Authors: Lora Leigh
Tags: #Romance, #Romantic Suspense Fiction, #Suspense, #Fiction, #Contemporary, #Man-Woman Relationships, #Murder, #Crime, #Erotica, #Ranchers
Cami simply stared straight ahead as Archer Tobias
drove her out of his life.
Cami was leaving again.
CHAPTER 9
Cami’s chest was tight, her throat felt raw and
scratchy. Her eyes ached, and it was all she could do
to breathe without whimpering. The pain seemed to
go all the way to the depths of her soul, and refused to
return to that dark corner she had managed to push it
to years ago.
What was wrong with her?
She stared straight ahead, determined to ignore
Archer and the questions she could feel silently
directed to her.
She hadn’t been aware anyone had paid
attention to the few dates she and Archer had had, or
why anyone would have cared. Especially, why had
Rafer cared enough to have dug up that information?
Focusing her attention on her surroundings rather
than the emotions tempting her to come closer and
peer in, Cami stared at the dash and center console
of the sheriff’s vehicle.
The backseat was enclosed from the front and
the back cargo area with black steel bars and bulletresistant
glass—a laptop, radio, rearview and
navigation screen, cell-phone holder, wireless radio,
and several other electronic gadgets she wasn’t
certain the purpose for. She was in the middle of
electronics paradise and she really didn’t give a
damn. All she wanted to do was demand he turn
around and take her back to Rafe.
And that was the most foolish thing she could do.
She had been there too long already and had done
nothing but add another scar to her heart.
Staring through the window beside her head, she
watched as they turned from Rafer’s driveway and
passed her little aging sedan as it sat with its front
tires buried in the snow that filled the ditch.
She couldn’t believe she had actually found the
strength to walk away from Rafer, because everything
inside her had been demanding she stay. Just as she
couldn’t believe she had actually managed to walk
past her uncle without throwing herself in his arms and
sobbing as she had done as a child.
He had been defending her all her life, she
thought, and she wondered if sometimes he didn’t
grow tired of the constant battles he and her father
had gotten into since she was a child.
She didn’t want him to have to defend her
against her father’s friends as well, such as Archer
had been forced to do here.
She couldn’t believe what she had heard from
him. She had always thought he was so soft-spoken
and kind. To learn he wasn’t affected her far more
deeply than she liked.
This was the same uncle who had defended her
when her father wished she were dead rather than
Jaymi, at Jaymi’s funeral. The uncle Cami had always
thought she could depend upon to care for her, no
matter what choices she might make in life.
“You okay, Cami?” Archer asked, his voice
gentle as she continued to stare into the snow-buried
landscape they passed.
The gentleness in his voice had her throat
tightening further, had emotions threatening to swamp
her. He’d been one of Jaymi and Tye’s best friends
as well, and over the years had become one of hers.
“You know,” he said when she didn’t answer, “if
there’s something I need to know about, then now
might be the best time to tell me, sweetheart.”
She knew what he was asking, and the fact that
he felt the need had the emotion tightening her throat
instantly easing as frustration tightened her jaw
instead. “He didn’t rape me, nor did he attempt to
murder me, if that’s what you’re asking,” she informed
Archer, as she turned and directed the full measure of
anger churning in her on him instead.
“Well now, I didn’t think he had been, but it’s my
job to ask.”
“I was unaware that investigating stupid
questions and obviously slanderous accusations was
part of your job description.”
“Normally it’s not,” he assured her. “But
sometimes with some people it’s better to deal with it
and get it over with before moving on.”
The Callahan cousins were accused often of all
manner of crimes, he had once told her.
“At least they have one friend,” she sighed. “I was
beginning to wonder.”
“I’m not the only one, Cami, but as you’ve
probably learned by now, it doesn’t do any good to
argue with those who aren’t their friends.”
Of course it didn’t. They were the fathers, the
mothers, the aunts and uncles who had first followed
the dictates the barons had first given where the
cousins were concerned.
“Yeah, Jaymi learned that one,” she sighed. She
remembered those days far too clearly sometimes.
“Your sister was a fine woman, but she was more
a rebel than anyone wanted to admit after her death.
But, even more, she lived her life as she felt best, as
she wanted to. That’s really all you can do as well
Cami. If Rafe is what you want, then that’s what you
should have. Don’t let this town’s pettiness affect that.
And you and Rafe have plenty of us friends willing to
stand by you if the barons decide there are other
ways to make their grandsons’ lives miserable.”
