Like Arrows (Cedar Tree #6) by Freya Barker Read Free Book Online

a quick turnaround in Grand Junction." Gus never really bothers with niceties, which is fine by me. "Don't think it'll take more than a couple of days. Neil and I can cover the real estate case."
    I want to tell him to find someone else, but I don't. Instead I ask him for details, almost relieved to be getting out of town for a bit. Justification to shove Kimeo Lowe, with her golden brown eyes and all her intriguing curves, as far to the recesses of my mind as I can.

CHAPTER FOUR
    "You cannot see the future with tears in your eyes."
    ~ Navajo
    K im
    That's it. I officially hate that man.
    If Dr. Waters hadn't just assured me that she would stop at nothing to find what's wrong with me, I probably would be bawling right now. As it is, I'm too excited about the prospect of getting answers to get sad over those nasty words that I've heard way too many times already. Still, coming from him again stings like a sonofabitch, but instead of sad, it makes me angry. Any lingering positive thoughts around him have been torn to bits. Good riddance. I do my best to forget about him and focus on the steps the doctor is suggesting.
    First off, Doc Waters has ordered a complete blood screen, looking for any minor deviations from the norm. She explained that not all bloodwork results are clear when you look at them in isolation, but if you combine all screens that are even just marginal, often times a picture starts forming. She's sending me to Cedar Diagnostics for the testing and to the hospital for an ultrasound. Of course I want to get them done now, but I can't get in until Monday, and the earliest she could get me in for an ultrasound is Wednesday. Hard as it is, I'm trying not to be too optimistic, having travelled this road before, but that little seed of hope is there. It doesn't stop me from crashing on the couch for a nap after I get home, tuckered out from my emotional merry-go-round.
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    T he rest of the weekend goes by as it usually does, with me doing a bit of cleaning, some reading and taking Boo for a couple of walks on the mesa.
    When I return from our second walk of the day, dusk already staining the sky, I'm surprised to find a patrol car sitting in my drive, Sheriff Carmel standing beside it.
    "Sheriff? What can I do for you?" I have to pull back on the leash when Boo starts up a soft growl.
    "Can we go inside out of the cold?" he suggests.
    I nod in response and pull Boo with me to open the door. He's right, it's pretty cold once the sun goes down and with the wind picking up this afternoon, my poncho is not enough to keep the chill out.
    Once inside I first give Boo dinner before turning to the sheriff, who is waiting right inside the door.
    "You should lock your doors," is the first thing from his mouth.
    "I just went for a quick walk. I've never had to lock my doors," I answer in a somewhat defensive tone.
    "Noticed that the other day. I'm thinking you should make locking your new habit."
    His tone irritates me.
    "I have good neighbors and nothing worth stealing anyway, so I don't see why I should start now, Sheriff Carmel." So I'm a tad snippy. I just don't take well to being told what to do.
    "Name's Drew," he says as he narrows in on me.
    "Very well, Sheriff Drew."
    "Drop the Sheriff and we'll call it good," he says, way too close to me for comfort now.
    "Reason you need your door locked is because you may have put a ding on the radar of the folks who roughed up the Walkers."
    "But why? I didn't even see who was in the car." Seriously? They flew out of the driveway. Wouldn't have had a chance to see me. Would they?
    "Maybe, but they might not know that, in which case they might consider you a threat," he points out, causing the hair on my arms to stand on end. I hadn't even considered the possibility of them seeing me. Yikes.
    My back is against the counter in the kitchen and Drew is standing close. A little too close for my comfort. So I rephrase my question from earlier. "Why are you here?"
    "Your boss never got