do I, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Go to sleep
now. Get better for me, okay?”
He couldn’t leave while she was still ill, and the
second he and his cousins were cleared, he was out
of there. For a while.
“Don’t leave me, Rafe.” Misery filled her voice.
“Please, don’t you leave me, too.”
“I’ll be here, Cami,” he promised. “For as long as
possible, I’ll be here.”
He wouldn’t upset her more by telling her he
would have to leave soon.
It eased her enough to allow her to drift back into
sleep, though, and when he laid her back in the bed
and pulled the covers over her, he wiped his hand
down his face tiredly.
He wondered if he would ever sleep again. If
there was any way in the world to sleep at all after
Jaymi’s death.
Moving to the living room to face her aunt and the
smart-assed sarcasm her uncle Eddy had in
abundance, Rafe found himself unwilling to listen to
any further insults.
Mark and Eddy hadn’t been outside the jail when
they were released, despite the fact that he had more
than expected Mark Flannigan to cause a public
scene.
For once, Eddy Flannigan was quiet when Rafe
walked into the room.
Ella stood next to the kitchen, leaning against the
door frame while Eddy stood looking through the
large picture window.
“Jaymi’s lease is paid through the next three
months,” Ella said heavily. “Her father wants her to
stay away for a while. And her mother isn’t doing well.”
Eddy turned around, and he and his wife shared
a look that had Rafe’s gaze narrowing. “They don’t
want their own daughter now, after losing their eldest.”
Eddy’s expression was tight and hard as Ella’s
eyes filled with tears again.
“It’s a complicated situation, Rafe,” Ella finally
stated. “But we’ll take care of Cami the best we can.”
“Let me know if she needs anything,” he bit out
roughly. “I’ll take care of it.”
“She’s not your responsibility,” Eddy growled
then. “We will take care of her.”
“Let me know,” he repeated softly, watching as
Ella slowly nodded. “I have to leave now, but if you
don’t mind, after—” He swallowed, the movement tight
and mixed with fury and pain. “Once we’re cleared,
we have to leave.”
“Surprise,” Eddy grunted.
Rafe ignored him as his wife sliced a
disapproving look his way.
“We’ll take care of her, Rafe, and if she needs
anything we can’t provide, we’ll contact you,” Ella
promised.
It was far more than he had imagined he would
get from the two.
“Thank you, Ella.”
There was nothing more he could do, and no
other way to look after Cami as he’d promised her
sister he would do.
He left the apartment without saying anything
more, and as he closed the door behind him, he could
have sworn he heard Cami cry out his name.
Rather than turning back, he forced himself to
walk down the hall and down the steps to the lobby
before exiting the building at the back once again.
His cousins, two uncles, and the two military
police personnel were still waiting on him. Moving to
the motorbike, he kicked the ignition and hit the gas
the minute the motor throbbed to life. Tearing from the
driveway, he headed out of town and toward the
Ramsey ranch he had been raised on.
They would be cleared. He knew they would be,
but this town would never admit they hadn’t committed
the crimes. At least a large majority of it wouldn’t.
That didn’t mean he would stay away. It didn’t
mean he had any intentions of giving up the battle to
claim the inheritance that was still locked in litigation,
or the land that was rightfully his, Logan’s, and
Crowe’s.
On the contrary. He would only fight harder.
Cambria at twenty-one
She slipped out of the hotel, her heart racing out of
control, pain and regret tearing through her in equal
measure. It had taken every particle of strength she
possessed to ease from his arms, ease from the big
bed, and hurriedly