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The Shifter and the Dreamer

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©Copyright Crissy Smith 2011

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Secrets

THE SHIFTER AND THE DREAMER

Crissy Smith

Dedication

To the bond between sisters, old lovers becoming new friends, and the love that got away.

A special thanks to my dad for the number of times we sat and talked about this story and all I wanted it to be. I couldn’t have done it without your support.

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Chapter One

There was nothing mysterious or intriguing about murder, especially when the victim was a beautiful young woman who’d had her entire life in front of her. Sheriff Katy Rose stood from her crouch beside the body of such a woman and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she reopened them and took in the scene.

The woman was lying face down, her hands secured behind her back, her ankles bound with zip ties. She was completely nude. Her long, blonde hair was matted with blood and dirt, as was her torn, beaten body.  However, the most upsetting part was that she was missing her right pinkie up to her knuckle.

“Hey, Davis,” she called back to one of her deputies. “This scene look familiar to you?”

Scratching his greying beard, he nodded. “Sure does, Sheriff.”

“Christ, Davis! Do you know what this could mean?”

“Yeah.” He frowned. “I do.”

“Could be a copycat,” she offered. “Dallas is a long way from here.”

“Could be,” he agreed, without emotion.

With her latex-covered hand, she pushed her bangs from her eyes. “Probably not.”

“Probably not.” It was too close to all the murders east of them. The serial killer that was haunting one of the biggest cities in Texas should have been too far away to reach her small town.

Five women had been found in the last year. The media coverage on the murders was huge. As much as she had tried to ignore the reports, she had been intrigued and had been pulled in. Of course pieces of the case had slipped through to the outside. It could be a copycat. But something inside her screamed that life in the small town was about to change.

The victim’s name was Amanda Caldwell. Katy and her partner watched as the medical examiner loaded up her body. She had been twenty-eight, a teacher at the local elementary school, young, single, and the perfect target.

Katy surveyed her surroundings. The woods were thick and dense. No one would have seen him dump her body way out here. It was private property, but nearly everything out here was. This far west, most areas were owned by oilmen or ranchers. Each took the possession of his land seriously but had too much to be able to monitor every inch.

“Who owns this land?” she asked without turning around.

“This is LambertLand,” Davis informed her.

“Lambert?” Katy asked, facing him. She should have known that, but it had been over a dozen years since she’d been there.

Davis nodded while taking out a packet of cigarettes.

“Great,” she mumbled to herself. Lambert Oil was old money out here. A very formidable family that played by their own rules and had little use for anyone else. She’d had run-ins with the sons numerous times. The five Lambert boys found trouble like they found oil—plentiful.

“Well, let’s head up and see what they saw,” she told Davis, and headed for her SUV. “Who found the body?”

Davis pulled out his notebook and flipped a page. “That’d be Clint Lambert. Said he was taking a drive after dinner. At first he thought it was a mannequin or something, stopped and took a look, threw up couple yards over there.”

Katy chuckled, thinking of Clint Lambert being sick. She knew it was wrong but, with their past, it gave her a small amount of satisfaction that the big, cool man had lost his lunch. Her amusement quickly left when she thought about the body. It had been one of the worst she’d seen in her career.

“Been living in Colorado last couple years. Got himself a spread out there. I hear he does all right for himself,” Davis continued and gave her a knowing look.

Katy nodded as they drove closer to the big house, mentally sorting through the information. She didn’t comment on Davis’s unspoken meaning. She’d grown up with Clint, and at one time they’d been more than just friends.

The front door opened before they came to a stop. A man in his mid-thirties stepped out of the house and stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Katy.” He nodded to her as they approached. “Davis, how you doing?”

Davis shook the man’s hand. “Fine.”

“Mr. Lambert…” Katy interrupted, not liking being ignored.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Mr. Lambert? You call me Mr. Lambert and you’ll have half a dozen male voices answer. And haven’t we moved past using last names, Katy?”

“Sheriff,” she corrected.

For the first time he gave her his full attention. He took his time looking her up and down. Katy refused to shift to show that it bothered her. She was still getting used to the town folk assessing how well she could do her job.

“I apologise, Sheriff Katy. I hadn’t heard Roy retired,” he told her, with his bright blue eyes showing amusement.

Roy Johnson, the sheriff before her, had been a good ole boy. Too hard drinking to care much about what the citizens were doing.

“Over a year now,” she informed him.

He shrugged. “Been a while since I’ve been home. Only arrived last night.”

Katy nodded in acknowledgement. “Why don’t you run through what happened tonight.”

Running a hand through his sandy blond hair, he took a deep breath. “I decided to take a drive after dinner. I needed…to get some air. So I took the road down to the creek. That’s when I saw her.”

Katy could tell he was agitated thinking about it.

“I…hell, Katy… Sheriff, I mean. I thought it was a doll. You know one of those big life-sized dolls. I thought maybe one of my brothers had been out here messing around…”

“Did you see anyone around?” she interrupted before he could get off the subject.

He shook his head. When Davis pulled out a packet of smokes, he gratefully took one.

“How about anyone around this morning? Last night?”

She questioned him for another twenty minutes, not getting much more. All of his family, except for his father, were in Houston. And his father had left after they’d shared dinner, the same time he’d decided to take that drive.

She thanked him for his time while ignoring the flirtatious wink Clint sent her as she left.

