The Texas Ranger's Family (4 page)

Kit didn't comment.

“Is she?”

“Is she what?”

“Attractive.”

“Yes.”

Cy waited for his friend to continue. “Just yes?”

“Yes. Just
yes
!”

“Whoa! For you to clam up like this means she must really be a knockout. Right?”

“That's not what's important here.”

“The hell it isn't! I've been there, remember?”

“I do remember. Vividly. That's why I called you.” Cy had ended up marrying the woman he'd been protecting.

“You shouldn't have any trouble with the captain. No matter how you do it, he knows Kit Saunders always gets his man. But he'll give you the same advice he gave me. Be careful you don't cross the line.”

Kit knew exactly what his friend meant. A strong attraction could complicate a case while you were trying to remain professional. “That won't happen to me. This woman's in shock.”

“So was Kellie. But it wore off. When it wears off for Mrs. Harris, that's the time to worry.”

“Thanks for the warning, Cy,” he muttered. “Give my best to Kellie. Talk to you later.”

He ended the call and dialed TJ. Might as well run it by him. Depending on the captain's answer, Kit would have some preparations to make before eleven in the morning when he saw
her
again. He'd have to keep his head down and try to concentrate on his work instead of those eyes, green as lush spring grass.

* * *

N
ATALIE
HAD
ALREADY
used up a week of her ten-day paid leave for family bereavement. She was thankful for a few more days to play with her golden-haired daughter before going back to work.

She was just the sweetest little thing, Natalie thought, as Amy ambled around the house on fairly steady legs, pushing her little grocery cart. Natalie adored her and sang her favorite songs over and over again while she got her dressed and fed her breakfast.

One day Amy would have to know about her father, but that time wouldn't come for years yet. Since he hadn't been around at all since moving to the hotel, she rarely said “dada.” Her vocabulary consisted of about twenty words. She loved her farm animals and had
cow
and
pig
down pat. Amy particularly loved the “Eensy Weensy Spider” song and always said the word
spout
very loudly when the time came.

At quarter to eleven Natalie let Amy drink her milk from a sippy cup then put her down for a nap and sang nursery rhymes until the toddler's eyelids fluttered closed. After tiptoeing from the bedroom, Natalie walked back to the kitchen to clean off the high chair and straighten up. The Ranger would be arriving in a few minutes.

She hurried into the bathroom to give her hair a brush-through and put on some lipstick. Today she'd dressed in a blue-and-white print blouse with jeans and sandals. When her cell rang, she went to her bedroom where she'd left it on the bedside table.

She knew when she saw that there was no name on the Caller ID that it had to be him. Miles. The two hang-up calls had come in on her landline. She clicked Answer. Maybe he wouldn't be coming, after all. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Harris? Ranger Saunders here. How are you this morning?”

The vibrancy of his deep voice curled through her. “I'm fine, thank you.”

“If I didn't know better, I'd believe you. I'll be by in a minute. I'll be driving a dark red Altima and I'll come to the front door this time. You mentioned putting your little girl down for a nap—I'll knock so I don't disturb her.”

“That's very considerate of you. I'll listen for your knock.”

“All right, then.” He clicked off.

Natalie left her bedroom and paused at the nursery door. She'd played hard with Amy and figured she'd stay asleep for an hour, but probably no longer. By that time, presumably, the Ranger would have finished whatever it was he needed to do and gone.

The news had been shocking enough when she'd learned that Rod had been found shot. But whatever news the Ranger still had to share couldn't possibly be as ghastly as what she'd learned about her husband yesterday.
He'd committed murder.

Rod hadn't even been his name... She shuddered to think that she'd been married to him all that time.
They'd had a baby together.
Natalie felt violated. She hadn't slept well.

She was still deep in torturous thought when she reached the living room and heard a soft knock. As she opened the door, another shock awaited her. The Ranger who'd left her home yesterday had been so transformed she almost didn't recognize him except for those fabulous hazel eyes and dark brown hair.

Standing in front of her was a tall, well-honed priest carrying a suitcase. He wore a traditional, short-sleeved, tab-collared clergy shirt in a vivid blue color and a pair of black pants. His white collar stood in contrast with the tan of his complexion, and even more brilliant was his smile. It took her breath.

“If you'll invite me in, I'll explain.”

Natalie had been staring at him. His remark caused the blood to rush to her face. She opened the door wider so he could pass.

He put the suitcase down on the floor in the small entry hall before following her into the living room. “Your daughter is asleep?”

She nodded. “Please sit down. Can I offer you coffee or a soda?”

“Nothing for me, thanks.” This time he opted for the couch while she chose the same chair as before.

“Once in a while we get a case that requires full-time watch to protect an endangered party. After talking to my captain, I see two ways to go about handling your case. We can continue to guard you with a surveillance crew outside your house 24/7 or you can have someone living with you on the inside.”

Her pulse started to race. “When you say someone, do you mean
you
?”

“That's right. How would you feel if your fictitious cousin Todd Segal from Wyoming spent his retreat from his parish here, to help you through your bereavement for the next week or so? The choice is yours, of course, but I'd prefer to protect you myself.”

The gorgeous Ranger was resourceful, too. She was awed. “I have to admit you look the part.” Inwardly she was shaken by the idea of his living in her home.

“Good.” His lips twitched. “Being a priest who happens to be your only living relative, aside from your absentee father, won't raise any eyebrows. Those who know your situation will be happy you have someone from the clergy who is family and looking after you since losing your husband. I'll be able to protect you while I carry out the investigation.”

Natalie couldn't sit still and got up from the chair. “You think that inmate who escaped with Rod is after the money, don't you?”

