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Irresistible Force (A K-9 Rescue Novel)(44)

By:D. D. Ayres


She went and curled up on her bed, sobbing until there was nothing left.

* * *

Just before her alarm went off, lying dry-eyed in the dark, Shay had a  thought. Something didn't make sense. Not all the things that had  occurred since James barged through her door were necessarily connected.  Eric. Stalker. James. Carly. Now Jaylynn. Her life these days wasn't  making sense. She was missing something. But she wasn't going to get it  straight as long as she was darting at shadows. She needed to get out of  town.

But first she would go in to work and talk to Perry. Because if she left  Logital Solutions in the lurch she would lose her last connection to  what had been her life. If that happened, she might just retreat into a  feral being that people avoided on the street.

As for James, well, she was in no emotional state to hold him at arm's  length if he came near her. She needed to hide from him, too, until she  had sorted out her feelings. As it was, those feelings were swamping her  highly tuned protective instincts. When he was too close, her brain  turned to mush. So she needed to get away, even from him.

She ignored the little sinkhole that hollowed out in her middle when she thought of James leaving her life.

She needed to think. She needed to get to the one place of solace in her  life. A safe place away from everything and everyone trying to ruin her  life.

The cabin.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

The dawn was a frosted glass of beer, chill and opaque with an amber  glow. Fog hugged the lowland clearing then lifted where the woods began,  branches holding it tented at treetop height.

James's feet made very little sound as he jogged along the dirt road in  back of the K-9 kennel site. Bogart bounded along beside him, putting in  less effort to keep up. They had run several miles before James's  breath became labored and his energy began to flag. So he pushed harder.                       
       
           



       

Anger was sometimes a useful motivator. Right now it was the prime  reason he was up with the sun, beacons flashing on his cap and armbands,  and on Bogart's collar. He'd fucked up. Bad.

Shay had every right to be furious. Hell, he was furious. But she wasn't  going to get away that easily. As soon as the awards ceremonies were  over, he was heading to Raleigh to face the pissed-off woman in his  life.

After another mile, he paused and dropped down at the base of a loblolly  pine, resting his back against the thick rough bark. Bogart settled in  beside him, pressing in close to his side as he panted from his  exertions. He stretched out one leg, bent the other at the knee and  rested an arm on his partner's back.

"We're just a couple of simple guys. We like things simple." He glanced  down at Bogart. "Okay, I got a bug up my butt about a beauty queen. But  that was just my dick thinking. Now I'm in real trouble. But for the  first time in my life I feel good about that. This making any sense to  you?"

Bogart watched him with quiet eyes and then licked the sweat off his handler's chin.

"Yeah." James nodded. "Shay's tough. She's not simple. But there's a  good heart inside all that barbed wire. She doesn't complain or ask  anyone to take on her stuff. Hell, I'm still not even sure that I know  all her stuff. But there's something about the way she looks at me. Like  I was everything a woman could want. Like I'm enough."

James gazed up at the new morning sky growing mauve at the edges. That's  how Shay made love. Like it was the first and the last time and every  ounce of her, body and soul, was in it because it had to be enough. She  did everything that way, come to think of it. She had been totally in  for Bogart. She'd been ready to face down Eric all on her own. That  counted for a lot. Maybe everything.

Bogart nudged his nose up under the hand dangling over his head. James  grabbed him by the muzzle and wagged it playfully. "Yeah, she likes you.  I notice she didn't kick you off the sofa the other night."

Bogart made a funny noise low in his throat.

"You're right. That was me. But I got dibs on her in the sack. And the shower. And the front seat. Hell, I got dibs, period."

James climbed to his feet. All he had to do was make Shay understand  that he wasn't going anywhere. He would stand by her, fix what he could  for her, and have her back when she stepped out to fight her own  battles. He just hoped she'd let him fit all that into their next  conversation before she tossed him out.

