Cynthia Eden - Abduction

“Hello, there, Jill. Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

His voice. Dark and deep and rumbly. Jill had often thought that Hayden Black had a voice like whiskey—it just got better with age.

Sexier.

Her gaze slid to the right and she saw him. Hayden was smiling at her, that teasing half smile that too many women had admired. His dark eyes glinted at her as he stood in the doorway—the doorway that led directly into Sheriff Ronald Peek’s inner sanctum. Only...

She didn’t see Sheriff Peek. The big, rather bearlike older man was nowhere to be seen.

She did see Hayden...and his brown sheriff’s uniform. The guy even had a gleaming, gold star pinned to his chest. No way. “You have got to be kidding me.” Jill glanced around the little station again. No one else was there. Seriously?

“Kidding?” Hayden straightened. “Why? Don’t you think I look good in this uniform?”

Her lips thinned. Good didn’t even come close to describing the man and he knew it. Hayden’s shoulders stretched far and wide, making the uniform shirt strain at the seams. He was tall and powerful, and he should not have been standing there.

Mostly because she wasn’t quite up to handling Hayden. He’d always been able to see right through the mask that she tried to wear in order to hide her emotions. Considering how hollowed out she felt on the inside, the last thing Jill wanted was for Hayden to glimpse her weakness. She cleared her throat. “I’m here to see Sheriff Peek.”

He winced and straightened away from the doorway. “Good luck with that, sweetheart—er, I mean, Jill.”

She glowered at him.

“Peek retired about a month ago. Took off for Alaska. Apparently, facing the last great American frontier has always been a dream for him.” Hayden’s lips twitched. “And, it, uh, seems he’d been watching a lot of TV about building a cabin in the Alaskan wilderness. The call of the wild definitely got to old Ron.” Hayden rolled back his shoulders. “You’re looking at the new sheriff.”

She shook her head.

He nodded. “Sheriff Hayden Black, at your service.”

“You...you can’t be sheriff. Was there a vote or—”

“Special appointment,” he murmured. “Ron gave me his highest recommendation, and, believe it or not, the folks in this town seemed happy to have me take the job.”

Jill’s breath heaved out. “Of course, they’re happy to have you. I have no doubt that you’ll be an asset here.”

Surprise flashed on his face.

“What?” Now her lips pulled down. “You think because of our, uh, past, that I wouldn’t support you? You’re a good man, Hayden.” And maybe she’d gotten a few glimpses of his case files from his overseas work. Some days, she’d wondered about him. She’d worried. When she’d first read his mission files and seen just how dangerous his SEAL work was, Jill had been terrified.

Knowing that he wasn’t hers any longer...she’d tried to keep her emotional distance. That had been impossible.

He took a step toward her. “You know folks in this town didn’t always think that way. I had to prove—”

She held up her hand. “Stop it, Hayden. You never had to prove anything to me. I hope you know that.”

His mouth tightened.

The bell jingled behind her. Jill looked back and saw a young deputy saunter inside the station. He had black hair and blue eyes and when he saw her, he came to a quick stop—and he tightened his grip on the doughnut bag in his hand. “Uh, a visitor? A case?” His eyes seemed to light up. “Ma’am, do you need assistance?” He hurried toward the check-in desk and plunked down his bag. “I’m Deputy Finn Patrick, and I can—”

“She’s not here for business, Finn,” Hayden muttered. “It’s personal.”

A tingle snaked up Jill’s spine. Personal. Once upon a time, things had been very, very personal between them. When she looked at Hayden, the memories slid through her mind. She figured all of the stories she’d heard over the years were true—a woman never forgot her first love.

Especially when that love happened to be a guy like Hayden Black.

But now Finn was looking at her with speculation in his eyes. Hope was a small town—very, very small. And the last thing she wanted was for gossip to start spreading about her hooking up with the new sheriff. Jill reached into her bag and pulled out her ID. “Actually, I’m here to talk about an old case.”

Finn’s eyes doubled in size. “You’re FBI!”

“Yes.”

Finn appeared absolutely thrilled.

“What case?” Hayden asked, his voice a low growl. “When I saw you yesterday, you didn’t mention a case.”

“And you didn’t mention that you were the sheriff, either.”

Hayden sauntered closer. He leaned in and said, voice soft, “That’s because you ran before I had the chance to tell you.”

She wanted to tell him that she didn’t run—not from anything or anyone, but those words would have been a lie. After all, wasn’t she in Hope because she was running? From all the death that seemed to stalk her? She stared into his eyes and said the name that she knew haunted them both, “Christy Anderson.”

His jaw tightened.

“Christy who?” Finn asked.

Hayden curled his fingers around her arm. “FBI special agent Jillian West and I will be talking in my office, Finn.” His voice had gone flat and cold as he steered her toward the open doorway.

“It was nice to meet you, Agent West!” Finn called out.

She glanced back and saw that he’d opened his bag of doughnuts. The scent of glaze drifted to her, but then she was inside of Hayden’s office, and he shut the door with a very distinct click.

“What in the hell are you planning?” Hayden asked her.

She pulled her arm from his grip. “I’m planning on solving a cold case.” Because maybe that case was one of the many demons that plagued her. Maybe if she could solve that case...maybe if she could give the family some closure...then every time she lost a victim with the FBI, she wouldn’t feel so lost inside.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

“Did the FBI send you down here to research Christy Anderson’s case?”

“No, I came down here because I knew it was time to face my own past. You can only hide from the truth for so long.” Her smile felt bittersweet. “After all, you and I both know...we traded my life for Christy’s.”

He swore and advanced toward her.

Jill threw up her hands. “Don’t! I don’t want you touching me, okay, Hayden?”

He flinched, as if she’d hurt him, and Jill realized that she had. Right. Like he never hurt me. One night...ten years ago...he’d ripped her heart right out of her chest.

A woman could do a whole lot in this world without a heart.

“You used to like it when I touched you,” Hayden said.

Oh, no, he had not just gone there. Jill’s hands went to her hips. “And you used to not be a jerk who turned his back on the one person he swore mattered the most to him—”

Pain flashed on his face. “Jill—”

“No!” She squeezed her eyes shut. “This isn’t what I want.” It wasn’t. And she wasn’t just hurting Hayden. She was hurting herself. Jill forced her eyes to open. “I’m sorry.” Time to be incredibly honest. “I didn’t count on seeing you again.” Actually, she’d been sure he was an ocean away. So much for her contact at the CIA. Mr. Oh, Yes, I Know Where His SEAL Team Is. “I wasn’t prepared for you, and I’m...” Her laughter held a rough edge. “I was already raw enough before I came to Hope.”

“Believe me, Jill. The last thing I ever want is to hurt you.”

He seemed so sincere. She wanted to believe him. “Maybe we can call a truce?”

His gaze drifted over her and turned wistful. “I didn’t realize we were at war.”