As she sat in her car and waited for Davis to buckle up, she stared at the man on the porch. He stared back at her before smiling and lifting a hand. Trouble, that’s what came to mind when she looked at Clint Lambert.

The drive back into town took thirty minutes. Katy brooded the entire time. The media coverage of the serial murders was all over every channel, including the description of the victims, details of the gruesome killings, and the two special agents in charge of the case. Katy knew she had no choice but to call the FBI in Dallas—her old job and her old partner. She was dreading it, and not only because they would come out here and take over the case.

She knew the minute she saw her old partner, the town was going to feel the rapture.

* * * *

Special Agent Ryan Waters answered the blinking line and almost choked on his coffee. The familiar voice that greeted his had him looking around for his partner. Luckily Cameron had already left for the day.

“Special Agent Waters, this is Katy Rose from Greenwood, Texas,” she told him in a professional and calm voice.

“I know who you are, Katy.” He deliberately didn’t use her last name.

There was silence before she cleared her throat. “I thought you would.”

“You asked for me personally, so what can I do for you?” He wasn’t friendly. He knew the history between her and his current partner. Well, maybe not the entire history, but enough. If she was calling to get information on Cameron, he would gladly tell her to go to Hell.

“I’m calling on official business, Special Agent.”

He had to admire the fact that she knew what he was doing and responded in kind. “So how can I help you…officially?”

She sighed and for a moment he felt a twinge of guilt. But thinking of how closed off his partner had become, he quickly quashed it.

“I had a murder up here today.”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled, leaning back in his chair.

“Young woman, twenty-eight years old. A teacher at the local elementary school,” she continued.

Ryan sat up. Dread began to pool in his stomach.

“We found her body dumped off on the side of the road. Hands tied behind her back, ankles bound, and…and she’s missing her right pinkie.”

Ryan closed his eyes before he cursed out loud and grabbed a pen. “Tell me everything.”

Twenty minutes later, he hung up the phone and rubbed his temples. Katy Rose—Sheriff Katy Rose—he mentally corrected himself, had a murder all right. One that was all too hauntingly familiar. He picked up the phone and dialled his partner’s cell.

“Cameron, we got something.”

After he hung up, he sat to wait. He didn’t know what was going to be worse—telling his partner they may have another murder, maybe a copycat, or with whom Cameron was about to become reacquainted.

* * * *

Cameron sat at his desk and stared at his partner. He’d only been partners with Ryan for about a year now. After the separation from his last partner, he’d made sure that whoever he was assigned to was more of his own ‘kind’. Less to hide that way. He was pleased with his choice. The special agent in charge of his division was one of the few people who knew his secret—because they shared it. When Cameron had informed his boss that he wanted a partner who would understand his unusual quirks, he’d been introduced to Ryan.

Ryan had been newer than Cameron would have preferred but by now that didn’t make a difference to him at all. Ryan was a good, solid agent, smart and willing to put the needed time into the cases.

So Cameron knew that if Ryan had called him in for this, it was important.

After several minutes he finally spoke. “So this sheriff called, asked for you, and decided to share this case.”

Ryan shrugged. “She’d seen the news coverage.”

Cameron ran a hand through his black hair. He needed a haircut, but who had time? For the past several months they’d been looking for a monster. “We need to go down there and at least check it out,” he conceded.

“I agree. I wanted to tell you first before I requested it,” Ryan told him.

Cameron nodded. There was still something nagging at him. His partner was acting different.

“Also…”

Cameron waited.

“The sheriff that called…”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. To move so quick to get hold of us. That’s unusual to say the least.”

“Well, this isn’t an ordinary sheriff.”

“Oh?” He lifted his brow in question.

His partner seemed to stumble over his words before blurting it out. “Yeah…well, the sheriff…was one of us. I mean FBI…our FBI…I mean… Hell, man, it’s Katy.”

Cameron felt as if he’d just been punched in the stomach. “Katy?”

“Yeah, your partner…ex-partner…”

Cameron fisted his hands. Katy had called. She’d called and asked for Ryan. If she’d seen the news, she knew he was involved. She’d known that when she called, he would come. He shook his head. “Katy?”

“Yeah, man.”

Anger hit him first, followed quickly by annoyance. It had been so long since he’d last seen her. His chest tightened just at the thought of looking into her eyes. His partner was watching him closely so he did his best to shake off his reaction.

“Well, no matter. We better talk to the boss.” Cameron headed away from his desk with Ryan following silently behind him.

Try as he might, he couldn’t get the picture out of his head of the last time he’d seen the woman who had turned him inside out, then ran away, never looking back over her shoulder.

Chapter Two

Katy hadn’t slept well. Dreams chased her throughout the night. The past, the present and the future all twisted and turned. Cameron’s face smiling at her the first time they made love, then his face when she told him she was moving, and finally the pity when he’d found out her secret—or one of her secrets.

It had been a stressful day when they’d made it back to her apartment. It was always her apartment they spent the night in. Katy knew that bothered Cameron, but she couldn’t help that she felt more comfortable in her own space. Ever since she was very little and had no control over her life, she’d clung to what she could call hers. Her apartment was one of the few things she was never able to relent on her control over.

The day had started normally enough. But they’d been sleeping together for too many months without anyone knowing. Of course it couldn’t last. Another member of their squad had finally seen them sharing dinner the night before.

It was strictly against the rules to become romantically involved with your partner. Knowing this, Katy had tried to fight her attraction to Cameron, but he’d pursued her so skilfully, she’d fallen in love long before they slept together.

