Sandra Orchard - Emergency Reunion

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If Cole needed any more proof that he shouldn’t get involved in a serious relationship, he was staring her right in the face—sun-kissed hair pulled back in a ponytail, save for the wayward strands shielding wary blue eyes; trembling lips that even tipped down still dented her cheeks with those adorable dimples he used to lie awake thinking about; and that sweet strawberry scent that would forever transport him back to the day he’d stolen a kiss and she’d responded with a hug so touching it had probably kept him from doing something really stupid seven years ago—it and her admonition not to lose faith. Sherri Steele. The epitome of what his messed-up family had cost him.

She’d been the bright spot in their neighborhood, always quick to offer a smile or lend a hand.

Now, with another paramedic examining her neck, thanks to his brother’s ruthless attack, she couldn’t even look at him.

Exhaling, Cole tore his gaze from the purple smudges blooming under her eyes and turned to his partner, who was hauling his handcuffed brother off the sidewalk.

“This is your fault!” Eddie screamed, wrestling against Zeke’s hold as he hurled increasingly colorful insults at Cole, his expression rabid.

This was not how Cole had hoped his first shift with the Stalwart Sheriff’s Department would go down. Let alone his first meeting with Eddie. He’d anticipated needing the full armor of God to battle Eddie’s inevitable resistance, not his stun gun. He’d been away seven years too long. Seven years of trying to convince himself that he wasn’t his brother’s keeper. Seven years of running from God. He tried not to cringe at Eddie’s hollowed-out cheeks, heavy-lidded bloodshot eyes, the rat’s nest of jet-black hair—not his natural color. Taking another deep breath, Cole bit back the lecture scraping his throat.

His brother was in no condition to hear it. And he had no right to say anything. If he wanted Eddie to listen to him, he needed to start by earning back his trust.

“He’s tripping out pretty good,” Cole said to his partner, who’d finally got Eddie subdued. “We’ll need to take him to the hospital before we book him.”

The balding heavyweight who’d bellowed at the sheriff for being “saddled with breaking Cole into the way things worked in Stalwart” propelled Eddie toward their cruiser. “Family connections will not get you any special treatment from me,” Zeke hissed in Eddie’s ear, shoving him hard against the trunk and digging a knee into Eddie’s bony thigh as he reached for the rear door handle.

Cole started toward him, but then stopped himself. The manhandling was over-the-top, but if he stepped in Zeke would accuse him of favoritism. He’d already made it clear that he didn’t appreciate Cole “usurping” the position that should have been his nephew’s. Cole should’ve known the ornery deputy would try any tactic to prove Cole didn’t deserve to be here. Three years with the Seattle PD clearly didn’t rank higher than blood with him. Talk about favoritism. As Zeke clamped his meaty palm on Eddie’s head and pushed him into the backseat of the cruiser, Cole hoped his brother wouldn’t add his silence to the list of things he held against him.

He should’ve made more effort to connect since he’d returned to town two days ago, considering it was the only reason he’d taken the job in the first place. Never mind the dozen calls he’d made to Eddie’s cell phone. In this condition, his brother probably hadn’t even known he was ignoring them. Cole should’ve dropped by the house. And if he’d had to face his father, well...so be it.

He wondered if Sherri still lived next door. She hadn’t seemed to recognize Eddie, so she’d probably moved away before the dye job and downward spiral. If not for the call from an old high school buddy alerting him to the situation here, Cole might not have recognized Eddie at first glance, either.

“Did you hear me?” Zeke rounded the hood of the car.

“What?”

“I said did you get the paramedic’s statement?”

Cole blinked, glanced back at Sherri, now being helped to her feet by her partner. She’d pulled the elastic from her hair, leaving it to tumble in soft sandy waves over her shoulders. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Of course, the last time he’d seen her she’d been only fifteen—just a girl. To an eighteen-year-old, the three-year age difference had seemed unbridgeable.

“Cole?” Zeke repeated gruffly.

“Not yet.” He pulled his notebook from his pocket and headed toward Sherri, hating how scattered and unprofessional he was coming off. He couldn’t have made a worse first impression if he’d tried.

And Zeke’s griping about how his nephew wouldn’t have forgotten wasn’t helping.

The second ambulance had arrived. As Sherri’s partner briefed the paramedics on the patient awaiting transport, Cole cut her away from the group. “I need to ask you a few questions for the report.”

Her answering smile looked more like a wince. “It kind of hurts to talk.”

His chest tightened. If he’d just manned up and gone to Dad’s place the day he’d pulled into town, he might have averted this whole incident. “You really were amazing back there. Held it together when most people would’ve freaked.”

Once again the compliment seemed to make her uncomfortable, or maybe it was him. Her gaze flitted from her partner to the police cruiser to the vicinity of his chin. “Would you have zapped him?”

“In a heartbeat. If I’d had a clear shot.”

Anguish flickered in her eyes, reminding him of the caring girl who’d nursed back to health every injured creature he’d brought to her doorstep.

He reached for her hand as naturally as she’d reached for his the day he’d been the injured creature on her doorstep. Her fingers felt like ice and remained coolly rigid. “I love my brother, Sherri. But your welfare comes first.”

Her surprised gaze jumped to his.

“I’m not going to stand by and do nothing while he hurts innocent people,” he added, needing to convince her for a reason he didn’t want to examine too closely.

Her gaze dove back to the sidewalk as her hand slipped from his grasp.

Her retreat hurt more than it should have, considering she’d just been ambushed by his brother.

“Listen, I can come by the ambulance base later to get your statement. But I need to confirm a couple of things. Eddie took you hostage to coerce you into handing over narcotics?”

“Not at first. I surprised him when—” grimacing, she splayed her fingers over her throat and sank back to the porch step “—when he was trying to break into the cabinet.”

“Okay.” He hated to press her for details when talking was obviously painful. But... “One more question for now. Do you have any idea who the guy he referred to is?”

She shook her head.

Cole pocketed his notebook and hunkered down in front of her until she couldn’t help but look at him. “I’ll make sure Eddie never bothers you again. I promise.” The disbelief that flickered in her eyes at her nod pierced clean through his soul. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“Fat lot of good sorry does her,” her partner growled, stalking toward them. “You need to lock that punk up and throw away the key. He’s done nothing but terrorize Sherri for weeks!”

“What?” Cole’s heart couldn’t have jolted harder if the guy had slapped paddles on his chest and zapped him. He jerked his attention back to Sherri. “Is that true?”

She shook her head repeatedly this time.

“ Someone’s doing it,” her partner hissed.

“Whoa, whoa. Back up a second.” Cole pulled out his notebook again. “These incidents, were they reported?”