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Then she’d poked him in the chest with that tiny finger of hers, just like she had so many times in the past. And in the past it had almost always ended with them on top of each other.
He had moved out of muscle memory more than anything else. Covered her finger with his hand like he had so many times before, moving in for a kiss.
Basic instinct, a primal need for Caroline, had taken over from there. He’d been so caught up in the kiss, knew she had been too. Had felt her hands in his hair, felt her legs pull him closer when he’d set her up on the hood of her truck. It had been so long; they’d been desperate for each other.
But then she’d told him to stop and his first instinct, the only one he’d been able to hear at all, had been to keep kissing her. Keep kissing that throat. That neck. Those lips.
Then when she should’ve slapped him, she’d simply tugged at his hair and told him to stop again.
And finally reason had returned.
He scrubbed a hand over his face now, despair tugging at him. He’d been holding her in place, unwilling to let her go.
Caroline, a rape victim.
He had to give her credit; she hadn’t seemed panicked. She hadn’t cried or punched him or run screaming back into the Silver Eagle. When he’d jumped back, she’d started to say something to him.
He could think of a number of things she’d had a right to say to him. And none of them were pretty. So when Wade had yelled whatever he had to say—Zane totally hadn’t been listening—he’d gotten away from Caroline.
Because once again, as had been true for the past eighteen months, the greatest thing Zane could do for Caroline was to keep away from her. He’d made as quick an exit as he could manage.
She’d be in the middle of Big Bend State Park now, on her hike. He still didn’t like it. But she’d been right in one argument: what say did he have in her life?
None. Which was the best possible thing for her.
But the thought of her hiking alone still stuck in his craw. Maybe if he had kept his temper, used reason to discuss it with Caroline, he could’ve changed her mind.
But who was he kidding? Reason had never had anything to do with their relationship. Passion, fighting, yelling, heat. All those had. But never reason.
She’d driven him crazy from the moment they’d met in high school when her family relocated from Dallas. In both the best and worst of ways.
God, how he’d missed her the last year and a half. Missed the woman who had always stood toe-to-toe with him and refused to back down.
But now all he could picture was her broken body lying in the hospital bed eighteen months ago. Crying when she didn’t know he could see her.
She’d never be able to go toe-to-toe with anyone again.
Not that Zane hadn’t been willing to change everything about their relationship to fit her needs. Over those first few months, he’d tried. Went out of his way to be gentle, easy, light with Caroline. It had been weird, so different than what had always transpired between them. But for Caroline he’d been willing to do it. To do anything.
But it had all just seemed to make her upset. Sad, even.
Every time he’d let her win an argument, every time she’d poked him in the chest with that little finger and he’d just pulled her in for a hug, it had just made her more sad.
Finally, Zane realized that being around him at all made her sad. So he’d given her the only thing he’d had left to give: his absence. He’d quit the department, moved to the outskirts of town, made it so they never ran into each other.
And it had absolutely gutted him. His entire life became empty.
But for his Caro he’d been willing to pay that price.
And after his behavior two nights ago, obviously he needed to continue keeping himself away from her. The thought that he could’ve hurt her, scared her, brought back memories of her attack ripped a hole in him.
He started the day doing paperwork—owning your own charter flight company was perhaps the only business in the world that created more paperwork than law enforcement—but soon found he needed the release of some sort of physical activity. He decided yard work was in order. If his mother came by and saw the bushes and grass looking the way they did now, he would never hear the end of it.
And at least the hard, physical work of cutting and trimming allowed him to force the thoughts of kissing a stunning brunette—and how very good it had been before turning so bad—to the back of his mind.
He was going to have to see her in a couple of weeks from now for Jon Hatton and Sherry Mitchell’s wedding in Colorado, since Caroline was one of Sherry’s best friends and in the wedding. But Zane would be damn sure to keep his distance.
He’d kept his distance for nearly two years. He’d keep on doing it now.