That day the special agent in charge had called them both into his office. After a stern warning about rumours inside the building, he’d cautioned them against continuing any relationship that wasn’t purely professional. Katy had done her best to avoid both Cameron and the subject for most of the day. But once they’d walked into the apartment, Cameron had turned on her.

“I don’t care what the rules are,” he’d said. “You’re mine, and I won’t give you up.”

Katy hadn’t agreed. While they were good together, it was no reason to end one or both of their careers. She’d argued with Cameron for hours but when he’d asked her point-blank if she loved him, she couldn’t lie. She should have told him no and demanded he leave. Requested another partner and put everything they’d had behind her. But she hadn’t. She’d cried in front of him for the first time. He’d opened his arms and she’d walked to him, accepting his love and giving in.

He’d made love to her almost desperately that night, holding onto her so tightly she had bruises the next morning. It had been glorious and was imprinted in her mind for all time.

And then the next morning her sister called. She’d been in the shower and Cameron had answered. He’d been as shocked as Allysa had been. And by the time Katy had walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, they’d already spoken for several minutes.

And that was when everything else fell apart. Cameron had offered the phone to her without a word. When Katy put it to her ear, she could hear her sister still talking.

“An only child?” Her sister’s words echoed in Katy’s head. “Katy told you she was an only child?”

Katy had hurt them both more than she’d ever meant to. But her sister was a part of her life she hadn’t shared with anyone. She knew one day she would have to return to her old life. Turned out she was right. Cameron had stormed out while she tried to calm Allysa down.

That was the last time Katy had been with Cameron.

Katy had already accepted the job in Greenwood as Sheriff when she told him she was leaving. It may have been the coward’s way out, but by then she didn’t care. Her apartment had been boxed up and the truck packed. He couldn’t have talked her out of leaving if he’d tried. Not that he had.

“Earth to Katy.”

Katy’s head snapped up and her sister laughed. “What?”

“Oh, nothing!” Allysa continued to laugh as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the pot that Katy had made. “I’ve just been calling your name for five minutes now.”

“Oh, sorry, lot on my mind.”

“I heard about Amanda Caldwell,” Allysa offered, sobering.

“You knew her?” Katy hadn’t thought of that. Hadn’t considered how the murder would affect her sister.

Allysa shrugged and sat down across from her. “Not well, but yeah.”

“I’m sorry I hadn’t thought about that. She was your age.”

“We had a couple meetings we both attended. We weren’t friends but were friendly enough. She was real quiet…shy, you know?”

Katy watched her sister take a drink of her coffee. Katy took a drink of her own and grimaced since it had turned stone cold.

“She worked at the elementary school,” Katy told her.

“Yeah, about a year now,” Allysa confirmed. “I think everyone liked her. She was a good teacher, cared about her kids, about their future.”

Katy knew her sister was a good teacher also. She taught history in the junior high school and coached girls’ softball. Katy started making plans in her head to interview other teachers, Amanda’s friends, and some of the busy-bodies in town. Which reminded her—“Where did you hear about this, exactly?”

Allysa shrugged. “Small town.”

Katy laughed briefly and got up to dump out her cold coffee. Refilling her travel mug, she looked outside the kitchen window to the backyard of the pretty, ranch-style house they shared. She sighed.

“It was bad, huh?”

Katy turned around and looked at her sister. “Very.”

Allysa stared back and when she cocked her head, Katy wanted to laugh, but her sister’s next question stopped her.

“But that’s not all that’s bothering you.”

Katy frowned at being so readable. “No.”

Katy wasn’t going to elaborate but her sister sat there and waited. Damn, but she knew her too well.

“This might be connected to the serial killer in Dallas,” Katy informed her.

“Shit,” Allysa said, jerking in her chair.

“Yeah.”

“He could be here? In our town?” Allysa’s voice shook. Katy didn’t want to upset her, but she wanted…no, needed Allysa to protect herself.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. Listen to me, Allysa. I don’t know if it is him. It could be a copycat or someone just driving through town. I don’t want this to get out before I know if it’s connected. But you need to be careful. If something happened to you…” Katy tried to explain. But she wasn’t any better at sharing her feelings with Allysa than she had been with Cameron.

Allysa nodded. “I understand.”

Katy took a good look at her sister. When she’d moved back she had been shocked at how much Allysa had changed. Katy had always kept a picture in her head of the sweet, innocent eight year old who had hung on her every word. Allysa had turned into a woman Katy was proud to call family. She could take care of herself and had for several years. But Allysa was special—even more so than Katy.

That didn’t absolve Katy of her responsibility to take care of Allysa. Now that she was back she would have to make sure her job didn’t affect her little sister. And that included anyone who came with the job. Like the guests they would have soon.

“I called the Feds. They should be here sometime today,” Katy told Allysa, partly to make her feel better and partly to give advance warning.

“Okay.” Allysa took a deep breath. “I can’t believe this.”

“Me either,” Katy agreed and left it at that.

Several minutes went by before Allysa put it together. “You called the Feds?”

Katy nodded.

“The Feds from Dallas?” Allysa asked with growing amusement.

Again, all Katy did was nod.

A smile broke out on her sister’s face. “And from your appearance and zoning out, I can guess which Fed they’re sending.”

When Katy didn’t answer, Allysa laughed.

“Well, I’d say that puts an interesting spin on things,” her sister offered. Allysa knew what had happened between her and Cameron. She knew everything.

