Authors: Beverly Barton
Joe halted several feet away from her. “Kate has lunch ready. Won't you come back inside and eat with us?"
"Yes, of course, I will," Andi replied. "I would never do anything to offend Kate. I know she's as distraught over what has happened with Russ and Eddie as Doli and I are."
"If I need to apologize—"
"You don't!" Andi's gaze locked with Joe's, and for one timeless moment she felt light-headed. Breaking eye contact, she shifted her feet back and forth in the dry soil, sending tiny dust storms up and about her ankles.
"Both J.T. and Kate have mentioned several times over the past few years that Doli has been having problems with Russ." Joe stood rigid as a statue, his hands tense, his expression guarded. "But I didn't mean to imply that I thought he had killed Bobby Yazzi."
"There isn't much point in our having this conversa-tion, is there? Even if you don't believe that Russ is a murderer, you are convinced that however Russ and Eddie are involved with Bobby, Russ is somehow the one to blame."
"Why must you put words in my mouth?"
“Are you denying that you think Russ somehow influ-enced Eddie, that he's the one who got the two of them into trouble?"
"No, I cannot deny that I don't think Eddie would be in this situation on his own. But that doesn't mean I—"
“Why is it that you can so easily be judge, jury and executioner, when you don't have all the facts?" Andi walked over and stood in front of him, then lifted her head and glared into his solemn eyes.
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"Damn," Joe cursed under his breath.
Andi trembled from head to toe. She balled her hands into tight fists as she held them on either side of her hips. With only the slightest provocation, she could easily pum-mel that broad chest, venting years of anger and frustra-tion on his hard body. Joe had discovered her father's crime, and without giving him the benefit of the doubt or trying to understand what had motivated Russell, he had arrested a good man for one forgivable error in judgment. Joe had judged Russell Lapahie guilty and unknowingly sentenced him to death. The fact that Joe had not been the one who pulled the trigger on the gun that killed her father did not make him any the less guilty of his exe-cution.
And it didn't help any more now than it had been five years ago that Joe felt guilty, that he was filled with re-morse. She understood that Joe never meant to harm her father, but all the regrets in the world couldn't change what had happened, couldn't bring Russell back to life. And no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to trust Joe.Never again. She had trusted him com-pletely once, and not only had he betrayed her trust in him, but he had run away instead of staying and facing the consequences of his actions.
“Maybe it's best if you and I don't see each other again after today," Joe said. "Any information I have, I can pass along to you through a third party. Kate or—"
"Wrong." Andi glowered at him, her heartbeat drum-ming inside her head. “If you think, for one minute, that I'm going to let you go after Russ and Eddie alone,then you'd better think again. Wherever you go and whatever you do from now until the moment we find those boys, I'm going to be your shadow."
"No, you won't. I don't need you or want you. . ." Joe hesitated, shifted mental gears,then cleared his throat. "You'll just get in the way."
"I don't care what you want. I'm coming with you and that's that."
“No. J.T. and I can handle things. We are both trained for this type of situation. You are not. So just get any ideas you have of tagging along with us out of your head. You are not going."
Andi punched him in the center of his chest with her index finger. "You just try to stop me."
Chapter 3
Ihave no intention of giving Joe a choice in the matter! He's not leaving me out of the search for Russ and Eddie.Andi was determined to be involved in every aspect of the hunt. She couldn't trust Joe, not when it came to her brother's life. The initial meeting at Kate and Ed White-horn's earlier today had been less than productive. She'd found Joe to be as stubborn and unbending as he'd been five years ago, when his
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go-by-the-rules-at-any-cost atti-tude had destroyed her father.
Remembering Russell Lapahie still evoked a mixture of emotions within Andi, but foremost a great sense of loss. The man had been a father she'd barely known, and to this day she felt cheated by his death.
