Scene of the Crime Deadman's Bluff - By Carla Cassidy Page 0,77
going.
He’d also blamed Brody when Will had disappeared, destroying his relationship with his son. She wondered if they’d made up before his father had died.
If not, she knew that Brody carried that sting with him.
Maybe it was the reason he’d started the BBL.
She’d also followed the story featuring him as one of the wealthiest ranchers in Texas now. He’d worked his way up on other ranches, made some good investments, and accumulated a fortune.
But instead of letting that wealth go to his head, he’d devoted a huge portion of it to this ranch. He’d also become a role model for troubled boys, which impressed her even more.
She watched several quarter horses running freely in the pasture and smiled. The sight of the animals reminded her of her own dreams when she was young.
She’d wanted to be a vet. Had imagined her and Brody marrying and having a small spread and children. And of course, she would take care of the animals.
A deep throbbing took root in her chest and wouldn’t let go. Those had been a teenager’s foolish fantasies.
Again, she glanced at the horses with their beautiful manes dancing in the wind.
Anything to distract her from the task ahead.
And from the idea of seeing Brody again.
God, she had loved him so much.
And he had loved her.
They’d made love and whispered promises to each other in the dark, promises of marriage and family and babies.
Then Will had gone missing and Brody’s love for her had turned to hatred.
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, she tried to ignore the pain that memory triggered. She had survived and become a seasoned agent because of it.
Today was about doing her job.
Still, as the big farmhouse came into view with its sweeping trees and the sunset casting golden hues over the land, her heart fluttered crazily.
Brody and some fellow ranchers donated time and money to the project, funding camps, riding lessons and counseling.
There was no doubt in her mind that losing Will had inspired Brody to start the BBL. After all, he’d suffered some hard knocks growing up, but he’d had a tender side, as well, especially for those less fortunate than him.
God knows he’d saved her from the wrath of her uncle a few times.
Shrugging off those memories, as well, she spotted the remnants of the wedding celebration to the right side of the farmhouse. Once long ago when she’d been an innocent girl, she’d fantasized about her own wedding.
But not anymore.
Will’s disappearance and the horrific things she’d seen on the job had killed those fantasies.
She struggled to catch her breath. And now she had to destroy Brody’s hope that Will would come home safe and happy.
At least he was alive, though. That had to mean something.
She parked, her gaze straying to the front porch of the house and her chest squeezed as she spotted Brody sitting in that porch swing. Seven years had only made him more handsome.
The young boy had become a man, all filled out and muscular. His dark hair was a little longer, nearly brushing his collar, his jawbones just as prominent, his skin a deep bronze from working outside.
He stood as she got out of the car and she swore he’d grown an inch or two in height. She knew every muscle and inch of that skin beneath his chambray shirt, every place that made him moan and sigh with pleasure.
The memory made her yearn to touch him again.
He wore a long duster and a dress shirt indicating he’d been at Mason’s wedding when she’d called. But his somber expression told her he held the weight of the world on those broad shoulders.
Then his gaze pinned her with a look of contempt, and she almost wished she’d let another agent handle this job.
But it was her fault Will had gone missing, and she had vowed to herself that one day she’d find him and bring him back to Brody.
Now she knew Will was alive, she had to keep that promise.
No matter how much it cost her.
ISBN: 9781460310441
Copyright © 2013 by Carla Bracale
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Excerpt
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Excerpt