Katy frowned. “Whatever.” She silently prayed Allysa would leave everything alone. No such luck.

That just made her sister laugh harder. When she came around the table and put her arms around her, Katy was barely able to hold back a growl.

“Before you go in, you might want to check your clothing. Your shirt’s buttoned wrong,” Allysa told her.

Katy cursed as Allysa ran out of the room, her laughter staying behind.

* * * *

Cameron parked the rental car in front of the Sheriff’s Office in Greenwood, Texas. The drive into town should have been relaxing since it was so beautiful out here, but his mind was turning with turmoil. The case, the woman—both swirled in his head.

“You okay?” his partner asked him.

Cameron nodded and looked out of the windshield into the station. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied. In all the scenarios he’d thought…dreamt about, he’d never expected to be reconnected with Katy this way. Not with a serial killer loose. Luckily Ryan didn’t call him on his lie, just waited until Cameron took several deep breaths.

They got out and stretched their legs. The closest airport was a three-hour drive. They’d made good time but still the sitting hadn’t been fun.

“Sure is pretty here,” Ryan commented carefully.

“Yes it is,” Cameron agreed. Not able to put it off any longer, he headed for the door.

The office was like many other small Sheriff’s offices in the state. A woman who looked to be about fifty sat in a front desk on the phone, and four deputies in uniform sat in desks behind her. Cameron looked around for the Sheriff but didn’t see her.

“We have no comment at this time,” the woman said pleasantly into the phone before hanging up and looking at them. She seemed to take in their suits and frowned. “You the Feds?” she asked, her accent deep and true.

“Yes, ma’am. Special Agents Morris and Waters.” Cameron pulled out his badge.

She looked at him suspiciously but nodded. “The Sheriff’s expecting you,” she told them before standing and turning on her heel.

Cameron watched her walk back to an office across from them. The blinds were down so he couldn’t see inside. She knocked on the open door.

“Those Feds are here, Sheriff.”

Cameron didn’t hear a response but the woman glanced over her shoulder at them and smirked. “Yes, ma’am.”

Then Katy came out of the office, wearing a khaki uniform, black boots, and a frown. Her long chestnut hair swayed in a braid behind her, her green eyes were alert and sharp, and she watched him as he watched her approach.

“Special Agents, thank you for coming so quickly,” she said in that professional tone you use with strangers.

It grated on his nerves but he let it go…for now. “Sheriff,” he said, just as professionally.

Her eyes didn’t give anything away and Cameron was really looking. “Please come back.” She turned and walked quickly to her office.

Cameron and Ryan followed Katy. If he sneaked a look at her ass as she walked ahead of him, who would blame him? His hands itched to feel her flesh again. Those perfect round cheeks of hers always fitted perfectly in his hands as he lifted her up and pounded her into the nearest wall or whatever surface was closer.

Ryan cleared his throat and bumped his shoulder. Cameron pressed his lips tightly together and pulled in his desire. He drew on his well-known control and focused on releasing all thoughts.

As he walked closer to Katy’s office, he felt the calmness the control wrapped around him. Ryan relaxed next to him, sensing he was okay. He should have been embarrassed his partner had picked up on his feelings, but he wasn’t going to worry about it. Ryan was discreet and he trusted the man.

Katy waited until they were inside her small office before closing the door and moving to her chair.

“I really do appreciate you coming so fast. I didn’t know if I should wait for the two of you or continue with the investigation,” Katy told them as they took a seat.

Cameron noticed she’d not looked at him since he entered her office. Her eyes stayed on the file in front of her. Point one for him. His presence bothered her. Good.

“What have you got so far?” he asked, his voice losing the professional tone to a more intimate one.

As Katy pushed the file forwards her hand shook. Cameron picked it up and glanced at her before opening it. He quickly went through the file before handing it to his partner. Ryan did the same before laying it back on the desk.

“We need to see the body. The dump site. And talk to whoever found the body,” Cameron told her. He could do his job. But he wasn’t about to let Katy out of his sight. The more time they spent together, the better he would know how to handle her when they talked. And they would talk…at the very least.

“Do you think it’s him?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know yet. If it is, then we’re in trouble, but one step at a time. Where’d the victim live?”

She looked at him finally and Cameron felt the punch. Her eyes, which were still crystal clear, held something in them. An emotion he had only hoped to still see. While she was worried and angry, she was also fighting herself. He knew every feeling she kept hidden. For the first time in a long time, he felt deep hope.

“Not far from here,” she interrupted his thoughts. “Do you want to go there or to the dump site?”

“We’ll go to the apartment first.”

Katy nodded and stood. “I’ll take you over. I got the key last night from her mom and went through it. I didn’t see anything out of place. I don’t think she was taken from there.”

Cameron nodded but remained silent as he made a gesture for her to precede him.

Katy stopped to talk to one of the deputies. He was in his late forties and looked over at them with a frown. Cameron got the impression that no one in the Sheriff’s office was happy they were there, but then he’d expected that. Nodding, the man said something too low for Cameron to hear. Katy shook her head then turned back to him.

“Let’s go,” she said sharply.

Outside she stopped in front of the rental car. “This yours?”

“It’s what we could rent.”

Katy laughed and for a minute, Cameron felt like he was back in her old apartment sharing dinner on the coffee table. The sound went straight to his cock and he was immediately hard. It had taken months before Katy had learnt it was okay to laugh in bed. But once she’d started to enjoy sex instead of merely using it to release stress, she’d been insatiable. He shook his head to dislodge the thought. He didn’t need his partner to bust him again.