When his phone rang, Zane wiped the sweat from his head before removing his glove and grabbing the device. Speak of the devil; it was Jon Hatton.
Zane hit the receive button. “Hey, Jon, I was just thinking about you.”
There was a short pause. “Well, I hope you weren’t in the shower, because that would be weird.”
Zane laughed. “No, just tackling some yard work that has been a particular pain in the ass.”
Zane had met the Omega Sector agent here in Corpus Christi when the local police had needed help with the serial rapist case. He and Jon had solved the case, but too late for Caroline.
Jon had tried multiple times to get Zane back into law enforcement since Zane had quit, even talking to him about working for Omega Sector, but Zane hadn’t budged. Although he had helped Jon with a couple of cases that had brought the man back to Texas.
“If you’re calling to get me to help you pick out china patterns, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”
“As scary as that thought is, no, I’m not calling with anything about the wedding. We’ve got a problem, Zane.”
Zane knew the other man well enough to know that if Jon was calling him with “a problem” it was something serious.
“What’s going on?”
“Can you get to your email right now?” Jon asked.
“Let me go inside.” Zane grabbed the nearest dish towel from the kitchen and wiped as much sweat and dirt off his face and arms as he could before heading into his office.
“All right, I’m at my computer.”
“I’m sending a picture of a Damien Freihof.”
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“He went to jail five years ago because he was about to blow up a bank full of people in Phoenix.”
“Okay.” Zane had no idea what this had to do with him.
“He escaped last year. Nearly killed Brandon Han and his fiancée, Andrea.”
Zane knew Brandon; the man had helped figure out who the rapist was. But he didn’t know about this Freihof guy or that he almost killed Brandon.
“That time—” it would’ve been right after Caroline’s rape “—it’s pretty fuzzy for me, Jon.”
“Sure, man, I understand and don’t expect you to know any of this.”
“Okay.”
“Freihof went to ground after he attacked Brandon and Andrea. He was injured in his own explosion. He resurfaced last week.”
Zane still had no idea what this had to do with him. “Okay.”
“I just sent you a picture of him.”
Zane opened his email. “Okay, I got it.” He studied the mug shot of Damien Freihof from five years ago. “I don’t recognize him at all.”
“I’m sending you another picture.”
The second picture was a totally different man, roughly the same height and build but different jaw, eyes, hair.
“Okay, who’s that?”
“That is also Damien Freihof.”
“Damn.” Zane whistled through his teeth. “He’s good.”
“Yeah, he is.” Jon’s tone held grudging respect. “Good enough to beat all our facial scanning software and to avoid the statewide warrant for his arrest.”
“Do you think he’s moved on to Texas?” If he had, it wasn’t like Zane could do anything about it.
“Two days ago, Freihof masterminded a pretty elaborate plan. A bomb that killed one of our junior agents and put another agent in a coma. Looks like Freihof wants to make Omega Sector pay for putting him in prison. Plus, he nearly killed a mother and her toddler daughter in the process.”
Zane’s expletive wasn’t pretty. “Sounds like this bastard doesn’t care about collateral damage.”
“Exactly. He wants as much collateral damage as possible. We’ve already been given that message. He’s coming after people with ties to Omega. He’s trying to hurt civilians we care about in order to split Omega’s focus. I’m sending you one more picture.”
The picture Zane received was of some sort of wall with a staggering amount of information on it: newspaper clippings, photos, drawings, police reports, Google search printouts, fingerprints.
“What the hell is that?” Zane couldn’t make any sense of it at all.
“That’s the wall of clues Freihof left for us. A very complicated puzzle that points out Freihof’s next intended victims.”
“How the hell were you able to make any sense of it?”
“It took us a long time, believe me.” Jon paused for a second. “It looks like you and Caroline are on his intended victims’ list, Zane.”
“What?”
“There were very specific clues referring to you by name on the wall of clues. We think he might be coming after you soon, if he’s not there already.”
