Delores Fossen - Lawman From Her Past

He looked at her hands. At her wedding ring. She was still wearing it though he knew her husband had died from cancer a year and a half ago when Lauren had been pregnant. Of course, she might still be wearing the ring because she and her late husband had a child together. A son, if he remembered correctly.

Who was he kidding? He remembered, all right. Little details about Lauren just stuck in his head whether he wanted them there or not.

“What are you doing back there?” he asked.

He started to reholster his gun but then stopped when she fired glances all around her. Lauren had her teeth clamped over her bottom lip, and she motioned for him to come to her.

Hell.

He’d been right about that bad feeling. Something was wrong.

“What happened?” he demanded, but she just kept motioning.

Cursing under his breath, Cameron stepped out and locked the door behind him. Judging from Lauren’s nervous gestures, someone else could be out there, and he didn’t want that person getting into the house. Keeping watch around him, Cameron gripped his gun with two hands and started toward her.

More memories and emotions came. It’d been ten years since he had seen her. Since he’d kissed her. Ten years since their worlds had turned on a dime. Her mother and father had been murdered. Butchered, really, and even though their killer had been convicted and was behind bars, Lauren hadn’t thought justice had been fully served.

Because she also blamed Cameron for not doing enough to save her folks.

That was okay because Cameron blamed himself, too.

All of those thoughts vanished for a moment, though, when he made it to her and stopped about two feet away. Still close enough to catch her scent and see those intense blue eyes. She didn’t say anything. Lauren just stood there, staring at him, but he could tell from the tight muscles in her face that this wasn’t a social visit.

Not that he thought it would be.

No. Lauren had said her final goodbye to him a decade ago, so it must have taken something pretty bad to come to him this way. Unless...maybe she wasn’t here for him.

“Your brothers probably haven’t left for work yet and are still home,” he told her. They didn’t live far, either. “Gabriel lives in his old place, and Jameson has a cabin about a half mile from here.”

She didn’t seem the least bit surprised about that, which meant maybe Lauren had kept up with her family, after all. Good. Because Cameron wasn’t the only one who thought of Lauren often. So did her brothers and her sister, Ivy.

“I can’t go to them.” Her voice was raw and strained.

“Because you broke off ties with them,” Cameron commented. “Don’t worry about that. You’re still their sister, and they’ll help you. They love you,” he added, hoping that would ease the tension he could practically feel radiating off her.

Lauren blinked, shook her head. “No. Because their houses are on the main road and someone might see me.” She turned, glancing around again, and that was when Cameron spotted the gun tucked in the back waist of her jeans.

He cursed again. “What’s wrong?”

A weary sigh left her mouth. The kind of reaction a person had when there was so much wrong that she didn’t know where to start. But Cameron figured he knew what this was about.

“We’ve all been getting threatening letters and emails,” he volunteered. “I’m guessing you got one, too?”

She nodded and dismissed it with a shake of her head. “You’re raising your sister’s child?”

Again, she’d managed to stun him. First with her arrival and now with the question. It didn’t seem the right thing to ask since this wasn’t a “catching up” kind of conversation.

“Gilly’s son, Isaac,” Cameron clarified. It had been a year since his kid sister’s death, and he still couldn’t say her name without it feeling as if someone had put a meaty fist around his heart. “What about him?”

Lauren didn’t jump to answer that. With her forehead bunched up, she glanced behind her again. “Is he...okay?”

Isaac was fine. Better than fine, actually. His nephew was healthy and happy. That wasn’t what he said to Lauren, though. “Why are you asking?”

“I need to see him. I need to see Gilly’s son.”

That definitely wasn’t an answer.

Cameron didn’t bother cursing again, but he did give her a flat look. “I’ll want to know a lot more about what’s going on. Start talking. Why are you here, and if you’re in some kind of trouble, why didn’t you call your brothers? Because I think you and I both know I’m the last person on earth you’d come to for help.”

She didn’t disagree with that, but another sound left her mouth. A hoarse sob. And that was when tears sprang to her eyes. “Please, let me see him.”

He wasn’t immune to those tears, and it gave him a tug of a different kind, one he didn’t want. “Tell me what’s going on,” Cameron repeated.

Lauren frantically shook her head. “There isn’t time.”

Cameron huffed in frustration. “Then make time. Is someone after you? And what does that have to do with Gilly’s son?”

She stared at him, her mouth trembling now, and those tears still watering her eyes. “Someone tried to kill me.”

That put him on full alert, and he automatically caught on to her arm and pulled her behind him. Cameron positioned himself in between her and the area where she kept glancing.

“Keep talking,” he insisted. He didn’t see anyone out there, but the woods were fairly thick here. “When and where did this happen?”

Again, no fast answer. Which it should have been. After all, a murder attempt should have been fresh enough in her mind that Lauren could have rattled off the details.

“Last night,” she finally said. “Two armed men broke into my house in Dallas and shot me.”

The profanity flew out of his mouth before Cameron could stop it, and he whirled around just as she pulled back the collar of her dark blue button-up shirt. There was a bandage there. A bandage covering what had to be a sensitive wound judging by the way Lauren winced when she moved her shoulder.

“I’m okay,” she added. “Well, physically anyway. The bullet only clipped me, and I was able to get away from them.”

Good. But that didn’t cause Cameron to feel any relief. “What about your son? Was he hurt?”

“No. There was a panic room in the house, and I had his nanny take him there right after the burglar alarm went off. I didn’t manage to get in there in time before they got to me.” She paused, choked back a sob. “I heard them say they had orders to kill me. And it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity or anything. They said my name.”

That did it. He took hold of her hand. “Come on. I’m taking you to Gabriel right now.”

But Lauren pulled away from him. “No. Not yet anyway. Not until I know it’s safe. I also heard the men say they were cops.”

Cameron stared at her. “Cops? Maybe. Criminals don’t always tell the truth, but even if they had, your brother’s not dirty.”

Even though she didn’t come out and say it, she’d once suspected Cameron of being just that—dirty. He hadn’t been, but Lauren had deemed him guilty by association. Because he’d been friends with the family of the man who’d murdered her parents. If that friendship hadn’t existed, then her mom and dad might still be alive.

Somehow, Cameron had never learned to live with that.

“Gabriel and Jameson aren’t behind this,” she said. “Whatever this is,” Lauren added in a mumble. “But if those men were really cops and they know all about me, then they must figure I’d go to my lawmen brothers.” Another pause, and she dodged his gaze. “This is the last place they’d expect me to come.”