“That’s not going to do you much good here. You need a good four-wheel drive,” Katy told them before heading to a black SUV. “You can ride with me.”

Cameron got in the passenger seat next to her, and Katy took a deep breath. He knew her moods better than anyone else. Her scent was programmed deep inside him. She kept looking at him from the corner of her eye, but he ignored it. There was a time and place, he repeated inside his head.

She’d run. Run from him and from herself. He’d let her go. Not only had she kept things from him, but he had secrets of his own. It had been too soon to tell her before. But after a year of being apart, he knew it was time. He wouldn’t leave after this case without his mate by his side.

Business first—pleasure later.

She drove five blocks to the neat and clean townhouse that had been Amanda Caldwell’s home. When she pulled to the kerb, Cameron looked over at her, surprised.

“This it?”

Katy nodded, turning off the vehicle.

“You were right—it wasn’t far.”

“Small town,” she mumbled, before opening her door.

On the kerb, Cameron looked over at his partner who had remained silent. He knew Ryan had some idea of what happened between him and Katy, but not everything. Both men had been at his Alpha’s house when he’d asked permission to claim Katy. The permission had been given. But he hadn’t had time to take her before she ran.

“What do you think?” Cameron asked him quietly as Katy walked up the drive.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Ryan answered. “Tonight I want to come out and search.”

Meaning he wanted to change forms. Cameron understood and agreed.

“If it is him, there will be something. Although I already think he’s come west,” Ryan commented.

Cameron watched as Katy picked up the newspaper on the stoop, her backside looking yummy and round as she bent. “I know what you mean,” he said before following her up.

Once inside the townhouse, Cameron had to admit it felt homey. Amanda Caldwell had simple but nice taste in decorations and fabrics. The living room was painted a pretty yellow.

Everything seemed in place and orderly like Katy had said until he entered the kitchen. Cameron felt his breath rush out when he saw a dozen yellow long-stemmed roses on the kitchen counter.

“Fuck,” Ryan muttered from behind him.

“What?” Katy asked, right beside him.

Cameron turned but looked at Ryan, not her. “There’s no way anyone else would have known.”

“What?” Katy asked again.

“Not even the family knew it meant anything,” Ryan agreed with him.

“What?” Katy asked, raising her voice and stomping her foot.

“Our killer sends the victims a dozen long-stemmed yellow roses before he takes them.”

Katy looked from him to the flowers. “Ah, shit.”

Chapter Three

Two hours later, they still hadn’t found anything to tie Amanda’s killer to inside her house. Getting back into her vehicle, Katy looked up at the sky. “If you want to see the dump site, we’d better go ahead and head that way.”

“A local rancher found her on his property?” Cameron asked as she pulled away.

“Actually, the Lamberts own Lambert Oil. They are old money around here and have been around for ages. The oldest son, Clint, found her as he was driving down their private road to the creek.”

“Private road?” Ryan asked from the back seat.

Katy nodded and glanced at the rear view mirror. “There must be a dozen roads that lead to that creek. One goes through their property and has a gate.”

“So he had to go through the gate to get in?” Cameron asked.

“Yes. I asked Clint about that, but they rarely lock the gate anymore so it was standing open,” Katy explained.

“Do you know this Clint Lambert?” Cameron asked, his voice normal and low. Katy still shivered. Cameron had always had a possessive streak.

Katy’s hands tightened on the steering wheel but when she answered her voice was just as calm and professional, thank God. “We went to high school together.”

Neither man commented. While she was used to that from Cameron, she couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the two men. Cameron had been able to pick up more from a victim and suspect by just listening and watching than anyone she’d ever met. The way Ryan remained quiet most of the time but still watched her closely gave her the impression he could do the same. It was a little unsettling.

“Can you tell me about the cases in Dallas?” she asked, changing the subject.

Cameron nodded and Ryan started to fill her in. A lot of information filtered in, and she tried to piece it all together. Why would a serial killer change his modus operandi so much and leave Dallas? It didn’t make sense.

Katy bypassed the house and drove to the area where the body had been discovered. Cameron and Ryan got out immediately as Katy sat a moment longer in her vehicle, trying to catch her breath. Being so close to Cameron was driving her nerves into overtime.

She could feel him watching her and it was all she could do to keep her eyes on the road. Not that she needed to give it as much attention as she was, but she hadn’t wanted to look at him.

From the windshield, she watched as he and Ryan walked around. They spoke then looked back at her. She took a deep breath, opened her door and stepped out into the Texas heat.

They’d already seen pictures of the scene from the file. She grimaced as she walked over to them, her sunglasses barely making a difference in the glare of the early evening sun.

“Lay it out for me,” Cameron told her as she reached them.

Falling back on the old days when she’d worked with him, she went over everything, thinking out loud as they’d done on so many cases.

It felt so familiar…so right. She tried not to think about that too much.

* * * *

They reached the Lambert house a little after seven. Katy had asked Davis to call ahead and tell Clint they would be by, so she wasn’t surprised when he opened the door before they’d exited the vehicle. He stood and watched them approach.

“Sheriff Katy,” he greeted with a confident smile she knew only too well.

“Mr. Lambert, these are Special Agents Morris and Waters,” Katy introduced.

