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“I
'm going to kill him!”
Ally Kendal ripped the slim plastic bag from under her windshield wiper and stuffed it into her pocket. She got into her battered truck, backed out of her driveway with a screech of tires, and drove the five minutes into the center of Spring Falls. She was barely aware of anything except the red mist before her eyes and the urge to wrap her fingers around Rob Ward's neck and finish him off once and for all.
There was only one parking space left outside the small historic building that doubled as the courthouse and the sheriff's department. She slammed out of the truck, into the reception area, and straight through the metal detector, which thankfully didn't go off.
“Hey, miss, hold up.”
Too intent on her prey, Ally ignored the uniformed officer and headed down the narrow hallway to the door marked
SHERIFF'S OFFICE
.
She entered without knocking, saw the source of her troubles sitting at his desk, and marched right on up to him. He flicked a glance at her.
“Hey, Rich, can I call you back? Something's come up.”
He put the phone down with a decisive click and looked beyond her to the officer who had just caught up to her at the door.
“I've got this, Jeff. You can go back out front.”
His pale blue eyes contained no hint of his feelings as he turned to study her from head to toe.
“What can I do for you, Ms. Kendal?”
His polite, lazy drawl made her clench her jaw so hard her teeth hurt. She yanked the plastic bag out of her pocket and held it out.
“You can stop giving me frickin' tickets!”
His frown was so genuine that if she hadn't known him better, she might have doubted herself.
“I haven't given you a ticket since the day you arrived back in town.”
“Yeah, when I had to park on the street for a pathetic
half hour
while I cleared a space on the driveway.” She waved the bag. “So what's this? A mirage?”
He held out his hand, and she tossed the package onto his desk and waited, her foot tapping as he unfolded the single sheet of paper.
“Did you actually read this? It isn't from the Spring Falls Sheriff's Department.”
Ally leaned across and snatched the paper from his unresisting fingers. His smile was so condescending she wanted to scream.
“It's from your local homeowners association. They want you to water your lawn every night and put your trash cans away after the garbage collection.”
She bent her head to read the note, allowing her long dark hair to shield her blush. After reluctantly paying the first ticket, she'd chucked the rest of the letters unopened in the garbage without reading them.
Shit, now what was she going to do?
“Can these people actually enforce this?”
He regarded her steadily, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head. Damn, he looked good. He was thirty: Why couldn't he have developed a paunch and thinning hair like most guys his age while she'd been gone? It was typical of him to try and undermine her by still looking hot.
“It depends. Was your mom's place part of a homeowners association?”
She put her hands on her hips. “How would I know?”
“If you're getting mail from them, I'd assume it was. You'll need to check.”
“But I don't intend to live in the house, just clear it out, sell, and leave.”
Rob raised his eyebrows. “You're gonna leave again? Who'd have thought it?”
Ally sighed. “Don't try and be sarcastic, Rob. What did you expect me to do? Settle down?”
“Why not? Even though my parents have retired to Florida, Spring Falls is a great place to live. That's why I'm still here.”
God, he was so arrogant. “Why is that? I thought you were planning to go away to college with me and never come back.”
He shrugged. “Things changed after you dumped me. I didn't want you to think you'd run me out of my own hometown as well. After college, I decided I'd rather come back and live in the place I loved.”
“After
I
left, I never thought about you at all.”
His blue gaze sharpened. “Yeah, I should imagine guilt does that to a person. Much easier to pretend you never slept with my best friend and dumped me right before our engagement party.”
Ally took a deep, calming breath and wished she'd kept her mouth shut. “All I want to know is if this stupid homeowners association can actually bring charges against me for not watering my lawn. Can you at least do your civic duty and tell me that?”
“Actually, it's got nothing to do with me. You might consider getting a lawyer.”
“Rob . . .”
He sat up straight and folded his hands on the desk. “It depends on the agreement your mother signed. They might just fine you or get it done themselves and send you the bill. Ted Davis is the guy in charge of your neighborhood. Try asking him.”
The anger had gone from his eyes, and his voice was as bland as pureed carrots. Ally, braced for further confrontation, unaccountably felt let down. “I remember Ted; he lived just down the street from my mom's. Is he still there?”
“Of course he is. You know what it's like hereânothing much changes.”
She held his gaze, fascinated by the subtle alterations in his face, the laugh lines around his pale blue eyes and the corners of his mobile mouth, the slight shadow of his dark stubble. Ten years had only added to his allure, strengthened his features and made him a man to be reckoned with.
“I'm not intending to stay here long. As soon as I can sell the house, I'll be off again.”
He inclined his head an inch. “So you said. Good luck with that in this market.”
She raised her chin. “I just need to fix it up a little and it'll sell. My mom inherited it outright eighteen years ago, so it must be worth something, remember?”
“How could I forget?”
How could she forget either? He'd been her first friend, the first person to punch another kid in her defense, and the first boy to kiss her. She shook back the memories and took a deep breath. “Rob, why haven't you returned my calls?”
He frowned at her. “What calls? What the hell did you want to talk to me about?”
