Addison Fox - The Colton Sheriff

Her mother wouldn’t understand. LaShanna Allen was so supportive over so many things, but when it came to Trey Colton she had a blind spot. Her mother had never made it a secret that she wanted Aisha to end up with Trey and no amount of protests that the two of them weren’t meant to be together had deterred LaShanna. Telling her mother she was engaged to Trey would start a veritable storm of emotion the woman might not recover from. And when the inevitable breakup came— hello , because it was all fake!—Lord deliver her from the wrath.

Aisha was still so deep in her thoughts she barely registered Trey’s motions until he was on top of her. His arms wrapped around her and he half walked beside her, the move looking for all the world like two lovers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other as they walked. It was only when he shoved her into the alcove doorway of a small wine bar that was still in high swing for an August evening that she realized he wasn’t testing out his fiancée theory.

“Trey?” She tried to protest but he kept moving, pushing her through the door and into the bar. The lighting was subdued but the energy was high, happy conversations echoing all around them.

“Give me a minute,” Trey ordered. “Stay right here.”

She did as he asked, still stunned at the abrupt duck into the bar. Even more stunned by the warmth in Trey’s arms as they came around her like tight bands. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the dim lighting when he strode back in the door. “What’s going on?”

“I thought I saw something.”

Willing the lingering imprint of his hands against her skin from her mind, Aisha asked, “What sort of something?”

“A guy in a car. I noticed him earlier when I went out for a sandwich at lunch and then saw him again when we came out of Maggie’s. It was weird.”

“Do you think he’s following you?”

“I don’t know. It’s no crime to sit in a car on the street.”

“Maybe not, but it’s also not a crime to trust your gut.” Aisha wanted to get out there and see for herself, but something held her back. “You didn’t need to shove me in here to go check it out. You could have whispered to me what was going on.”

“I had no idea what he’d do.”

“Exactly. You’re not in uniform right now. Your gun’s locked safely away. How did you think you were going to protect yourself?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I’m a trained law officer.”

“And I’m a trained psychologist. Someone aiming to do you harm will find a way.”

And there—right there—was the heart of the matter. Although she trusted Trey’s skills implicitly, the events of the past few months had worried her like no other time since he’d gone into law enforcement. The man put himself in peril every day and now he’d likely caught the eye of a cold-blooded madman. If the Avalanche Killer had grown even more dangerous—and she knew from the photos he had—the risk to Trey had only grown. Standing in the way of an escalating serial killer? One whose need to kill had grown and expanded?

It was lethal work.

Work made even harder by the fact that the killer had honed his skills over many years. He no doubt was eating up the news coverage reporting daily on his crimes. And it was Trey Colton who represented capture if he found a way to end the Avalanche Killer’s ride to fame and glory.

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