“Well. Feds, huh?” Clint looked both men up and down before offering his hand. “I heard we’d have the big guns coming to town.” Both agents shook his hand while Katy watched. She could only hope Clint behaved himself. But the first words out of his mouth proved she wouldn’t get that wish.

“Well, honey, you know I’m more than willing to help if I can,” he said with a wink to her, and she felt Cameron stiffen beside her.

“They just have some questions for you,” she told him, trying to head off a confrontation between the men.

“Sure.” Clint motioned into the house. “Please come in.”

Katy nodded and followed the agents inside. She looked around and noticed nothing had changed since the last time she’d been inside the Lambert home, many years ago. She’d always been intimidated and this time was no different. It wasn’t homey by any means, more like a museum than a place you’d raise children in. But then, Mrs. Lambert never had raised her children. She’d had nannies, cooks and housekeepers to do all that.

They took seats in the formal living room and Cameron didn’t waste any time.

“Mr. Lambert. You were driving a private road on your property when you found the body?” he asked.

Clint smiled as he scratched his chin. “Yeah, that’s right. I often visit the creek when I’m in town. I decided after dinner to wander up there.” He looked over at Katy. “Remember when we stole my dad’s truck and beer and drove up there?”

Katy narrowed her eyes. She knew what Clint was doing. Adding a strong accent and flirting with her. Playing the dim-witted redneck. If she got him alone anytime soon, she was going to skin him alive. “Answer the question, Clint.”

He laughed, full and rich. “Guess you do.” Then he looked back at Cameron. “Got grounded for a month for that.”

Katy growled. “Clint, this is a murder investigation. Answer the agents’ questions.” She narrowed her eyes. “And only their questions.”

He smiled and pulled out a cigarette. “Sure thing. Yes, Special Agent, I was driving down the road and that’s when I saw it…her.”

By the time they left, Katy was seeing red and she was pretty sure Cameron wasn’t any happier. Clint had made a point of imparting every memory they might have shared as he answered questions. Cameron had also been tougher on him than he would have been with a normal witness.

As she made her way to her vehicle, she felt Cameron at her back. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop before she reached the driver’s door.

“I didn’t realise he was such a dear ole friend,” he whispered angrily.

Katy pulled her arm from his grasp. “I told you we went to high school together.”

He looked at her for a long time. Katy held herself perfectly still. Cameron had always read her better than anyone else. It had been hard to keep herself from him. When their relationship had got more personal, it had been even harder. That was one reason she’d left.

Finally Cameron nodded, going around to his side of the vehicle. She actually started to reach out for him before she caught herself. It wouldn’t do any good. If he were still angry with her for leaving, then it would be easier when it came time for him to leave.

No, she hadn’t told him everything, but he’d kept his own secrets. She knew deep down in her bones that there was more to Cameron than he’d let her see. There were times when he’d been almost a different person.

She’d tried not to ask too many questions, not wanting them back at her, but she just knew Cameron hid himself, as well.

Ryan didn’t say anything as they both got in. Katy’s stomach turned. She was caught in a web of secrets and hidden fears she would never be able to part from. Cameron didn’t deserve to be embroiled in her life. No one did.

The car ride back into town was awkward and strained. Cameron knew there had been more between Katy and Clint Lambert than just high school friends. Clint had made that perfectly clear. It had been all Cameron could do not to step over and knock the other man down and pound on him.

He tried to tell himself it was a long time ago, but it was just another reminder that he hadn’t known Katy as well as he’d thought. She had a past he knew nothing about.

The thirty-minute drive only fuelled his anger, and by the time they’d reached the station he was fuming. They walked in without speaking.

“Another minute, Sheriff,” he said as he grabbed her elbow.

“I need to catch up with…” she protested but he pushed her towards her office. He noticed Ryan hanging back and was grateful to his partner.

He didn’t slam the door after he pushed her through, but he came damn close.

“Cameron, you can’t just manhandle me through my own…” she trailed off, looking up at him.

Cameron knew she saw the anger in his eyes.

“Cameron…”

He shook his head. He didn’t want to hear excuses.

“Nine months, Katy,” he said, his tone dangerously low.

“I…”

“Nine months ago you walked away from me.” He laughed bitterly. “Walked…hell, you ran.” He started to pace.

“I know how long it’s been, Cameron.”

He span to face her. “I never knew you!”

Katy shook her head to deny it, but deep down they both knew it was true.

“Oh, I knew your body. I knew you were good at your job, and you cared…” Cameron grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. “You’re good. I accepted whatever you said and whenever you changed the subject when we talked about your past…” He shook her a couple of times gently. “I didn’t know you.”

Katy stepped away from him when he released her. “No, you didn’t, Cameron,” she confirmed. “You knew what I wanted you to and that’s all. That’s all you’ll ever know.”

He smiled. “A challenge, then?” He was up for a challenge.

“No. The truth,” she responded.

“I would almost believe you,” he said, walking towards her again. Katy backed away with each step he took forwards. Once her back hit the wall, she raised her hands to stop him. His chest pressed against them. “Almost could convince me if it wasn’t for the catch in your breath when I’m close.”

Katy swallowed and looked away from him.

“Or the way you quiver when I touch you,” he continued as one hand brushed over the pulse in her neck. “The way your eyes go unfocussed when my lips brush yours.” He mimicked what he described to her.

“You want to keep your secrets, sweetheart, you’ll have to try harder,” he whispered close to her ear. “I let you walk away once. I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t have to walk away,” she told him breathlessly. “You don’t have me anymore.”

