road.
But she couldn’t serve as judge and jury. She couldn’t take a life or refuse to give her best to save someone in danger—God would know, even if no one else did. She grabbed the weapon he’d tried to kill her with and set it aside.
Regardless of the fear that tried to strangle her, Sierra reached for him. “The plane is going to fall. Take my hand or you’re going to die.”
He coughed up more blood. “I’m as good as dead anyway.”
Then his face went still. His eyes blank.
He was gone, and she knew it. He’d known he was going to die and he cared only about attacking her with his gun and his intimidating threats.
Samson barked. The plane shifted. Sierra reached for the man she knew to already be dead, but it was no use. She couldn’t free him. The plane moved and she realized she had only seconds to escape.
She backed out of the open doorway and ducked just before the remaining broken edges of the wing could hit her. Still, metal scraped her body, eliciting a cry of pain, and snagging her coat. If she didn’t get free, the plane would try to take her over the ledge too, causing serious injury when the wire rope wouldn’t release her.
“I got you!” The sheriff appeared and slashed the arm of her coat away from her body and gripped her arms. “I got you,” he said again, breathless.
She slumped to the ground, the adrenaline whooshing out of her body.
Samson licked her and whined, warming her frozen cheeks, and comforting the icy cold fear that had stabbed through her.
Damien Novack had been here. And he hadn’t been alone.
She let her gaze follow the tracks and, in the distance, along the tree line, she noticed that a man stood watching. Damien’s brother, Raul—
He’s coming for you…
Bryce Elliott checked into his hotel across the street from the Crescent Springs Toy Store—the reason Sierra had given for returning to her hometown. Her father had been struggling to keep up with the store, and needed her help. Bryce had suspected health issues were involved too but Sierra hadn’t said.
That wasn’t the only thing she hadn’t said. Bryce believed that her father was only part of the reason she’d given up her detective job with the Boulder police department. He suspected that Sierra had never gotten over the night Raul attacked her, even though she had been given the go ahead to return to work.
But no one else knew her as well as Bryce. She’d needed to escape Boulder, and maybe even escape Bryce. The place and the people served as reminders to her of what had happened. He was glad she had found a way to move on. Before she’d made that physical move from Boulder to Crescent Springs, though, she’d made an emotional move when she pushed him away. They’d been close and had been growing closer every day. He’d taken a risk with her, putting his heart on the line for the first time since being utterly rejected by Rebecca, a woman he thought he loved a couple of years before he met Sierra. But with Sierra, he’d been ready to try again. Then Raul and the night of violence happened. After that, everything between Bryce and Sierra had changed. He had sensed her slipping away from him, and had experienced the pain of rejection all over again.
He cared about her and was here for her, but that didn’t mean he would let himself fall for her. Definitely not. None of what had happened between them should matter now.
What did matter now was that she was in danger, and Bryce wouldn’t let her go through that alone.
He sucked up his nerve and crossed the recently plowed street in the throes of an ice festival, presumably the biggest event of the year for the small out-of-the-way town in southwest Colorado. Other than ice climbers, most people opted to visit Telluride and Purgatory in Durango to ski. Crescent Springs offered an ice park to celebrate the ice climbing sport—beginners and professionals from around the world came to the small town to climb the frozen waterfalls of the gorge.
Moisture surged on his palms as he drew near the toy store he’d seen only on the website before this moment. Bryce drew in a deep breath and pushed open the door. How would she react when she saw him? That question had kept him company as he traveled here from Boulder.
The smells of plastic and cinnamon and peppermint wafted over him. He had no idea if he would actually find Sierra here, amongst the toys, but it was a start. Aisles of toys blocked his view, but as he browsed, he noted the store was relatively crowded. An older man’s voice offering customer assistance drew his attention to the cash register and counter at the back of the store. A young woman he didn’t recognize stood next to the older man he assumed was Sierra’s father. She took payment from the customer and bagged toys.
“Can I help you?”
The voice. That voice. Turning to Sierra, he grinned. In a flash he took in her bright blue irises, her lithe and petite form, and the perfect lips that often turned up in an amazing smile, but which now morphed into a huge O.
She gasped. “Bryce, what…what in the world are you doing here?”
“Ah. You’re glad to see me.” He instantly regretted his slightly sarcastic tone. “It’s good to see you too.”
A frown emerged on her face and seemed to war with a tenuous grin.
“Well of course. I mean…of course I’m glad to see you. Why wouldn’t I be glad to see you?” She reached forward and hugged him. This was the Sierra he loved—well, loved to see. She was wonderful. Except he sensed her wariness.
When she released him and stepped back, he saw the fear flashing in her eyes. Her face shifted as though she was searching for the right response, though he saw a spark of amusement when she noted the section of the store he’d stopped in. “Any particular type of baby doll you’re looking for? I’m guessing this is for a niece? Or do you have…um…a daughter?” Sierra handed him a doll.
Like a fool he took it automatically.
“No. I don’t have a daughter.” It had been only a year since Sierra had left Boulder, and they hadn’t kept in touch. “I’m not married and don’t suddenly have a young daughter.” He put the doll back on the shelf. “Nor do I have a niece.”
He jammed his hand into his pockets, wishing he could go ahead and shrug out of his coat. It had kept him warm outside, but in here he was downright hot.
Sierra turned and walked away, still lacking the usual bounce in her step that he hadn’t seen since she’d been attacked in Boulder.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here,” she called over her shoulder. Then she stopped at the counter. “Are you here for the ice climbing festival? I didn’t know you were a fan. You might have said something back when I was in Boulder—we could have visited my hometown together.” Sure they could have visited her hometown together while they were still “together.” A pain flitted across her features. Had she forgotten that in Boulder, after Raul’s attack, she’d distanced herself from him? No. And that made his appearance all the more awkward.
He stared too long, struggling to find the words. “I came to check on you.”
A deep bark resounded from somewhere inside the building and rattled through him. “And Samson. I…missed him.” And you, Sierra.
I’m worried about you. But he kept that to himself for now.
She eyed him, then walked around behind the counter. The man he’d seen earlier stepped from the back room. “Dad, this is Bryce Elliot. I used to work with him in Boulder. Bryce, this is my dad.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Young.”
“Call me John. It’s nice to meet you too. My daughter told me about you. You had her back when she was there in the city. Thanks for taking