by Sophie Oak
“What do we do after this?” Jesse asked.
Cade sighed, the sound deep and low in his chest. “I don’t know, man. I guess we come back to Florida and try to start our lives.”
Jesse nodded and gunned the engine. He wasn’t sure where the hell his life was going, but he knew one thing. Wherever the road took him, it was going to go through Bliss.
Cade took off, his bike revving before he hit the road. Jesse did what he’d done for the last ten years. He followed his brother and hoped for the best.
Chapter One
Bliss, Colorado
Six months later
“So let me get this straight, Miss Wells. In the week you’ve been in Bliss, you’ve had and lost two jobs.”
Yep, she was on a roll. “Stella hasn’t actually fired me yet.”
But she would. Oh, there was no doubt in Gemma’s mind that the firing would come. Waitresses weren’t allowed to use Tasers on the patrons of the café. It might not have been on her employment form, but it was one of those universal things. There was also the fact that she’d been forced to leave her shift after the sheriff arrested her. She was sitting in jail in a crapass small town. Her life might have finally hit rock bottom. She’d thought she’d made it there before, but it turned out the sinkhole she was in was so much deeper than she’d imagined.
“She will fire you,” Nathan Wright said. He looked every inch the lawman in a khaki uniform that clung to his well-formed torso. He leaned against the gate of her small prison cell, looking perfectly comfortable conducting the interview with bars between them.
“I suspect so.” And then the guy she’d Tased would sue the hell out of her. He wouldn’t get anything. She could sell her collection of shoes and handbags, but everything else was gone. And he would pry her coffeemaker out of her cold, dead hands. She looked out and the deputy was currently using his overly large paws to go through her Chanel bag.
“So I have a Taser, pepper spray, what looks like a rape whistle, an EpiPen, more pepper spray.” The deputy shook his head as he pulled out a small air horn. “Why?”
She sighed. She didn’t particularly want to answer a ton of questions, but the deputy was almost too hot to resist. Deputy Cameron Briggs looked like he ought to be playing linebacker for a pro team. “I’m allergic to strawberries, hence the emergency dose of epinephrine I carry around in case of random strawberry attacks, and one of the pepper sprays is my backup. The air horn is for bears.”
What could she say? She liked to be prepared for anything.
Deputy Briggs shook his head at his boss. “She’s got just about everything in here except a gun.”
“Keep looking.” They would find it eventually.
Briggs frowned, his hand digging further until he came up with her little .38. “Yep. Here it is.”
The sheriff’s head shook. “All right, then. I guess I should just be happy you didn’t shoot Max.”
“Was he the asshole with the salmonella phobia?” That cowboy had been hot, too, but slightly insane.
“Oh, yes. His name is Max Harper. He’s the man you tried to kill.”
“Don’t be a drama queen, Sheriff. I wasn’t trying to kill him. I was trying to prove a point. He was yelling at Stella. Stella is a nice lady. She shouldn’t have to put up with some jerk harassing her. And that burger was done. It was barely pink.” The Harper fellow had been loud and obnoxious and a bit of a bully. She couldn’t stand that. She’d stood there and listened to him harangue Stella, and she just couldn’t take another minute of it. She’d walked right over to her purse, grabbed her Taser, and knocked the obnoxious hottie out. And then the strangest thing had happened. “You know the whole diner cheered, right?”
The sheriff’s lips curved up in a faint smile. “I can imagine. But that doesn’t make it any less of an assault.”
Fuck. She was in trouble. Again. For the last six months, she’d been utterly adrift. When her mom insisted on moving back to her hometown, Gemma had followed. It wasn’t like she had anything else to do. She couldn’t get on at another firm. Giles and Knoxbury was blackballing her. Hell, they didn’t need to blackball her. Her face had been all over the papers. She’d even made the national morning shows. “Midtown Meltdown.” That was going to be the sum of her career.
What was she going to tell her mom? She was thirty freaking years old, and she was worried about her mom thinking she was a loser. She’d lost two jobs due to her taciturn personality, and now she had the added threat of actual jail time.