Zane’s expletive this time was even uglier. “Caroline’s off on her own.”
“What?”
“She’s on some damfool hiking trip in Big Bend State Park. Alone. Do you think this Freihof character might be aware of this?”
“Honestly, Jon, the man is a genius. I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
“Thanks for the heads-up, Jon. I’ve got to go. I’ll keep you posted.” Zane disconnected the call and was running for his bedroom, grabbing his go-bag. He would call Captain Harris on the way to the airport and get him to contact the park rangers at Big Bend and find out Caroline’s exact GPS location.
He would file his flight plan and be in the air in less than an hour. He’d be with Caroline in under two. A madman genius had gotten to her once. There was no way in hell he was letting another.
So much for keeping his distance.
Chapter Five (#uf1013233-bc21-5782-ba30-641a26ae6dc7)
Over the last few months, Caroline had been learning to trust her instincts again. Her instincts had told her a few months ago that this trip to Big Bend would be a healing one for her.
Now, nearing the end of day two, all alone with no one around for miles, she could honestly say she was damn happy she had followed her instincts.
She hadn’t done it recklessly or without proper thought. She had planned. She’d considered. And finally, she’d just decided to take the chance.
Sort of like how she’d learned to do everything else in her life. She knew that bad things could still happen; people intent on harming others would always be around. Caroline did her best to prepare herself never to be a victim again, including multiple self-defense classes and hours of strengthening her body in the gym. She’d trained her mind to be more aware of what was going on around her so things didn’t catch her off guard.
But ultimately after all the preparations, she had to choose to just do it. To just do that thing that was a little bit risky.
To trust that she could handle it.
It wasn’t easy. And ironically, if Zane hadn’t come along at the Silver Eagle a couple of nights ago and told her she shouldn’t do it, Caroline might have chickened out. But that had been the final push she needed.
“So suck it, Zane Wales!” she yelled at the top of her voice, since no one could hear her anyway.
She loved being out here in the open. Loved that there was a one hundred percent guarantee that no one would knock on her door—the one sound that threw her into a panic every time she heard it.
Why? Because there were no doors out here. Caroline grinned.
The door-knocking thing was something she and Dr. Parker had been working through. Grace warned her that it may always be a trigger, and if so, Caroline would have to learn to live with it.
She was proud of the progress she’d made. Proud of how far she’d come. Proud of her certainty that no man, no matter how big or strong, would ever be able to get the drop on her again. She may not win a fight, but she knew she wouldn’t be the only person hurt at the end of it.
She just wished she could convince everyone else of that. Of her growth. She wished she could get people to treat her the way they had before the attack.
As much as she liked Kimmie as her partner, Caroline would’ve had no problem working with a man day after day. But Chief Harris—one of her parents’ best friends and someone she’d known her whole life—hadn’t asked her. He’d had clout with the Emergency Medical Service director and had just done what he thought was best.
Her parents and brother still couldn’t talk about what happened to her. They had wanted to hire a full-time bodyguard for her. When she’d brought up fairly basic questions—with what money? Why would she need a bodyguard when her rapist had died in prison?—they hadn’t had a good answer. So no bodyguard. But they still didn’t treat her the way they had before the attack. Everything they said to her or did around her now was always tinted with some sort of combination of protectiveness, worry and pity, depending on the activity.
She hadn’t told them about this trip at all. It just would’ve put them over the edge. She’d sworn Captain Harris—Uncle Tim—to secrecy too.
But she missed Zane most of all. She missed her friend, her lover, the person she spent hours arguing with about every topic under the sun. Of all the things she’d lost in the attack, the one she regretted the most was Zane.
Like everyone else, he hadn’t known how to deal with what had been done to her. Hadn’t known how to treat her. It had been even worse for Zane because he’d been the lead detective on the case and hadn’t realized who the rapist was.
But hell, Caroline had worked with Dr. Trumpold for months and hadn’t known it was him. They’d all been duped.