Only six months before that fateful day when Russell had taken his own life, she had been living in South Carolina, the daughter of wealthy, socially prominent parents, with her life as a socialite all mapped out for her. She'd been practically engaged to a childhood friend, Tyler Markey IV, an up--and-coming young state senator. But every-thing had changed when her parents decided to divorce, the result of her father's adulterous affair with a girl half his age. Distraught and filled with rage, Rosemary Stephens had blurted out to Andi that Randall Stephens wasn't even her real father. At that moment, Andi realized why she'd al-ways felt different, as if she didn't quite fit into her par-ents' neat little world. And it had suddenly made sense why she had never felt loved by the man she'd thought was her father.
“It happened while I was in New Mexico with friends, shortly before I marriedyour. . .before I married Randall," Rosemary had explained. "He was a handsome young Navajo man, and we were instantly attracted to each other. The affair lasted for one glorious week. He was so smitten that he asked me to marry him. But, of course, that was out of the question. He was poor. I was rich. He was an Indian and I was—"
"You were a bigot," Andi had all but screamed at her mother. "He was good enough to have sex with, but not good enough to marry."
"I didn't love Russell," Rosemary had admitted. "It was hot sex and nothing more. I'm sorry, Andrea, but that's the truth."
"Russell? His name isRussell. . .what?"
"Lapahie.Russell Lapahie. He lived on the reservation. His dream was to be a Tribal police officer."
"Is he still alive?" Andi had asked.
"I have no idea." Rosemary had gasped when she re-alized her daughter's intentions. "You aren't thinking of trying to find him, are you? Darling, he has no idea you even exist."
Two weeks after that revealing conversation with her mother, Andi had headed west. In search of a father who didn't know his brief affair with a vacationing Southern belle had resulted in a child. In search of a heritage that had been denied her, a birthright she had every intention of claiming. That had been five-and-a-half years ago.
As Andi drove her white Ford Expedition up to the open gates at the end of the long stretch of road leading from the main highway, the Blackwood's house came into view.A sprawling , Spanish stucco built only seven years ago, the home of her dear friend Joanna seemed as wel-coming as ever. But just how welcome would she be, now that Joe was back and J.T. was joining forces with him to find their young kinsman, Joe's nephew and J.T.'s cousin?
The moment she pulled up beside the vehicle she rec-ognized as Joe's rental car, Andi's stomach knotted pain-fy. He'd said his goodbyes to her at his sister's house and had assured her that he'd contact her when he had any news of Russ and Eddie. Despite her protests, Joe Ornelas had dismissed her and left for the Blackwood ranch shortly after lunch. If he'd thought she wouldn't follow him, then he didn't know her very well.Of course, he doesn't know you!aninner voice taunted.He never did.
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Before Andi's foot even hit the ground, Joanna Black-wood, round and rosy in her eighth month of pregnancy, came waddling out of the house. Her long red hair hung down her back in a cascading ponytail. Turquoise-and-silver earrings dangled in her ears, and a flowing white-and-aqua striped tent dress hit her mid-calf. Andi had al-ways thought that Joanna was a lovely woman, and the bloom of pregnancy only added to her beauty.
"You were expecting me, weren't you?" Andi smiled as she approached her friend, who waited on the wide, expansive veranda.
Grinning, Joanna nodded. "Joe arrived about an hour ago, so I assumed you wouldn't be far behind."
“Where is he?'' Andi hugged Joanna, then pulled back, looked at her swollen tummy and gave it a gentle pat. "You're bigger than you were last week."
"If the ultrasound hadn't shown us differently, I'd swear I was having twins again." Joanna placed both hands atop her stomach. "Joe's in the den with J.T. They're talking strategy. Want to join them?"
Andi laughed as she laced her arm through Joanna's. “You know that Joe all but forbid me to interfere.
He told me that he'd keep in touch through you or Kate, and in-form me when he had any news about the boys."
"Typical macho man."Joanna led Andi inside, into the large, terra-cotta tiled foyer. "But my guess is that neither Joe nor J.T. will be surprised to see you.Espe-cially not my J.T. He's gotten to know you pretty well these past five years and he's acquainted with your mile-wide stubborn streak."
"I'm not going to let Joe bully me. I have every right to be involved in the search. I may not have his qualifi-cations, but—"
"Save your arguments for Joe. I'm on your side, re-member? We women have to stick together against our ultra-masculine Navajo males."