She could hear a mild chastisement in his voice
and she didn’t understand where it had come from or
what made him believe there was anything between
her and Rafe that would warrant it.
“We’re not lovers, Archer.” She turned, glancing
at his profile before staring through the windshield to
avoid his gaze. As lies went, even she wasn’t certain
of the lie in that one.
“I never said you were. But, if I were you, I’d
remember it was no one’s business if you were.
You’re an adult, not a child to be ordered about.”
Neither did she need anyone attempting to push
her closer in Rafer’s direction. She was going to feel
like a bone between a gang of dogs very soon.
She suddenly remembered her sister Jaymi
making a similar comment the summer she had died,
while she and Rafer had been living together, or
rather, sleeping together.
“Do you ever see the ignorance in this war
against them?” she said as she turned to him. “I’ve
never understood why his family disowned him, or why
everyone made the decisions to either follow suit, or
secretly befriend them.”
Archer grimaced. “If you figure that one out, then
why don’t you let me know about it?”
“Do you have any idea why?” she asked.
Archer breathed out harshly. “You know, Cami,
I’ve known those boys all my life. My father knew all
their parents and worked for their grandparents, but I
don’t think I’ve ever heard why they disowned them. It
might be interesting to know, though.”
She hoped he had better luck than she had in
finding out because so far she didn’t have a clue.
Even her sister hadn’t been able to explain to Cami or
to herself, why it had happened.
She knew the Callahan brothers Rafe, Logan,
and Crowe’s fathers had married three heiresses who
had already been engaged to three men their fathers
had chosen for them. Once those three women had
met the Callahan brothers, their hearts had been lost
forever, though.
Still, that wasn’t reason enough to try to frame
their only children more than twenty years later for the
vicious rapes, torture, and murders of the six young
women who had died twelve years ago. Nor was it
reason enough to hate three children, as those young
men had been hated in their youth.
“Why do it?” she murmured, almost to herself.
“Do what?” Archer was obviously paying close
attention to everything she was saying.
“Why hate the sons so viciously for whatever their
fathers had done?”
And that was what her sister had suspected was
behind the animosity directed toward the cousins.
Whoever had targeted the cousins’ fathers had
immediately turned their attention to the cousins once
their parents had died.
“Did you know Jaymi and her boss were both
threatened when she was seeing Rafe, just before
she died?”
Cami turned to look at Archer, watching as he
threw her a dark frown.
“No one mentioned that, even Rafe, and we’ve
seen each other and discussed Jaymi’s death a time
or two since the charges were dropped.”
“She was trying to keep Rafe from knowing about
the harassment she was dealing with,” she told him.
“But she began getting calls after he would leave at
night, or the next morning. Threats, filthy accusations.
The Gillespies pulled the babysitting job she had
watching their granddaughter, and someone called
Dad and warned him that she would be ‘punished’ if
she didn’t sever the relationship.”
Archer’s gaze flicked back to her as he slowed
down, obviously trying to make the drive longer as he
grew more curious.
“Did she know who it was?”
Cami shook her head. “She never knew who was
calling her. But she finally did break things off when
her boss came to the apartment to talk to her the night
before the last social she attended with me, Rafer,
and his cousins. He was warned that if Jaymi didn’t
stop seeing Rafe and he didn’t fire her, then they
would burn down the pharmacy. He was so scared he
was shaking.”
“The man that killed Jaymi was linked to the other
women’s deaths as well,” Archer mused. “Only a few
of them had a connection to Rafe and his cousins.”
“I’m not saying it wasn’t him,” she told Archer. “I
don’t know anything more than that. Two weeks after
the pharmacy owner came to the house, Jaymi was
dead and her killer was dead.”
Archer was silent for long moments. “My dad was
sheriff then,” he said. “I asked him about it. He said
there were no ties between the cousins and the killer
at all. Nothing tied the six women together, and he
couldn’t remember seeing the Callahan cousins with
any of the women that summer except Jaymi.”
“And everyone wanted so desperately to believe
they had killed Jaymi,” Cami said softly. “Archer,
didn’t your father ever question any of this?” Archer
gave a tight shake of his head. “I argued with him over
that at the time. Not that it helped.”
“None of it ties together, no matter how I try to
find a way to understand it.” And she needed to
understand it.
Archer grunted. “And that’s exactly how their
lawyer managed to get the charges dropped,” he
reminded her. “The fact that the DNA that came back