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as her
eyes shot daggers at Wyatt.
    Simultaneously embarrassed and
frightened, Baylor scrambled to pull the sheet up around her nudity.
    “Oh, no need to cover up now,” the
woman said as she continued glaring. “I caught the whole closing act and
believe me, I know just how good he is in bed.”
    “Lola, knock it off.”
    Wyatt’s voice calmed the
frantic beating of her heart a tad, but she was still more than a bit concerned
about the anger emanating off this woman.
    Who is she? Have I just helped Wyatt to cheat on his girlfriend?
    The passion that had been so
raw and thirst-quenching moments earlier now flooded her with bitterness.
    Damn him.
    She cast a disappointed look at
Wyatt, but he was shaking his head.
    “What are you doing here? And
since when do you come into my house without knocking first?”
    Baylor heard the frustration in
his voice. It didn’t sound like a guilty man who’d just been caught with his
pants down.
    Lola’s eyes cut over to Baylor.
    Baylor could see the jealous
rage there, palpable and heated. She’d suspected a little bit of it yesterday
in the field house but had shaken it off.
    Now she knew Lola had a thing
for Wyatt and the new girl in town had just stepped in the middle of it.
    “Maybe I should go?” Baylor
pulled the top sheet with her as she eased off the bed.
    She didn’t want to be in the middle
of this dispute. Better to go back to the main house and call her cousin to see
if her family had arrived safely. She could talk to Wyatt about everything
later.
    “You don’t have to do that.”
Wyatt looked at her and a chill ran through Baylor as the post-sex tenderness
crept back into his eyes as he watched her sidestep toward the pile of clothes
on the floor.
    “Uh…she sure as hell does.”
    “Lola! What do you want? You
can’t just barge in here and start trouble.”
    Wyatt had stepped from the bed
and begun pulling on his jeans when the phone rang. He snatched it up off the
bedside table and clicked the On button.
    “Wyatt, this is Dr. Walters.”
    Wyatt listened to the medical examiner
while he observed Baylor’s shy and cautious retreat to the open bathroom door,
dressed only in a thin white sheet. He also kept one eye on the crazed buckle
bunny blocking the doorway, who was still spitting
fire from her eyes.
    “Listen, I’ve ruled the death of
Leon Rinks a murder.”
    Wyatt remained stone-faced, but
his anxiety inched up a notch. Things were out of control here, and now that he
knew for sure a murder had occurred, he couldn’t help but wonder if his own son
had been the intended target of today’s fire.
    “How?” Wyatt asked, trying not to give away the
emotions he was feeling as he listened to the doctor explain that Leon had been
hit over the head before falling to his death from the field house loft.
    “You’re sure?”
    “Yes, and there’s something
else.”
    As the doctor filled him in on
the details that revealed the murderer, Wyatt locked Lola in his sights. She
was still looking back and forth between him and Baylor, but when she saw the
look on his face…she must have known.
    “Thanks, Doctor.”
    He hung up the phone but before
he could speak or make a move for his weapon, Lola reached behind her back and
pulled a handgun from the waistband of her jeans.
    Her hands were shaking but she
aimed the gun at Wyatt.
    “Who was that?” she asked, her
fear penetrating the room.
    Baylor emitted a small squeak
from the other end of the room but otherwise remained silent.
    Shit.
    “Lola, for God’s sake, put the
gun down. We’ll talk about this. Just put the gun down.”
    “Who was that?” Her voice rose
an octave and she sounded as if she was about to burst into tears.
    “That was Dr. Walters.”
    Her face took on an ashen
quality as the color drained away. He wanted to look over at Baylor but he
didn’t dare take his eyes off Lola and the gun. She was just crazy enough to
shoot it.
    “What did the old goat have to
say that made you look at me