Lynette Eason - Holiday Hideout

Would Reese really go this far? Was he still after her? Or had the fever caused her to hallucinate in the bus station?

Even though he fully believed—as did she—that the deaths of his wife and her baby were her fault, would he really go to the extreme of following her this far?

She honestly didn’t know, but it sure looked like it.

But why would he search her apartment? Why would he try to get in her window in the middle of the night?

To keep her off balance? To make her so afraid of her own shadow that when he finally pounced, she’d be an easy target?

Possibly.

“What do you think?”

Fiona’s question made Abby blink. She realized she hadn’t heard a word the woman said. “I’m sorry. I was thinking … What’d you say?”

“I said I think it might be a good idea for you to stay here awhile. Unless you have someone—”

“No. Like I said, there’s no one.” No one at all. Her family had disowned her the minute her sister had taken her last breath.

Because it was her fault her sister had died. At least that’s how she felt. And so did her family.

Shuddering, she looked at Fiona, grief piercing her as she studied the large bulge under the woman’s blue maternity shirt. “When is your baby due?”

An excited smile curved Fiona’s lips. “Right after the first of the year. My due date’s January 2.”

“That’s wonderful for you. Just about three more weeks, eh?”

“Yes.” The word was more of a groan. “And it can’t come soon enough.”

As an obstetrician, Abby figured if she had a dollar for each time she’d heard those words from an expectant mother, she’d be a millionaire.

“I don’t—”

A knock on the door jarred her to a stop. Heart in her throat, she grabbed the blanket and pulled it to her chin. Like it could protect her from whoever was on the other side of that door.

Compassionate green eyes watched her, saw her fear. “It’s all right,” Fiona said. “It’s probably my mother or my brother, Cal. My husband sold two of our horses and went to deliver them to a family in Virginia. He’ll be home Monday afternoon.”

Feeling like an idiot, Abby relaxed her death grip on the blanket and nodded. Of course it couldn’t be Reese. If it was, he certainly wouldn’t announce his presence with a knock.

Fiona opened the door and a tall man with reddish-blond hair and blue eyes deep enough to swim in stepped over the threshold.

The man from the bus station.

The man whose strong arms had easily caught her when she’d dropped like a felled deer.

Abby couldn’t help the flush on her cheeks because, while he didn’t know this, she was embarrassed that she could remember what his arms felt like around her.

And flustered because she wished she could fall into the comfort of them once more.

How long had it been since she’d had someone hold her and offer—

She blinked the thought away. Right now she had to concentrate on getting well and leaving before she brought trouble to this sweet family.

Only then did his uniform register.

The gray shirt, black pants, black tie. And the gold badge placed just over his heart.

He was a cop.

Her heart thudded. She gulped and looked away.

“Hi, there, how are you feeling?”

His deep voice sent shivers all over her. Shivers that had nothing to do with a fever she no longer had. “Hi. Better, thanks.”

Fiona said, “This is Abby Harris. Abby, this is my brother, Callum McIvers.”

Cal smiled, revealing even white teeth. And twin dimples on his clean-shaven face. “But you can call me Cal. All my friends do. Nice to meet you, Ms. Abby Harris. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

He was charming. Oh, my. Abby felt she might need to grab ahold of her heart with both hands before it ruptured from her chest. First he’d rescued her, now he flattered her. “I hear I owe you a thank you.”

“Well, I never could resist a woman falling at my feet.” He winked.

Her flush burned hotter.

Fiona slapped Cal’s arm. “Stop it.”

Cal laughed and cowered from his sister in mock fear. Abby watched their exchange and felt grief pierce her heart. She and Keira used to joke around like that.

“So, Ms. Harris.” His voice turned serious. “What are you doing here in Rose Mountain?”

Pulling in a deep breath, Abby ignored the flash of guilt at using a fake name and shrugged. Hoping she came across as nonchalant, she was seriously afraid she failed. “First of all, please call me Abby. And I … um … well, I decided to take a … vacation. Unfortunately, it looks like I took a little detour instead.”

“Where are you headed?”

Anywhere that took her away from the man after her. “Nowhere specific. I was just going to find a spot that looked nice and quiet and rent a little cabin. Have some time to myself.”

“So you have no reservations somewhere?” His right brow lifted like he had trouble believing her.

Abby sighed and told the truth—at least part of it. “Look, I’ve been working very hard. There’s no mystery here. I decided to take some time off. So I got on a bus that was going in the direction I wanted to go. I’d been traveling for about four days, sightseeing, enjoying the mountains and all that touristy stuff, before I took that header in the bus station.”

“Four days?” Fiona looked shocked.

Abby forced a little laugh. “I know. It sounds crazy, doesn’t it?” Not too crazy, she hoped. After all, it was almost the complete truth. She had decided to stop and find a cabin. She just hadn’t planned on it taking her quite so long to lose her brother-in-law. At least that’s who she thought was following her.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t gotten a very good look at the man.

However, the man in the bus station definitely looked like Reese. That is, if she hadn’t been hallucinating. And if she hadn’t been hallucinating, then all of her evasive tactics had failed.

Cal settled himself in the chair in the corner and she felt his astute gaze on her. It made her want to squirm. He asked, “Do you remember what you said to me right before you passed out?”

Her mind raced. What had she said? “No, sorry, I don’t remember.”

He steepled his fingers under his chin. “You said, ‘Don’t let him get me.’”

Abby flinched. “Are you sure I said that?”

“I’m sure.”

Abby bit her lip and looked away. How should she respond? How could she explain without lying and yet protect herself at the same time.

“Are you in trouble, Abby?”

“Not with the law,” she blurted.

Compassion flickered in his eyes and he exchanged a look with Fiona. She wondered what it meant. Then he asked, “Are you involved in a domestic violence situation?”

Abby blinked. Domestic violence? “Yes, he’s—” She broke off and took a deep breath. “Yes, I suppose you could say that, which is why I probably need to leave. I sure don’t want to repay all of your kindness by bringing trouble to your doorstep.”

Cal’s jaw tightened. “Trust me, if trouble shows up on this doorstep, I’ll be ready for it.”

Abby couldn’t read the exact emotion in his eyes, but Fiona blinked fast like she was holding back tears. Wondering at the sudden tension in the room, Abby waited to see if one of them would enlighten her.

Neither did.

Well, she supposed that was only fair. She wasn’t sharing all of her secrets, either.

“When you’re a bit better, we’ll take you into town to get checked out again by Dylan—or he can come by here,” Fiona offered softly.

“Dylan?” That was the second time his name had mentioned. The doctor? She had a vague recollection of an unfamiliar doctor’s office and a man asking her questions. But all she’d wanted to do was go back to sleep.