emblem on the sleeve. On the pocket over his heart was a shiny round badge with a star in the center.
Gabrielle had thought he looked tough yesterday. Today, he was formidable.
“Hello, Wyatt,” Maggie greeted him.
Not bothering to remove his black Stetson, he nodded at the woman, then planted a direct stare on Gabrielle. “I see you’re dressed. Are you leaving the hospital?”
Her heart pounding madly, she nodded at him.
Maggie spoke up, “Gabrielle has been released by the doctor, so I’m taking her out to the ranch.”
“Is that what you want to do?” he asked Gabrielle.
She opened her mouth to speak, but once again Maggie beat her to it. “She wanted me to take her to a shelter. But I wouldn’t hear of it.”
The sheriff’s eyes narrowed on Gabrielle’s newfound friend. “Does the rest of your family know of your intentions to take Gabrielle out to the Double Crown?”
He made it sound as though she were a leper who should be banished to a dark cave somewhere, Gabrielle thought.
Maggie frowned at him. “We discussed it last night. Ryan and Dallas insist on it. They think it’s the least we can do to help Gabrielle. And so do I.”
“I see,” he said.
Did he? Gabrielle wondered, then choked back a sigh as he glanced at her, then back to Maggie.
“I want to talk with you alone for minute,” he told Maggie.
She excused herself, and Wyatt ushered her out of the room.
Gabrielle remained on the bed, staring at the door he’d carefully closed behind him. She had no idea what, if anything, he’d discovered in her car. But two things were becoming very clear to her: he still mistrusted her, and he did not want her going to the Double Crown Ranch.
But why? she asked herself. What was going on out there that could possibly involve her?
Neither Wyatt nor Maggie appeared too happy when they returned to the room, and Gabrielle felt even worse than she had before the Fortune woman had shown up to help her.
“Look, Maggie, I don’t want to cause any problems for you. I’m sure Sheriff Grayhawk agrees that I should stay at a shelter and—”
“Don’t worry about Wyatt,” she said to Gabrielle. “He understands the situation. In fact, he’s going to drive you out to the ranch himself while I go do some shopping. So I’ll see you in a little while.”
Maggie quickly left the room, and Gabrielle’s eyes flew to the sheriff’s face. His dark, chiseled features were stoic, giving her no clue as to what was going on behind his intense eyes.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She slipped from the bed, but was instantly swamped with dizziness. Her hand instinctively shot out for something to steady her and landed smack in the middle of Wyatt’s chest. She jerked back as if she’d touched fire.
Wyatt instantly grabbed her by the shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you going to faint?” he asked roughly.
She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for the spinning in her head to stop. It would be bad enough to faint. But to helplessly wilt in front of this man would be totally humiliating. “No. I’m a little dizzy. Just give me a moment.”
“This is a hell of a way to be leaving the hospital,” he muttered. “You can’t even walk down the hallway. Who is the idiot doctor that signed your release papers? I’m going to go find him—”
“I’m all right!” Her eyes flew open and she straightened away from him with a weak jerk. “There’s no need for you to get so angry.”
Her words brought him up short. He wasn’t angry, but he supposed he probably appeared that way to her. Well, that was okay with him. It wouldn’t do to let her think he was actually concerned about her. She needed to know he was a hard man, who wouldn’t blink an eye about cuffing her hands behind her back—if she turned out to be a criminal.
Three
“Stay here. I’ll get a wheelchair,” he ordered.
Moments later Wyatt was back, and Gabrielle had no choice but to allow him to push her to the elevator, then out to the sidewalk to his waiting truck.
As they traveled away from the hospital, Gabrielle focused her attention on the passing buildings and streets, hoping something might spark her memory. But after several blocks whizzed by, her spirits sank to her feet. Nothing about the city looked familiar.
As though he were reading her thoughts, he asked, “Recognize anything?”
“No. But I have a feeling I don’t recognize this place because I’m not from around here.”
His expression remained unmoved as he negotiated the pickup truck through heavy traffic. “I could have told you that yesterday.”
She thrust a heavy wave of hair back from her face before fixing him with a stare. “How?”
“You hardly sound Texan. Californian, I’d wager. You have that West Coast look about you, too. Tanned skin, sun-streaked hair.”
“I’m sure there are tanned women with streaked hair around here,” she pointed out.
“Yeah. But you’re different. And I think you know it.”
She was different because she had amnesia! she wanted to yell at him. Instead, she asked, “What did you find in my car?”
The pickup was a four-wheel-drive vehicle with a shift stick in the floor. She watched the corded muscle in his arm work as he shoved the stick into a lower gear. She instinctively knew he was a strong man. She could still feel the grip of his fingers on her shoulder when he’d steadied her in the hospital room.
“It’s in that sack beside you. That was all I could find. I’d say the only reason it didn’t burn was because it was sheltered by the metal glove compartment. Also I managed to find the VIN number on your car,” he said. “It’s being run through a computer.”
“What will that tell you?”
“Where the vehicle came from. Who owned it.”
A pent-up breath whooshed out of her. “Then you might find out who I am.”
His lips twisted as he glanced at her. “You said you’re Gabrielle Carter. Is that not true?”
He saw her fingers grip the paper, saw her gaze at the clump on her lap as though it was the only thing she possessed in her life. And maybe it was, he thought. The notion bothered Wyatt. Way too much.
“I am Gabrielle Carter,” she said resolutely. “But who is she?”
He motioned toward the sack. “Maybe that will give you your answer.”
Slowly, she unrolled the top of the brown paper bag and peeked inside. “A book?”
“More than just a book.”
Gabrielle carefully lifted the article out of the sack. The leather cover was charred around the edges and streaked with smoke, but the words on the front were still visible: Holy Bible. What had she been doing traveling with a Bible? she wondered. Was she a religious zealot? She didn’t feel like one. Then again, she was obviously spiritual. Several times in the past two days she had found herself silently praying. Perhaps the book was a family heirloom that she hadn’t wanted to part with.
Trying to ignore Wyatt’s watchful eye, she quickly opened to the front pages of the book where a family tree would normally be registered. Her heart sank when she saw the entry lines were empty.
She rubbed her fingers back and forth across her forehead. “What do you think I was doing with a Bible?”
“Who