"Joe isn'tmyNavajo male," Andi reminded her friend.
Joanna eyed the silver-and-turquoise bracelet that adorned Andi's wrist. "Then why are you wearing his brand?"
Why, indeed! Andi fingered the magnificent piece of jewelry, handcrafted by Joe and J.T.'s great-grandfather, Benjamin Greymountain. The sentimentally priceless bracelet had been a gift from Joe on her twenty-fifth birth-day, shortly before her father's death.
"It's the most beautiful piece of jewelry I own, but I wore it today for a reason. I'm going to give it back to Joe. I would have given it to him five years ago, if he hadn't left in such a hurry. He didn't stick around long enough even to say goodbye."
"And you still resent his speedy departure," Joanna commented. "Admit it to yourself, even if you won't ad-mit it to me—you still care about Joe. Otherwise, you'd already have found someone else."
"I think we've had this conversation before, haven't we? But I'll tell you again—I don't care about Joe.
He means nothing to me. And as you well know, I've had several interesting men in my life during the past few years, so that should prove I haven't been pining away for some lost love."
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"Just how many of those interesting men lasted longer than a couple of months?" Joanna asked. "Not one of those relationships got beyond the kissing—''
Much to Andi's relief, Joanna's assessment of her love life, or lack thereof, was cut short by the interruption of two redheaded twin toddlers. Annabelle grabbed her mother's right leg as her brother Benjamin manacled the left. They gazed up at Andi with their father's dark eyes. Then a tall, lanky boy of six entered the foyer, halting abruptly when he saw his young siblings attached to Joanna.
"Hi, Andi," the black-haired, green-eyed boy said. "Sorry, Mama, but they got away from me before I knew what was happening." John Thomas Blackwood acted if he were a grown-up, though he was nothing more than a child himself. J.T. and Joanna's eldest had been born an old soul, a protector and a caretaker. Every time Andi was around the boy she sensed his ancient spirit.
"It's all right, honey. No one can keep up with these two." Joanna pried the twins away from her legs and grasped each one by a hand, keeping them separated by her body. Then she turned to Andi. "It's almost supper-time, so I need to get my brood cleaned up and ready to eat. You know where J.T.'s den is. Feel free to interrupt, and tell Joe and him that Rita will be serving dinner in about thirty minutes."
"I intend to tell them more thanthat."Andi's voice was edged with tension.
"What's wrong, Andi?" John Thomas asked. "Are you angry with my daddy?"
"Good heavens, no," Andi said. "I'm angry with—"
Joanna cleared her throat.
"I'm a little annoyed with your cousin Joe," Andi amended.
"I like Joe," John Thomas told her. "He brought me an Atlanta Braves cap and a baseball signed by Chipper Jones."
Andi forced a smile. Joanna chuckled under her breath, then shooed her brood down the hall, leaving Andi alone in the foyer.Okay, get this over with,she told herself.Walk right into J.T.'s den and tell those infuriating, old-fashioned, domineering men that in order to represent the Lapahie family, you insist on having a personal involve-ment in the search for Russ and Eddie.
J.T. handed Joe a bottle of beer, then sat across from him in a huge wing chair upholstered in a striking Navajo blanket-style fabric, a mate to Joe's chair. Joe liked the masculine look of the room, which he thought reflected his cousin's mixed heritage and his own unique person-ality quite well. It was obvious that the woman who had decorated this room not only knew J.T. well, but cared deeply for him. His cousin was a lucky man to have found someone like Joanna.
Crossing one leg over the other, J.T. shook his head. "There's no evidence that the boys were involved in the crime."
"Circumstantial evidence at best," Joe agreed. "They were seen running from Bobby Yazzi's home shortly after gunshots were fired, which places them with Bobby at the time of his death. And they haven't turned themselves in to the police, whichmakes them look guilty of something, even if they're not."
"Do you think they're guilty of something other than being scared kids?" J.T. asked,then took a swig from his beer.
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