“What can I do to make this right?” She was tired of screwing up. If apologizing to the paranoid jerk would keep her out of jail, then she would do it. She didn’t have to mean it. She was a lawyer. She was used to putting on a good show.
She used to be a lawyer. Damn it. Her money was running out. She didn’t want to add to her mother’s burden. Her mother had burdens enough. This was supposed to be a lovely time for her, but Gemma was doing nothing but making life hard. For the first time, she had to wonder if she was here for her mom or herself.
The glint in the sheriff’s eyes put Gemma on high alert. “Well, there might be a way we could work this out. I happen to be very good friends with the Harpers.”
She bet he was. God, were they going to try to con the city slicker? She sat in stony silence, waiting for the shoe to drop.
“When you first came to town, you were given the choice of three jobs. Why did you turn me down?”
Gemma had settled her mother into her cabin and immediately started looking for work. Three places had been hiring: The Trading Post, Stella’s Diner, and the Sheriff’s Department. It had been a hard decision between the first two. She’d utterly ignored the third. “I turned you down because the last two office managers you hired were both involved in bloody killings. And at least three people have died like right here. It doesn’t bode well for assistant number three.”
“She’s got a point, boss. This job is hours of pure boredom broken up by surprisingly frequent multiple murders.” Deputy Briggs winked her way. “And I’ve made sure to kill away from the station house so the office manager doesn’t have to clean up.”
The sheriff gave his deputy a thumbs-up. “See. We would be very respectful. And the first manager was my wife. She killed a son of a bitch who was attempting to kill me. And then Hope’s son of a bitch was her psycho ex-husband. You won’t ever have to save me. So all we have to worry about are psychotic exes. You got one of those?”
“Nope. Just an asshole, but he wouldn’t screw up his suit to kill someone, least of all me.”
“Then you’re in the clear.” He let the keys to the jail cell dangle. “What about it? You take the job, and we’ll call this time served.”
“I used to be a lawyer, you know. This is complete bullshit. I went to Harvard Law.”
The keys disappeared, and Wright winced. “Wow. No one told me that. Maybe I should rethink this. I didn’t realize you were a lawyer.”
“Come on, Nate.” Briggs practically begged. “Ever since Hope quit, nothing’s getting done. Make an exception. It’s obvious she’s insane, but she’s also our only choice. And you have to admit, she can handle some of the rougher parts of the job.”
“Yeah, but can she handle anything else? Fine. Damn it. I hate lawyers.” He opened up the cell, a frown on his face. “You can keep the Taser and pepper spray. You’re going to have to prove to me that piece of crap gun works and you know how to use it. And lose the air horn. It just pisses the bears off. And they make my head hurt.”
She stood up, a little wary. “Just like that? You hire me, and I don’t get hauled in front of a judge?”
He shrugged. “Things work differently here, counselor.”
She looked at the big desk in the center of the room. There was a radio, a mess of electronic equipment, and a sad-looking laptop. “I want a new computer. That thing is ancient.”
Nate frowned. “I didn’t realize this was a negotiation.”
She really looked aro
und the office. It could definitely use a makeover. “Life is a negotiation, Sheriff. I want a new laptop with a high-speed modem. I’m willing to work ridiculously long hours because I won’t have a life outside this job. You’ll discover that I’m excellent at deflecting unwanted attention from you so you’ll have more time to do whatever it is you do. And I make the best coffee in the whole world. I’ll bring my own coffeemaker. I need my afternoon latte.”
“Please hire her.” The deputy’s eyes had lit up at the mention of coffee.
Wright nodded. “But we’re going to need a new speed trap. Laptops aren’t cheap.” He held out his hand. “Deal?”
She took it. At least she’d be off her feet, and this place actually looked like it might need something she could give. It was a dead end, but it was good to be needed for a change. Stella’s Diner really required only a warm body with a minimum of brains and a whole lot of patience. She wasn’t patient. And apparently she scared children, which was why the very sweet Teeny Green had shown her the door with the Trading Post’s customary layoff package—a pound of fudge and a T-shirt.
