by these days.”
“You two are…estranged?” Dr. Landry asked.
“Yeah, that’s a good word for it,” Rico bit out.
Gina almost laughed. She was betting Rico could put a lot more labels on their relationship. Like “dumb idea”. “Stupid mistake”. And for him she was probably “good riddance”. He’d no doubt put her, their whirlwind courtship and equally whirlwind marriage behind him. She had, too. For the most part, anyway. But seeing him again brought all those memories of happiness and love bubbling to the surface.
Oh, mercy.
Why did he have to be the lawman of this town? And why was she feeling more than pain searing through her head?
Because she was stupid, that’s why.
She shouldn’t be feeling anything for Rico, especially this trickle of heat that went from her aching head all the way to her toes. Rico had always had her hormonal number, and her hormones obviously hadn’t gotten the memo about him being off limits.
The doctor turned toward Gina again. No gloom and doom expression for her. She had a soft, tentative smile, like someone trying to soothe a sick child. “Gina Geary? Do you remember your name now? And do you remember Rico?”
Gina would have to lie, of course, but she didn’t get a chance to do even that. Rico came closer, his snakeskin cowboy boots thudding on the cold, gray tiles. He stared down at her.
Nope, that was a glare.
Except his glare did soften a bit when his eyes landed on her bandaged head. Judging from the way he studied it, she had to look darn bad to get that softened look.
Rico mumbled some profanity, looked away. “I need to know everything you saw at the Slaughter Creek bridge. Who were the people that were killed, and who murdered them?”
“Remember that part about going easy on her,” Dr. Landry warned him, adding a scolding glance.
A glance and a warning that Rico ignored. He leaned in closer. Until he was right in Gina’s face. So close that she caught his scent, and she silently cursed that trickle of heat that got a little hotter.
Really? She had to deal with this heat along with her life hanging by a thread?
“Well?” Rico snarled. “Who murdered them?”
“I’m sorry.” Gina didn’t have to fake the tremble in her voice. It went along with the trembling in her body. “But I can’t help you.”
It was lying time, and she prayed she was good enough to pull it off. She had no other choice.
Because telling Rico the truth would get them both killed.
Rico nailed his attention on Gina. And not just on her expression but on what she’d said.
I’m sorry. But I can’t help you.
The words were right for someone with a head injury and memory loss. The injury was right, too. Around the edges of the bandage he could see a nasty bruise, the kind caused by blunt-force trauma. That definitely was the real deal.
So, if everything was right and real, why was he sure something about her was all wrong?
“You can’t help me, or you won’t?” he demanded.
Gina flinched a little. Then winced. Probably because the movement caused her head to hurt. “Can’t.”
She paused, studied him as if seeing him for the first time. She started with his Stetson and her gaze slid all the way to the rodeo buckle. Then, lower to his zipper area. It stayed there just a split-second before the color rose on her cheeks.
“I don’t remember anything that happened before I woke up in the ambulance,” she added. “Am I really your wife?”
He felt his jaw muscles tighten. “Yeah.” And that’s all he was going to say about that. No point going down that particular memory lane. “Tell me about the two dead people.”
But she didn’t get a chance to answer. There was a sharp knock at the door, and a moment later Marshal Dallas Walker stepped in. The lanky lawman’s gaze swept around the room until it landed on Gina.
“She can’t remember anything,” the doctor jumped in to say. With her palms out, she shooed them back toward the door. “And I don’t want either of you pestering her right now. In addition to that head injury, she’s dealing with an adrenaline crash.”
Rico didn’t doubt the crash, but that wouldn’t stop him from getting answers. In a minute or two, anyway. Rico wanted to hear what Dallas had to say first. The marshal motioned for Rico to step into the hall.
“Her name is Ellie Martin,” Dallas started, but his explanation ground to a quick halt as Rico shook his head.
“Then she lied about that, too.” Rico cursed and shut the door. There were people milling around so he led Dallas up the hall to talk in private. “She’s my estranged wife, and her name is Gina Blake Geary.”
Now it was Dallas’s turn to curse. “Well, whatever her name is, she’s supposed to testify against a real badass, Melvin Bowman. He’s on bail now, awaiting trial.”
Rico recognized the name. The guy was a big-time money launderer. “How the devil did Gina get mixed up with the likes of Bowman?”
“According to the FBI, she was working for Bowman at his investment company in San Antonio. She and two of her coworkers uncovered proof of his dirty dealings, and they went to the FBI. They were put in witness protection with the marshals four days ago.”
He thought of the murder victims and Gina’s head injury. That knot in Rico’s gut tightened even more. “What went wrong? Why’d the protection fail?”
“We’re not sure. Someone tasered the marshal that was guarding them, and all three witnesses disappeared from the safe house where we had them stashed. We didn’t have any idea where they were until the two bodies turned up.” Dallas paused, met Rico’s gaze. “Your estranged wife is now our best shot at finding the killer and getting Bowman convicted.”
Great. Not only was Gina back in his town, she’d brought a killer with her.
“You’ll talk to her?” Dallas asked.
“Yeah. I’ll talk to her.” Though she might not talk back. If Gina truly had amnesia, she wouldn’t even remember him. And if she was faking, then remembering him might cause her to clam up.
Rico made his way back down the hall, stopping outside Gina’s door and to pull in a deep breath. The kind of breath a man took before jumping into the middle of a fight he knew he was going to lose. He threw open the door, his attention zooming right to her bed.
Hell.
There was no sign of Dr. Landry. No sign of Gina, either. The room was empty.
Gina tried not to give in to the dizziness and the pain as she followed the hall to the rear exit. She’d gotten lucky when the doctor left her alone. Luckier still that Rico had been in such deep conversation with the marshal that he hadn’t noticed her leaving. If she was really lucky, he’d keep on not noticing, because she had to get out of here fast.
The killer could come back for her and finish what he’d started.
She hurried, but tried not to draw attention to herself. Hard to do since she was wearing a hospital gown with a blanket wrapped around her like a crusader’s cape.
Each step was an effort. And a triumph. But Gina didn’t cheer when she finally made it to the door and outside. The February wind had a bite