He laughed again. Then crushed his lips against hers.

He took, consumed, demanded, and she responded. Katy’s mouth opened, accepting his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, making them both groan.

He made love to her mouth like he had done before to her body. She was moaning and shaking when he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

“I’ll always have you,” he promised and kissed her again. She pulled at his shirt, the buttons giving and the material opening. Her cool fingers against his heated flesh drew a long moan from him that she swallowed.

She tore her lips from his. “You’re always so hot,” she commented, leaning forwards and running her tongue over his chest.

He could tell her why, explain about his powers, about him and his people, but not now. Soon, but not right at this moment.

His fingers didn’t fumble, but easily unsnapped her work shirt. The fabric parted, revealing her creamy soft skin. The front clasp of her bra was no trouble as he flicked it open, then she was bare to him.

Katy’s head fell back as he covered her nipples each in turn with his mouth and palmed her breasts. He flicked his tongue a few times before he bit down gently on a little nub.

She gasped, so he repeated it with the other one.

She wrapped a leg around his thigh and started to ride his body. He knew she needed release—she was desperate for it. He would give it to her, but first she would give him something.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his hands at her belt. “Tell me how much you want me. How many times you thought about us doing this again.”

She whimpered. A small sound that he barely heard over their heavy breathing.

He pulled her belt loose and unsnapped and unzipped her pants. She dropped her leg and allowed him to hold her tight against the wall. She trembled as he rubbed her through her panties. She was already wet and he could feel the heat from her pussy. He wanted to taste her again. To lap up her juices as they flowed from her body.

He would the next time. When he would hear her beg for him to take her.

He slipped his digits between the cotton of her panties and her weeping cunt. “Tell me,” he repeated, fingering her folds. “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Mine,” he told her and plunged two fingers deep inside.

She cried out but his mouth was there to cover the sound. He pumped his digits inside powerfully, wanting her to lose control quickly.

She rode his hand, her teeth biting down on his tongue as she bucked against him.

His cock was so hard it hurt. But he wouldn’t be taking care of that right now. This was to show Katy that she was his. That she had always been, and would forever belong to him. He was marking his territory so every other man would know she was taken.

He ripped his mouth from hers and fixed his teeth against her shoulder. He bit down, not hard enough to pierce the skin, but it would still leave a mark.

“Oh God!” she panted before she climaxed.

Cameron let her ride it out, holding onto her neck with his teeth and urging her hips with one hand.

When she stilled, she buried her head against his chest.

“You’re mine, Katy. Have been since the first day I met you and you insulted my shoes.” He looked deep into her eyes. “You might want to remember that.”

Then he moved off her, away from her and turned his back. He fixed his shirt and straightened the rest of his clothes. He didn’t turn back around as he opened the door just enough to slide through but not let anyone see inside.

He heard her curse and something being hit before he walked away.

Chapter Four

Katy knew she’d dream. The day had been hard and her night never got any better. After Cameron left her office, they set up a table and board in one of the small interview rooms. They needed somewhere to work and Davis had got them set up.

She had needed to catch up on town business before going home, catch up with Davis and the other deputies, and sign papers Mae had left on her desk.

She’d finally left a little after nine, thankful Cameron and Ryan left before her to go to their rooms at the local bed and breakfast. Carrie—the owner and Katy’s best school friend—had called to notify her earlier in the morning when the reservations had been made.

Katy was glad to know where they were, even if it did mean she was tempted to stop and see Cameron. Not to see him, but to correct what he’d said earlier. She wasn’t his. She belonged to herself. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. Hell, she had been his since the first time they met.

The kiss was everything she remembered. Hot and wonderful, his hands as sure and demanding as they’d ever been. She’d reacted as if no time had passed, as if they were still a couple. Disgusted with herself, she headed towards her own house on the other side of town.

She couldn’t let it happen again. It was just one moment of weakness. It didn’t mean anything.

She didn’t call herself a liar. Although she should have.

She wasn’t hungry, but Allysa had left her a plate in the oven so she nuked it in the microwave and ate standing up. Her shower did nothing to erase the fatigue of the day or the memory of Cameron in her office.

When she finally calmed enough to climb into bed sometime after eleven, she tossed and turned before drifting off.

Amanda looked behind her as she tried to gauge the distance to her car. There was someone out there. Someone was following her. She could feel it.

The library parking lot was empty of any other cars. Just her old Jeep sitting in the middle as if calling to her. She picked up her speed, almost running now. A sound to her left. She didn’t look. Another sound—this time closer. She ran full speed. She dug in her bag as she ran to her car. Her keys! Where were her keys? Her fingers closed around the cold metal just as someone grabbed her from behind.

She screamed but a hand was already over her mouth. She was lifted off her feet…then everything went black.

Katy woke up sobbing and shaking. She threw the covers back and barely made it into the bathroom before she vomited. She collapsed on the floor next to the toilet, retching until she had nothing left in her. Afterwards, Katy stayed where she was, drawing in big gulps of air.

She always reacted this way after a dream. Not really a dream, though…

More of a memory.

* * * *

Katy shouldn’t have been surprised when later that morning there was a knock on her office door and Clint stood smiling at her from the doorway.

“Sheriff,” he greeted her with amusement.

“Mr. Lambert.” She was just tired enough to snap at him.

Unfazed, he sauntered into her office and sat down. His expression grew serious as he took in her pale complexion and the dark circles under her eyes. “You okay?”