She took the sheriff’s hand. “Deal.”
The doors to the station house opened, and Stella blasted through followed by none other than Gemma’s victim, Max Harper, a second Max Harper, and a woman carrying a wide-eyed baby.
“You let my waitress out of jail this instant, Nathan Wright!” Stella’s purple boots with embroidered stars rang across the floor.
“Now, we should talk about this, Sheriff. She did nearly kill me.” Max Harper held the spot on the back of his neck where she’d touched him with the Taser. The big bull hadn’t gone down quietly. And he’d seemed awfully surprised.
“Maxwell!” The pretty woman with strawberry-blonde hair gave Harper a look that could freeze the balls off a man.
Cool blue eyes rolled. “Damn it, Rach, Stella and I were just having a little fun.”
Stella turned on the cowboy. “You called me a senile old woman.”
The blonde gasped. “Max!”
Harper practically hid behind his second self. “I didn’t say it like that, baby. I told her she was losing her damn mind if she couldn’t see the burger was bleeding.”
The second Max Harper smiled Gemma’s way. “Hi, there. I’m Rye Harper, the sane half of us. Could you memorize this face so you don’t forget it the next time you get a hankering to shoot a couple hundred volts of electricity through a man?”
Max frowned. “Well, if I had known she was going to use a goddamn stun gun on me, I wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. I thought my eyes weren’t going to uncross there for a minute. That wasn’t worth the babysitting night, Nate. That shit hurt.”
Stella turned on the sheriff. “You set this up so you could steal my waitress. You manipulative son of a bitch. Are you the one who set the Farley boys on her so she had to leave the Trading Post?”
Those boys had been past obnoxious, asking questions for four hours straight. They never let up. She’d finally broken down, cursing, and was shocked that two teenage boys could cry like that.
Nate Wright let loose a big, shit-eating grin. “I had to promise not to arrest them for their latest ‘rocket into space’ experiment. Though I think it might have worked. I feel bad for that frog.”
Gemma turned to the asshole who had been making her life hell. “You are a manipulative, sneaky son of a bitch.”
“That’s ‘boss son of a bitch’ to you.” Nate Wright looked very pleased with himself as the phone rang. “Now, you need to take the spare Bronco over to Long-Haired Roger’s because the brakes are squeaking. The keys are in your desk.” The phone rang again. Wright pointed to it. “And that’s for you, Gemma. Welcome to Bliss.”
The Harpers were arguing over Max’s willingness to risk his body for a night of babysitting. Stella yelled at Nate.
And Gemma sat down at her desk. It was stupid. It was a little mean. It was the most trouble anyone had gone to over her in a long damn time. Nate Wright had plotted and planned and brought half the town into his machinations. She totally respected that.
“Bliss County Sheriff’s Department.” She used her most professional voice. And then listened in complete shock. “What do you mean aliens are attacking?”
“I’ll be fishing,” Wright said, grabbing his pole.
“I have to go set up that new speed trap. I’m going to call it Gemma’s Trap. And I’d love a tall one of those frothy coffee things with all the caramel. Thanks.” Briggs practically ran out the door.
She was left with a huffing Stella, a bickering Harper clan, and a pending alien invasion.
If her friends could see her now…
* * * *
“Hey, Cade, something’s up with one of the county vehicles. I think Cam is bringing it in this afternoon. Do you mind taking a look at it? If you can’t fix it quick, he’ll need a ride back to the station.”
Cade looked up from the Chevy he was working on and gave his boss a nod. Long-Haired Roger was known for his courteous demeanor and his lack of hair. “Sure thing, boss.”
His boss was a gentle man who knew just about everything there was to know about the way engines worked. And he had a new friend. The town vet had recently brought Roger a rescue…dog. They told Cade that Princess Two was a dog, but it really looked more like a rat that had maybe been thrown up by a poodle. Princess Two had weird bug eyes and a pink bow attached to her head. And she shook. A lot.
