RaeAnne Thayne - Taming Jesse James

“That’s not necessary. I told you, I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Humor me. It’s my civic duty. Can’t leave a citizen of the good town of Salt River in her hour of need. Now, where were we?” Jesse scratched his cheek. “Oh, that’s right. I was telling you what happened at the mayor’s.”

“You mean you were telling me what didn’t happen,” she muttered. Her fiery color began to fade, he saw with satisfaction, until it just about matched those soft pink early climbing roses around her back porch that sent their heady aroma through the cool evening air.

“We covered that. What I didn’t have a chance to tell you is that I think you’re right. Something’s definitely going on with that kid.”

Her green eyes widened. “You agree with me?”

“Someone is behind all those little ‘accidents’ of his, but I’m not convinced it’s the mayor.”

“Who, then? Surely not his mother?”

He snorted. “Ginny? Hell—” he paused “—er, heck no.”

“You don’t need to guard your tongue around me, Chief Harte. I’ve heard a few epithets in my time. Probably some that would make even you blush.”

“I doubt that. Anyone who uses words like ‘epithets’ couldn’t have heard too many raunchy ones.”

“You’d be surprised what you can hear in a school hallway.”

“You teach the fourth grade,” he exclaimed, appalled. “How bad could the cuss words get?”

Her lips curved slightly, but she straightened them quickly, before the unruly things could do something crazy like smile, he figured. “I didn’t mean my students here, although I still certainly hear some choice language from them occasionally.”

“Where, then?”

“Where what?” She shifted her gaze down again, her fingers troubling a loose thread in her jeans.

Why did she have to be so damn evasive about everything? Getting information out of the woman was as tough as trying to get those blasted climbing roses to grow in January.

“Where did you hear the kind of words that could make a rough-edged cop like me blush?”

She was a silent for a moment, and then she took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Before I came to Wyoming, I taught for five years at a school on Chicago’s south side.”

All he could do was stare at her. He wouldn’t have been more shocked if she’d just told him she used to be an exotic dancer.

The fragile, skittish schoolmarm who jumped if you looked at her the wrong way used to walk the rough-and-tumble hallways of an inner-city school? She had to be joking, didn’t she? One look at her tightly pursed mouth told him she wasn’t. Before he could press her on it, though, she quickly changed the subject.

“If you don’t believe Corey’s being abused, what sort of trouble do you think he’s involved with?”

He barely heard, still focused on her startling disclosure. Why did she leave Chicago? Did it have anything to do with her panicky reaction to him earlier? Or with her knee that still gave her trouble if she moved the wrong way?

With frustration, he realized his burning curiosity was going to have to wait. Judging by that withdrawn look on her face, she wasn’t about to satisfy it anytime soon.

He gave a mental shrug. He’d get the information out of her sooner or later. He was a cop. It was his job to solve mysteries.

“I don’t know,” he said, in answer to her question about Corey. “But whatever it is, I doubt it’s legal. He sure looked scared when he came home and found me sitting with his parents.”

“What do you plan to do next?”

“Try to find out what he’s up to. I figured maybe if I can talk to him one-on-one, he might open up a little more.”

“I take it you have a plan.”

He nodded. “I’m coming to the grade school next month to talk about crime prevention, and he’s going to be my assistant. I expect it will take us several days to get ready, which ought to give me plenty of time to find out what’s been going on with him.”

“And he agreed to help you?”

“He wasn’t too crazy about it at first, but he finally came around. I think it will be good for him.” He paused. “If someone is hurting that kid, I’ll find out, Sarah. I promise you that.”

She gazed at him, green eyes wide and startled at his vehemence. Tilting her head, she studied him closely as if trying to gauge his sincerity. Whatever she saw in his expression must have satisfied her. After a few moments she offered him a smile. Not much of one, just a tentative little twitch of her lips, but it was definitely still a smile.

He felt as jubilant as if he’d just single-handedly brought every outlaw in the Wild West to justice.

“Thank you,” Sarah murmured, her voice as soft as that spring breeze that teased her blond hair like a lover’s hand.

“You’re welcome,” he answered gruffly, knowing damn well he shouldn’t be so entranced by a tiny smile and a woman with secrets in her eyes.

“And I’m sorry for the terrible things I said to you,” she went on. “I had no right to say such things. To judge you like that.”

He had to like a woman who could apologize so sweetly. “You’re a teacher concerned about one of her students. You were willing to do what you thought was the right thing, which is more than most people would in the same situation.”

She didn’t seem to take his words as the compliment he intended. Instead, her mouth tightened and she looked away from him toward the wooden slats of the porch.

What the hell had he said to make her look as if she wanted to cry? He gave an inward, frustrated sigh. Just when he thought he was making progress with her, she clammed up again.

He ought to just let it ride. Sarah McKenzie was obviously troubled by things she figured were none of his business. But something about that lost, wounded look that turned her green eyes murky brought all his protective instincts shoving their way out.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” she said curtly. “Nothing at all.”

“How’s the knee?”

She looked disoriented for a moment, then glanced down at her outstretched leg. “Oh. I think it’s feeling much better.” Gripping the arms of the wicker rocker, she rose to her feet and carefully tested it with her weight. “Yes. Much better.”

She was lying. He could tell by the lines of pain that bracketed her mouth like sagging fence posts.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Positive. I’m fine. I appreciate all your help, Chief Harte, but I’m sure you have better things to do than baby-sit me.”

He couldn’t think of a single one, especially if he stood half a chance of coaxing more than that sad little smile out of her. But she obviously wanted him gone, and his mama hadn’t raised her kids to be rude. Well, except for Matt, maybe.

Anyway, he’d have another chance to see those green eyes soften and her soft, pretty mouth lift at the corners. And if an excuse to see her again didn’t present itself, he’d damn well make one up.

“If you’re sure you’re okay, I’ll leave so you can get back to the supper I dragged you away from. It’s probably cold by now.”

She grimaced. “I’m afraid it’s not much of a meal, hot or cold. A frozen dinner.”

It broke his heart to think of her sitting alone here with her solitary dinner. If he thought for a second she’d agree to go with him, he’d pack her into his Bronco and take her down to the diner for some of Murphy’s turkey-fried steak.

But even though he had willingly left the ranch work to Matt, he had still gentled enough skittish mustangs in his time to know when to call it a day. He had a feeling he was going to have to move very slowly if he wanted to gain the schoolteacher’s trust.

Asking her to dinner would probably send her loping away faster than the Diamond Harte’s best cutter after a stray.