* * *

James was devouring his final lunch plate of fried catfish, hush  puppies, and coleslaw when his cell buzzed. He set down his fork and  surreptitiously pulled it out of his pocket. They were in the middle of  the awards luncheon.

Jaylynn. What could she possibly want? Whatever it was, he wasn't going to find out until he had talked with Shay.

Twenty seconds later a text came through. He peeped at it.

A man broke in. Tried to rape me. Please come.

It was a testament to his feelings about Jaylynn, James decided, that it  took him a whole five seconds to decide that it might be true.

"Shit!" He grabbed a piping hot fillet of fish and stood up.

"Woman getting restless because you been gone too long?"

James winked at his chuckling tablemate. "You know it."

He retreated to the hallway, wolfing down his catch before calling her.

"Jimmy! Oh my God, Jimmy. Where are you? I need you! Come to my place now!"

"Sure, Jaylynn. And why would I want to do that?"

"A man broke in and robbed me!"

"Call 911."

"You know I can't do that." He noticed her voice lost some of its fear  to irritation. "Not after-well, you owe me. This is your fault!"

"I don't owe you. And just to prove what a great guy I am, I'll call it in for you."

"No! Oh God, Jim-James. You don't understand. He-threatened me. And your new girlfriend."

"Right. Good try."

"No! Please. Don't hang up."

He'd heard Jaylynn in a lot of different moods, from lusty to pissed  off. He'd never heard this note in her voice before. It sounded like  genuine fear. Oh, she was definitely trying to get into his head.

"Sorry. No. Call the cops."

"I don't trust anyone else." He heard her swallow. "I need you."

She was trained in emotional vocal delivery but he knew she wasn't that  good an actress. He heard weakness in her tone. She was really scared.

Or did he just need to get his head checked?

"I'm more than two hours away. If this is some kind of trick-"                       
       
           



       

"Swear to God it's not!"

"Did you go to church on Sunday, Jaylynn? Because all hell's going to break loose on you if you're lying to me."

* * *

"Tell me that again."

"What part?"

"Start at the beginning." James sat on the white sofa in Jaylynn's  apartment, the one she had never let Bogart near because he shed. Still  dressed in his police uniform from the K-9 ceremony, he was in full law  enforcement mode. Nothing about her story of forced entry and robbery  added up. "Why would a man think you'd have a lot of money in your  apartment? You never carry cash."

She made a helpless gesture with her hands. She looked small, huddled in  a nearby chair with her legs pulled up under a short pink kimono. Her  hair was back in a messy ponytail and her makeup was smeared from  crying. But there was no bruising, no cuts or abrasions on any part of  her that he could see. She looked vulnerable and adorable, and he wasn't  buying any of it.

"You know this guy?"

"No!" She looked horrified by the suggestion.

"Checked the locks coming in, Jaylynn." He glanced over to where Bogart  lay calmly on the rug before the front door. "There isn't even a  suggestion of a shoulder smudge or a scuffle on the door or frame. Of  course, forensics will check for prints."

"Why?" Her brow furrowed.

"You're wondering who else's prints might turn up when we run them?"  James had the rare satisfaction of watching her try not to squirm. "Let  me guess. The new guy is married."

"Not technically."

"Will his wife verify that?" He shook his head. "Why am I here? And it  better be a better lie than the first one you've told me."

She straightened up under his stare. Long legs came untucked. Funny how  he hadn't noticed she was wearing next to nothing in November until now.  "Okay, Ji-James. Here's the truth. I'm being blackmailed by a man who  said he was trying to help me track down the person who's been spreading  rumors about me."

That was probably a lie, too, but he'd set that aside for the moment. "Why would he do that?"

She offered him a double wrist roll signifying "I don't know." "I have  fans. Lots of loyal fans. When I went on TV to say I was the victim of a  cruel hoax, they got really upset for me. I've gotten e-mails and  tweets of support like you wouldn't believe. My agent is fielding all of  it. I simply wanted to get my version of the story out first but my  agent says it's been a huge PR boost. I couldn't have bought publicity  like  …  this."