Jesse walked in from the street, a bag in his hand. “Lunch is here. We missed all the fun. The new girl at Stella’s pulled a stun gun on Max Harper, and Nate hauled her off to jail. Did you hear about the way she made the Farley boys cry? What kind of a woman makes two boys cry?”
A fairly mean one, he bet. Cade hadn’t gotten a look at Gemma Wells, but he knew the type. He’d already heard her story. Big city lawyer. Some of the women had been talking about her shoes and the purses she carried. She probably looked down on everyone and everything. And sure Harper could be an ass, but what the hell kind of woman just stunned a man like that?
“She’s a tourist.” Cade walked to the small sink and washed his hands. He was covered in motor oil, but the smell was soothing. Even all these years later, the smell reminded him of his father. He shook off the feeling and the crushing guilt that threatened to overwhelm him any time he thought about his dad. “She won’t hang out for long. Hey, do you mind looking at the seal on that radiator?”
Jesse nodded and headed to the little sedan they were working on. The owner was supposed to pick it up in an hour or two, but damn, it was giving Cade hell.
Long-Haired Roger shook his bald head. “Naw. She’s not really a tourist. Her momma was born here. I remember Miss Lynn Griffin. What a pretty thing she was. I even went out with her for a while, but then a musician named Donald Wells came into town and she was gone. She always wrote, though. Nice lady, Lynn. She’s come back home. I heard Don died a long while back, but she’s been travelling. A bit of a gypsy, that one.”
“And she brought her problem child with her?” Cade grabbed his burger and hopped up on the counter after tossing his oil-stained shirt to the side. Despite the beginnings of a chill in the air, he felt more comfortable without it on.
“Lynn was real sick from what they say,” Roger explained. “I think her daughter was helping to take care of her. Do you have a problem with shirts, son?”
Cade shrugged. “Don’t like ’em.”
Jesse came back up, a wrench in his hand, eyes rolling. “He would be happier up the mountain, if you know what I mean.”
Roger gave him a blank stare for a moment and then gasped a little. “Oh. Like up the mountain and off with the clothes. Well, that’s just fine, son, but you have to keep your pants on in here. I can’t have a naked mechanic. Those boy parts dangle. You remember that.”
Roger walked off, the tiny poodle-looking thing yipping away.
Jesse snorted a little, putting the wrench down. “It’s done. Just needed
a jimmy. Boy parts dangle. Damn, I love that man. And I heard she didn’t really have much choice about staying in New York. The word is she got fired and had some sort of trouble. I have to admit, I’m a little intrigued.”
Cade stared at Jesse. The man had become a wretched gossip since they’d settled into Bliss. He’d always been a little like that. Even when they’d lived in big cities, Jesse always found a way to build a little community around himself. Jesse genuinely liked taking care of the people around him, and he particularly liked having a woman to take care of. And Cade liked to join them for sex. He sighed. It was starting to sound pathetic even to his own ears. “Who have you been talking to?”
Jesse shrugged, picking up his drink. “Everyone. You know how it is. New people come to town and everyone talks.”
Cade took a long breath. “Damn it, Jess, you saw her, didn’t you?”
He smiled, a smug little grin. “It was a brief glance, but she made an impression. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Great tits. She could stand to eat a burger. She’s not painfully thin, but she diets. I could take care of that problem.”
He’d seen her and decided she needed a man who could take care of her? Jesse was getting more and more desperate. “Why did she have to leave New York?”
“Laura and Holly were talking about some incident there where she tried to kill someone.”
Cade groaned. “Damn it. We just finished with the dangerous portion of our lives. I’m not hopping back in, and I’m not going to allow you to turn into some cautionary tale. Here’s what we know about this chick. We know she’s mean, and she tries to kill people. Stay away. The ski bunnies will be here soon. Once we get some powder on the mountain, you’ll have your choice of women.”