He studied her features. “I only mentioned him in passing. After eight years, anything's possible. We have no idea what new contacts Rod's made in that time. I've barely scratched the surface of this investigation. How soon do you plan to go back to work, by the way?”

“On Wednesday.”

“That'll have to change, I'm afraid. Until the culprit is caught, it's not safe for your little girl to be left with your friend. This person might resort to kidnapping to get the money.”

The color drained from Natalie's face but the Ranger quickly continued.

“Since we don't want any harm to come to you or your daughter, it makes the most sense for you to stay home and take care of her until we know it's safe for you to go back to work. This is an emergency situation. My boss will make the arrangements with Mr. Willard at the pharmacy so your position isn't jeopardized while you take more time off.”

Natalie could hardly keep up. She was reeling. “Thank you for that.”

“The sooner we can get this case solved, the sooner you can get back to the life you've made for yourself. While you're home, we can work more quickly.”

We?
“What can I do to help?”

“I need to know your husband's habits, his friends. I'll be going through your personal accounts and phone records. Did he have a laptop?”

“Yes, but he took it with him.”

“It wasn't found at the hotel, but the police impounded his car. Maybe it will have turned up there, along with his cell phone. I'll find out when I get the forensics report. Have you gotten rid of any clothes and belongings he may have left here?”

“He only left a few things behind. I don't want anything he owned. I don't even want to see it. Whatever was found at the hotel can be donated or thrown out.”

“I'll let them know. As for his things here, we can go through them together. You might recognize clues that wouldn't make sense to anyone else. I guess the crucial question is...would you be uncomfortable with me staying here for a while? Will it make your daughter unhappy? If the answer is yes to either of those questions, then I'll have you watched and proceed on my own.”

Everything was happening so fast she could barely process it. Natalie put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. “I can tell you'd prefer working from here.”

“I would. I came dressed for the part, just in case.” He sensed her hesitation. “But please don't let that sway you. We'll get the job done either way.”

He seemed decent up front. She didn't know why, especially given the way Rod had deceived her, but she trusted him even though they hardly knew each other. “I want this menace gone from my life as soon as possible. I have confidence in you.”

“Thank you for that. My gut tells me the person who ransacked your house isn't finished, and if I'm here 'round the clock I may be able to speed up the process of catching him. But you have to be absolutely comfortable with the decision.”

She'd been pacing the floor but came to a standstill. With her own personal Texas Ranger guarding her and Amy day and night, what was there to be worried about? “I
am
comfortable with it,” she stated quietly, “but I don't have an extra bedroom.”

“That's not a problem. I have a bedroll out in the car. I can put it down anywhere. Hopefully, I won't prove too much of an inconvenience.”

“If there's any inconvenience, it will be my daughter waking you up in the middle of the night when she starts crying. It doesn't happen very often, but I'm warning you now her lungs are in perfect working order.”

His half smile melted her insides.

“While she's asleep I'll go out to the car and bring in my bedroll and groceries.”

“Groceries?

“I told you I came prepared. I stopped at the store on the way here. I'll put my things in the den, out of sight.”

He'd thought of everything, she marveled. “Let me give you the second remote for the garage so you can pull your car in. I've got an extra house key for you, too. I asked Rod to give them back to me when he left for good.”

“Thank you.” He followed her into the kitchen where she started searching through a drawer.

“How soon do you think the police will release his car?”

“I'll find out tomorrow.”

“I only ask because the baby quilt I made for Amy is missing. I can't think why it would be in his car, but it's the only place I haven't looked. We only ever went places as a family in my car. He said his was for business only.”

“Everything they found when it was impounded will be returned to you.”

She nodded and handed him the key chain with the remote.

“Be right back.”

* * *

S
O
FAR
,
SO
GOOD
.

Kit walked outside, aware the surveillance team was still parked a little ways down the street. He phoned them and told them they could leave, but he wanted them back at six-thirty in the morning.

After activating the remote, he drove into the straightened-up garage and then pulled Natalie's car inside, next to the laundry room door. He got out and made a first trip into the house with the groceries.

While she put the items away, he went back for his tool bag and suitcase. He took his things to the den with its floor-to-ceiling bookcase on one wall. The entertainment center took up the other wall. He noticed more framed pictures on the end tables; pictures of Natalie with a woman he guessed must be her mother.

He could see where Natalie Harris got her beauty. And the barefoot little girl in a ruffled, lemon-colored top and shorts who now came into the den with one of her push toys had the look of both of them. She stopped short of bumping into Kit's shoe and looked up at him with her grayish-green eyes.

Was she about to cry at seeing a stranger? It didn't even matter—Kit decided she was the cutest little girl he'd ever seen.

Natalie had come into the den and leaned down to address her daughter. “Amy? This is Ranger Saunders. He's going to stay with us for a while.”

“Ranger Saunders is too hard to say. You can call me Kit.”

Surprised, Natalie stood. “Kit? I thought you said your name was Miles.”

“It is, but most people call me Kit. It's my nickname.” He hunkered down next to Amy. “Hi, honey. What's your name?”

“Tell him you're called Amy,” her mother urged. “You can say it. Ay-mee.”

“Me,” her daughter mimicked, leaving out the
A
.

He smiled and pointed to his chest. “I'm Kit. Kit.”

“You can tell her mind is working on it,” Natalie murmured.

“Kit,” the little girl finally pronounced.

“Yes.” He nodded, pleased she'd picked it up so quickly. “I'm Kit, and you're Amy. Now what's that toy you're pushing?”

She immediately started moving it around, showing him she understood.

“That makes a fun noise,” he said, encouraging her.

Pretty soon she'd circled the room. When she looked to see his reaction and smiled, it tugged on his emotions.