Ally turned on her heel and headed for the door. She grabbed the door handle but couldn't resist a last look over her shoulder. Rob was standing as if he meant to come after her, his fingers drumming on the desk.
“I sure don't remember you being willing to talk much, Ally, before you walked out on me.”
“That's because you'd already told me what you thought of me. Perhaps I knew there was nothing more to say.”
He shrugged. “So it's all my fault now?”
“That's not what I said.” Ally sighed. “God, why are you doing this? You're supposed to be the law around here. If you don't choose to answer my calls, why aren't you at least out catching those idiots who scrawl stuff on my car and break my windows rather than fixating on the past?”
“What idiots?”
“The ones I've reported at least six times since I got back. Some people obviously aren't as pleased that I've returned as you are.”
“I didn't say I was pleased about it.”
Ally barely resisted the urge to bang her head against the door.
“
Okay,
I get itâjust do your job, won't you?”
“Hold up a minute.”
He moved so fast that he was beside her before she even fully got the door open.
“Jenny!”
His shout echoed down the narrow magnolia-painted hallway, making Ally wince.
“In here, Sheriff.”
Ally tried to squeeze past, but Rob held on to her upper arm and propelled her alongside him into another office. A familiar elderly woman with large blue-rimmed spectacles and white bouffant hair looked up. A cloud of cheap perfume surrounded her like a poisonous shield. Her expression hardened when she saw Ally.
“What does
she
want?”
Rob didn't relax his grip on Ally's arm. “Miss Kendal says she has attempted to contact me here on more than one occasion. Why haven't I seen a message or a report?”
Jenny folded her hands in her lap. “I didn't want to bother you with such minor issues, Boss. We all know how busy you are.”
Ally glared at the older woman. Yeah, she bet that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that Jenny had always disliked Ruth, Ally's mom, and was obviously itching to get back at Ruth's equally faithless daughter.
Rob didn't look pleased, and that made Ally want to smile. He'd always been a big believer in telling the truth and doing the right thing, and he hated being in the wrong.
“I like to see every report and every message that comes through here, Jenny. Please remember that in the future.”
Jenny pursed her thin lips. “I make sure Deputy Smith gets all that information. I thought he would've passed it on to you, but maybe he didn't think it was important either?”
“He's been out of town for the last three weeks, so nothing's been getting through him. That's why it's important that you copy me.”
Ally frowned. Smith was a common name, but somehow from the way Jenny was smirking at her, she guessed it wasn't just any old Deputy Smith being talked about. Rob put a hand in the small of her back and maneuvered her out into the hallway. She turned to face him, aware of his height and breadth, and inhaled a hint of the citrus aftershave he'd always worn.
“Don't tell meâDeputy Smith is Jackson. Right?”
“Yeah.”
“Right.”
He raised his eyebrows. “It's a small town, Ally. Everyone comes back eventually.”
“And I bet you were a lot more pleased to see Jackson than you were me.”
She started to walk away from him, but he followed her, pushing open the door to allow them both out into the parking lot.
“Yeah, I was pleased to see himâeventually. So what?”
“So how come you welcome him back with open arms and can't wait for me to leave? There were two of us in that bed, you know.”
A muscle flicked in his cheek as he stared at her, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I didn't exactly welcome him back. We worked it out eventually. Jackson and I have been friends for years.”
Ally swallowed hard. “And we weren't? God, Rob, you have such double standards.”
“And you don't? Hell, you're the one who fucked him, not me.”
Ally bit down hard on her lip. There was so much she yearned to say to him, but was there any point? She'd been judged and condemned years ago, and he had a right to be angry. She glanced around at all the open doors. This definitely wasn't the place to have a heart-to-heart. She'd have to wait until they were in a far more neutral place to broach that idea. There was no way she was giving him the satisfaction of using his power over her as sheriff. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and headed for her ancient Toyota truck.
“Ally, I'm sorry that I didn't get your messages. You're right. We do need to talk.”
His voice stopped her. She stared at his reflection in the dirty window of her truck and tried to imagine he was really only eight inches tall. He still looked too big and intimidating. This time she wasn't going to turn around and make him think she wanted to listen to him.
“Okay.” She opened the door and stepped up into the cab. “You take my complaints seriously and I'll talk to you.”
She started the engine and backed carefully out of the parking space. Rob tapped on her window, and she reluctantly opened it.
“Don't park there again, honey. That's Jackson's spot.”
“Don't call me honey.” She glared at him as she gunned the engine. “What are you going to do, give me another ticket?”
“Sure I will. That's my job, and I'm not letting you get any ideas about taking up any of Jackson's space again.”
This time his smile didn't reach his husky-dog-blue eyes, and it transformed his face into a man she hardly recognized. She swallowed hard.
“Jackson's a big boy. I'm sure he can take care of himself.”
Rob's expression didn't change. “He's not the same, Ally. The army nearly destroyed him.”
“Jackson enlisted?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, right after you left. He was honorably discharged about three years ago. After he got his shit together, I was able to offer him a job as a deputy.”