to see if I was involved?” Callie tossed that out just to see how he reacted. It seemed everyone’s first impression was to think she was a part of this.
“You seem pretty calm about such an accusation.”
Callie bit her lip to fight back tears. “I’ve had lots of practice.” She swallowed hard. “It’s everyone’s first reaction. Apparently no one can believe that someone could be completely in the dark about what her boyfriend was up to.”
“But you were.”
“I was.”
“Tell me.”
So finally, she did. Maybe because she desperately wanted him to believe her, she told him each harrowing detail. About how she’d been lonely so she kept dating Rick long after she’d known better. How she’d gone along to gigs with his band, helping out as a backup singer whenever needed. How despite everything, they’d drifted apart because they wanted different things from life. How she’d finally broken up with him—even before she learned about his lies and deceptions.
And then there was that final night. Rick had begged her to sing with them. Said he needed her, and the kids who would benefit from the fund-raiser needed her. She’d always been a soft touch for a child in need and he’d known it.
She recalled how they’d performed a first set, and then the guys had taken a break to go outside for some air.
Callie stopped there. She buried her head in her hands and prayed for the strength to get through this retelling, for the wisdom to find the words that Jackson needed to hear, for the courage to continue her fight for justice.
“I was chatting with one of the families from my school. They’d come into the cantina for dinner. The family had twin girls who’d been in my class several years ago. I sat with them, catching up about everything the girls were doing.
“After a while, it hit me that the guys had been gone a really long time. It was getting awkward to still sit there because the family was ready to leave. So I decided to go find Rick.”
A sob escaped her lips as she got to the next part. “I stopped in the ladies’ room first.” She looked up at him through tear-drenched eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped in there first?”
Jackson reached back across the seat and squeezed her hand. Callie realized he had pulled off the road again and was sitting, facing her, giving her his undivided attention.
“I was almost to the patio door when the first shot sounded. I didn’t realize what it was at first, fireworks or something. I wasn’t expecting gunfire. But when I pulled back the door, I was suddenly face-to-face with a man holding a gun. He turned and waved it at me, then blasted it off at Rick.” She twisted the scarf in her hands, wringing it, wrapping it around her hand, over and over. “He fell at my feet.”
Such simple words. He fell at my feet. They didn’t begin to capture how it felt to watch the life flow out of him, to watch as the recognition in his eyes faded away into a blank stare. Chaos had erupted around her, with federal agents bursting in and capturing the gunmen. That was all a hazy memory. She’d had eyes only for Rick. She’d stood there like petrified wood as his blood pooled around the pointy toes of her favorite boots.
Callie ripped the scarf off her hands and yanked the car door open. She had to get out, get away from the memory. She paced along the deserted highway, only vaguely aware of Jackson trailing behind her.
“Callie.”
She turned around. His arms were open, and she fell into them. He wrapped his coat around her and held her close while she cried.
When the sobs finally lessened, she lifted her head. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you the story tonight. This happens every time. They keep telling me it will get better with time, but it never does.”
Jackson awoke to a sound at the door.
He bolted from the bed and grabbed his gun. The sound came again, a soft knock, and he relaxed, realizing it was coming from the connecting door.
After he’d gotten Callie back in the car early this morning, they’d driven another hour before stopping for food and then finally settling into adjoining hotel rooms.
He’d lain awake long hours, replaying the scene she’d described, trying to see through the emotion to the truth. Had it happened as she said, or was she a stellar actress?
The taste of doubt was bitter on his tongue, but Jackson knew the price of false belief was much worse. He wanted to believe her, but if he was going to keep her safe, he had to be completely sure he understood every angle, every dynamic.
He’d finally dozed into a fitful sleep, but based on the slant of sunlight coming through the window, it hadn’t been for very long. He shrugged into his shirt before opening the door.
“What’s up, Callie?”
“Hope I didn’t wake you.”
Her distrust from yesterday appeared to have given way to a reluctant acceptance and friendliness. He supposed he could go along with that. If they were going to spend a week in close quarters, they might as well be friendly.
He yawned. “I wasn’t really sleeping well anyway.”
“Yeah, that was quite the bedtime story I told you.”
Jackson laughed, but the look they shared said they both knew it had kept him awake. “Let’s not talk about that now.” He could offer her that much anyway. “I’ll grab a shower and then we can go get some lunch, okay?”
“Can we walk through the Christmas Fair?”
“The what?”
“While you were sleeping, I read the local paper. Today is their Christmas Fair. It started with a parade earlier this morning, but there are activities all day—caroling, ornament making.” Her head dipped in resignation. “I know we can’t really do any of those things. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it after what happened yesterday.”
She was right. They’d come a long distance with no sign of a tail, but that didn’t make it playtime.
“I feel like I’ve been either sleeping or running for the past twenty-four hours. The past three months really. It would be so nice to do something normal.”
The shadows under her eyes reminded him of how hard this had been on her. Not as hard as being dead, though.
They’d run in so many circles and switched transportation so many times, it should have been impossible for anyone to have followed them. Jackson wasn’t taking any chances on should haves. Still, her sad eyes tugged at him.
He was known for being overly cautious, but maybe there was no real cause for concern since they’d gotten cleanly away.
“Let me check in with the office. If there’s no indication anyone followed us, then we’ll see. We have to eat.”
“Really?” Callie beamed at him and something inside him lifted. “I know you don’t like it, but...I just really need something normal today, you know?”
He didn’t know. Not really. There wasn’t much about his life that was normal—ever—but he did understand her need. Her life had just been turned on its head a second time. Normalcy was necessary, even if it was an illusion.
Jackson grabbed some fresh clothes and headed into the shower. He needed some time alone to rebuild the professional wall he’d breached when he’d held her in his arms last night. The embrace had been natural, an offer of solace to a fellow human in need. He hadn’t expected to be the one feeling comforted.
An hour later, with the car packed