight of him.
As if he were the only one in her world who could light her up inside.
Leaning against the doorjamb, he watched her, all the days tension sliding off him. You didnt have to wait up for me, sweetheart.
Are you hungry?
Grabbed a sandwich in town.
Her gaze twinkled. I like waiting up for you. I like watching you, too. Saw you on Main when I was sitting outside with my brother.
You were eyeballing my very fine ass, he teased.
The ensuing blush assured him she did the very thing. Its quite nice to watch. Long day?
The worst. But its better now that Im here with you. His voice went husky. You make all my troubles go away.
Except the biggest trouble, and that was finding Demi Colton. Finding the truth about her. Todays explosion deeply worried him, and not simply because hed ignored the warning sign this morning.
Explosions like that from TATP bombs indicated professionals. Someone intended to do much, much worse. And there was no way to predict where, and when. If Demi Colton did have a hand in it, he needed to know ASAP if Quinn and her brothers were hiding intel on their runaway sister.
Can you believe Devlin Harrington is offering a hundred thousand to capture my sister? she asked.
Can you believe Devlin Harrington is offering a hundred thousand to capture my sister? she asked.
Careful now. West considered. He seems all about the money. Whats he really like?
Rich. Powerful. Very nice when you meet him. He started dating my cousin Gemma a few months ago. Thats what the gossips say. Quinn sighed. Im not close to Gemma. Unlike me, shes from the right side of the tracks.
And you think youre from the wrong side? I dont think so.
Quinn gave him a wry smile. Being the daughter of Rusty Colton carries a certain stigma in this town, West. Especially with the rich branches of the Colton family like Gemmas.
Maybe, but not from what Ive seen. People respect you for who you are, honey. And your excellent cooking, even if you make tofu, he teased back.
He strode behind her and gently took the brush from her hands. West began to brush her hair as she smiled at him in the mirror.
West scanned the items on the tables polished surface, fishing for an opening to bring up her sister.
Did Demi ever brush your hair when you were kids?
Ever so slightly, she stiffened. We didnt live together. And my mom and hers didnt exactly get along.
He kept brushing, while racking his brain for a way to bring up her sister again. But for now, it felt wonderful to be with her, to ease the pressure of the job with the simple enjoyment of Quinns company.
West wished the job and his personal life didnt have to collide.
Her eyes closed and she made a sound of pure pleasure. That feels so good. Youre a good man with your hands, West Brand.
A faint memory tugged at him. Once the grief had been a sharp blade, but now it had eased into a painful ache. My sisters used to beg me to brush their hair at night. It was one of my chores. Id sit down with them, listen to their day, brush their hair and then our parents would tuck them into bed.
Quinns eyes met his in the mirror. You dont talk much about your family, honey. All I know is that they were killed in an accident. I dont want to pressure you, but Id like to know more about your childhood.
Ill tell you. Some day. A vague promise. He would. It was still too raw, even after all these years, because the sting of guilt was a constant barb, waiting to rip open old wounds once more.
But hed give her an opening, because maybe in talking about his sisters, she would open up about Demi. And the sooner they found Demi and the Groom Killer, the sooner he could really open up to Quinn.
We used to go camping in the Black Hills. Dad didnt have much of a chance to take us, because he was always working, but when he did, it was wonderful. Sometimes wed stay at cabins in the canyon instead of tent camping, when Mom decided camping was a little too rustic and she needed a real vacation from roughing it. She wanted us to experience nature and the great outdoors, but working plumbing was a terrific invention.
Quinn smiled softly. Your mother sounds like she was a special lady.
The ache in his chest flowered, hit like a hammer. West took a deep breath. Focus on the job and Quinn. Did you ever go camping with your family?
There was a cabin I rented in Spearfish Canyon last year when I needed to get away from work. Quinn frowned, as if trying to remember. Lovely place. It was called Pine Paradise. It was the most peaceful, serene spot Id ever visited.
She turned her head and he stopped brushing. You know that feeling, where youre outside in nature, the birds chirping, the wind blowing through the trees and you feel like youre the only soul in the world?
Yes, he said quietly. I know it.
Places like that kept him sane when the job grew too intense and the evil hed witnessed threatened to erode his soul.
It was a good place to get away from the pressures of the city. I invited Demi to stay with me. I was trying to get to know her better. She always loved the outdoors and I thought it was a good place to bond with her.
Do you think she would ever return there? Did she enjoy it?
I have no clue, she muttered. She didnt stay long.
Thats too bad.
Quinn sighed. She was in a hurry to leave, as usual. Loaned me her leather motorcycle jacket. Its still in the closet. I keep meaning to return it, but hoped she would stop by. That was long before everything went down with the Groom Killer.
He stopped brushing her hair, took a curl between his fingers and pulled it down slightly. West watched it uncoil and spring back up. Then he went into her closet, sorted through the clothing and found the jacket. Leather motorcycle jacket, with a broken zipper. He whistled.
Nice. West replaced it in the closet, returned to her. I have a much better way of keeping you warm. You and me at Pine Paradise. A few days hiking, trout fishing.
Quinn smiled, her earlier displeasure gone. Fishing? And Id cook the fish.
All organic, he teased.
She caught his right hand, kissed his palm, her mouth moving over the old scar tissue. Quinn rubbed her cheek against it. You never did tell me about how you got this. Was it on a field assignment?
It was a long time ago. Ill tell you, someday.
West thought about her sister. Relationships that failed, bonds never formed. At least hed shared that with his sisters, much as he missed them.
Memories helped ease the grief on days when it hurt.
I always longed for a brother. Do guy stuff with, like camping, football, basketball, but my sisters were...special to me. I never regretted any of the time I spent with them. They could be pests, like little sisters are, but they were great kids.
He paused in brushing her hair, the acid creeping up his throat. His sisters deserved a chance to live, a chance to have boyfriends, share a first kiss, marriage, babies. They never had it.
I love children. Her gaze met his in the mirror. I want a family, West.
Damn. Lets not go there tonight. Wests circle was tight and small. He thought of it as he thought of investigating crime scenes. Work it from the perimeter out. On the outer fringes were coworkers and casual acquaintances. On the inside were those close to him.
There werent many of those relationships. He kept it that way.
Once, it had been expanded to include his family, a flock of friends and relatives. After the bomb, he shut down most of those relationships.
Kids meant having innocent, fragile babies who couldnt defend themselves. What if he failed to keep them safe, the way his own father had failed his daughters?
Including Quinn in his circle? Yeah. Kids? No.
I dont want children. There. He stated it. Would this provoke a fight? But Quinn only looked away, her mouth tight.
Its late. Lets discuss this later, he told her. As in ten years. Or twenty.
I would have loved having a little sister when I grew up. I always wanted to have a close relationship with Demi. Quinn sighed.
Okay, lets try for subtle. He placed the brush on the table.
When you last saw your sister, did she have a gold compact? Heart-shaped?
Yeah, subtle, alight, Brand. Subtle as a locomotive.
Quinn picked up the brush hed set down and began to toy with it. Funny you should mention it. A few years ago, when I met her for lunch, I brought her a gift like that. I saw them in a store in Sioux Falls and bought two.