Carla Cassidy - Guardian Cowboy

But you thought you knew Adam and he turned out to be a serial killer, a little voice reminded him.

He clenched his hands a little tighter around the steering wheel as he thought about Adam Benson.

Adam had been one of the lost boys who had wound up at the ranch with the others. Sawyer had grown up with the man, worked side-by-side with him and had never seen a hint of the monster hiding inside the man.

It wasn’t until Adam had decided in his sick mind that Cassie had to die that all his crimes were uncovered. Thankfully, Dillon had shot Adam just before he’d killed Cassie with an ax. Adam had not only tried to kill Cassie, he’d also killed a new hire at the ranch.

But most horrifying of all was the discovery that, years ago, he’d killed seven teenagers because he hadn’t thought they were good enough to work for Big Cass Holiday.

So, was one of his “brothers” hiding a dark side? Did one of them have a secret crush on Janis and had spray-painted the building because she’d hooked up with Sawyer? He just had trouble believing that of any one of them.

So, who else had been in the bar at closing time to know?

It was definitely possible Zeke Osmond had done it as a childish attempt to get revenge on Janis for dumping a beer on him. That would be in keeping with the nasty personality of the man.

Zeke worked on the Humes’s ranch next to the Holiday property. All the men who worked for Raymond Humes shared the common trait of being nasty troublemakers. The bad blood between the Humes and the Holiday Ranch cowboys was the stuff of legend.

If Zeke was responsible for this, Sawyer would have no problem taking him to the woodshed, so to speak. No man should do something like this to a woman...ever.

He could only imagine the gossip that would have fired through the small town if morning had come and the spray-painted words had been seen by everyone. Bitterroot was a place that loved its gossip.

He didn’t know who was responsible and he was confused about his feelings toward Janis.

Normally, Sawyer was a man who took his time when it came to romancing a woman. Sometimes he took so long the woman lost interest. But he intended to only be married once, so it was important that he got it right.

Lately he’d been thinking a lot about love and marriage. Maybe it was because so many of his friends had gotten hitched in the past year. And he wanted children. He wanted to be the kind of father he used to dream about having as a little boy.

Was Janis his forever woman? He had no idea. Everything had happened so fast with her. He’d invited her out to dinner because he’d felt obligated after the night before.

But he’d enjoyed her company throughout the evening. He’d noticed that she was pretty before, but having her all to himself instead of seeing her in the bar had been surprisingly exciting.

Something about the sparkle in her caramel-brown eyes drew him in. Her smile and her easy laughter were more than a little bit sexy. There was no question he was attracted to her in a way he hadn’t been before.

And he’d already slept with her and didn’t remember it.

When he reached the Holiday Ranch, he pulled his truck into the oversize shed that held all the cowboys’ personal vehicles. In the distance was the big, two-story house where Cassie and Dillon lived. In the opposite direction was the bunkhouse.

The bunkhouse was set up like a motel with twelve small units that housed each of the men. At the back of the building was the dining and rec room. Cord Cully, aka Cookie, provided three meals a day for the ranch hands.

It had been in the dining room that Cassie and Dillon had gotten married on Valentine’s Day. All the cowboys and their wives and girlfriends had been invited. Sawyer had attended the event alone.

Janis was right. Love and marriage had definitely been in the air in Bitterroot over the past several months. Maybe that’s what had Sawyer thinking more and more about marriage.

He entered his bunk and tossed his hat on the bed. The room was small, with a single bed against one wall and a chest of drawers on the other. There was a closet and an adjoining bathroom. The only things decorating the walls were pictures of Sawyer with his mother that he’d taken with him on the night he’d run away.

He sank down onto the edge of the bed and dragged a hand through his hair. Janis Little is a whore. Yes, it was very possible Zeke had done it, a bit of childish revenge for a dropped drink. Hopefully this would be the end of it.

But if it wasn’t Zeke, then who in the hell would do such a terrible thing?

Chapter 3

It was almost noon before Janis pulled herself up and out of bed the next day. She’d been up late listening to Miguel and James work outside.

There was no way to describe the shock and horror of the night before. Of all the things that could have been painted on the building, the word “whore” had taken her back to some very painful teenage years. Years that she preferred to not think about ever again for the rest of her life.

She now made herself a cup of coffee and then sat on the chair on one side of the bed to drink it. Aside from the horrifying discovery at the end of the night, she’d thoroughly enjoyed her time with Sawyer.

Physically, she was very drawn to him. The copper of his eyes was both warm and a bit unusual. His cinnamon-colored hair was a bit too long and with more than a hint of curl. It begged for fingers to dance through the thick strands. His face was all interesting lines and angles weathered to a beautiful bronze and he had a smile that warmed everyone in proximity.

She had also thoroughly enjoyed their conversation. She’d found him both intelligent and fun. Smart and with a good sense of humor, it was a heady combination in a man.

Oh, yes, she was definitely drawn to him. But she doubted she would hear from him again unless it was on a Saturday night when he came into the bar with his buddies for drinks.

Who would want to be with a woman somebody had called a whore? Why on earth would he want to get involved in this kind of drama? And, as if being called a whore wasn’t bad enough, he thought she’d fallen into bed with him without having any kind of a real relationship with him at all.

She’d wanted to tell him the truth last night, but everything had ended on such a bad note, she hadn’t gotten it done. And she needed to tell him. If nothing else, so that he knew she wasn’t the kind of woman to just fall in bed with a random guy.

She shoved away thoughts of Sawyer, finished her coffee and went into the bathroom for a long shower. Her work schedule today was from three to closing time at midnight. The bar was open until midnight Mondays through Thursdays, and then stayed open until two on Fridays and Saturday nights. The place opened at eleven thirty every day.

Sundays, the bar was closed and Janis usually had the day off on Thursdays. However, she intended to talk to Gary about working without pay for the next couple of Thursdays to pay back whatever he’d had to give the men who had painted the building the night before.

She dressed in the T-shirt that advertised the bar across the chest and jeans that were her usual uniform. She then turned on the small television on the dresser in an effort to find something to take her mind off Sawyer and the horrible spray-painted message.

At least the weather report was for a nice spring warm-up over the next few days. Everyone would welcome nicer temperatures without the blustery wind.

By three o’clock she was more than ready to go to work. She was sick of her own brooding and ready to visit with the patrons who came in.

The minute she entered the bar proper, Annie rushed over to her. “Guess what I heard?” she asked.