“Peachy,” she replied snidely.

Hurt flashed in his eyes and she immediately felt guilty. If anyone had been there, who knew what she went through and could be trusted, it was her old friend.

“I’m sorry, Clint. It’s been a rough couple of days.”

He nodded but the wicked look was back in his eyes as he leant forwards. “I could take some of the stress off of you.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“How about you meet me tonight? We’ll go down to the creek. You can talk to me and I can make you feel all kinds of good.”

Katy kept her face blank. “I can’t do that.”

“Because of the Fed?” he asked, always one to get right to the point.

Katy shook her head but didn’t manage to keep the sigh in. “No.”

Clint watched her for a minute. “There’s something between you two.”

“There was,” she agreed, not seeing the point in denying what he already knew.  Clint knew her. He’d been around when she had first started to have the dreams. It would be so easy to let her forget herself with him once again. But she knew she couldn’t. He didn’t live here anymore. He was just passing through. He would leave…again.

“Was or is?” he pushed.

“While I was in Dallas,” she admitted.

“But you still came back here,” he stated, as if it was an accusation.

Katy frowned but nodded. “This is my home.”

“So it’s over between the two of you?” he continued to press.

No, it wasn’t. Yesterday proved that, but she had no choice. Katy nodded even though it broke her heart. “It has been for a very long time.”

“Then have dinner with me tonight.”

“I can’t.” Katy shook her head. “I just can’t.”

His eyes softened and Katy remembered what used to be between them. “I’ve changed, Katy. I’m not the same twenty-year-old kid who left. I have something up in Colorado. My own place without the help from my father or his money.”

“I know, Clint.” She did. She was proud of him.

“I’ve changed, but I still remember.” He reached over and ran his fingers over her hand. “It was good between us.”

Katy remembered too. It had been good for a while but then it’d turned bad. Very bad. She pulled her hand away. “That was a long time ago.”

Clint nodded and leant back. “At least you don’t have to hide who you are with me,” he reminded her, managing to pick up on the one thing she fought against.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she lied.

“I’d bet my ranch he knows nothing.”

Katy opened her mouth but quickly closed it.

“Does he know about your parents?”

Katy shrugged a shoulder. “Some.”

“But not what’s important. I know, Katy. How about your sister? The gift?”

Katy’s eyes narrowed, but he only smiled. “At one time we had no secrets between us.”

“Clint…” she started but a hard knock came on the door. She looked up to see Cameron with a deep frown on his face.

“Cameron.”

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked, but walked in as if not caring whether he was or not.

Clint stood but remained looking at Katy. “I’ll talk to you later, darling.” He winked at Cameron before leaving.

Katy’s head was pounding as she watched him walk out. She didn’t want to mess with Cameron right now. She didn’t want to mess with any of this. She wanted to crawl into her bed and pull the covers over her head. To forget the rest of the world. But she knew that didn’t solve anything. She’d tried it before.

Steeling herself for a fight, she looked up at Cameron. She expected anger but his eyes showed more concern.

“You okay?” he asked, running a finger over the circles under her eyes.

“I’d be fine if people stopped asking me that,” she snapped and stood, immediately realising her mistake because she was now too close to Cameron.

“People care about you, Katy,” Cameron said in a low voice. “You may not like it but they do. I do.”

Katy tried to move around him, but he blocked her with his body. She was afraid to touch him. Scared that if she just gave in one time, she’d never be able to pull away again.

“I’ve only seen you this pale a few times. After our last case.”

The mention of the case brought back the reminder of the dream. The secret she couldn’t…wouldn’t share. Why they couldn’t be together. “I said I was fine.”

He moved aside and let her pass. Her shoulder brushed against his chest. “Whatever you say, darling,” he mimicked Clint expertly.

Katy bit her lip to keep from laughing and walked out of her office and headed to the bathroom to wash her face.

When Katy walked into the situation room, both men looked up at her. She tried not to stare at Cameron as she realised for the first time he wasn’t wearing a suit, but jeans, a T-shirt, and boots.

He looked good enough to eat. And he knew it—she’d told him how hot she thought he looked in jeans one night after making love. Then she had indeed almost eaten every bit of him.

Katy narrowed her eyes as she noticed he was wearing the boots she’d given him for their last Christmas together. “What, no suit?”

Cameron leant back in his chair and placed his boots on the table, ankles crossed. “When in Rome,” he shrugged. “The suits were making the townsfolk restless.”

Katy knew he was right. She looked over at Ryan who was wearing tan pants and a polo shirt. “You still don’t fit in,” she told him.

Ryan laughed. “Thank God!”

* * * *

He watched from under a shade tree as the Sheriff left her station with the FBI agents behind her. He was pleased to see that his plan to bring the agents to him had worked. He wondered how Special Agent Morris would feel when he stood over the dead body of the woman he loved, knowing he’d brought her death.

He laughed as he turned to walk into the shadows, letting the SUV pass him. Special Agent Morris would know pain like he’d never imagined.

He headed back the way he came, knowing his next target would fall right into his lap.

* * * *

Katy drove back towards the Lambert property, already tired of seeing it. This time they would be talking to Bert Lambert. Katy expected the old man would be just as horrible as ever.

She wasn’t disappointed when they were led into his home office and he frowned at her.

“I heard you took the job of town Sheriff when you came back,” he said, glaring at her.

Katy nodded, waiting. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Couldn’t make it in the big city so you just hopped back down here. And now you’re bringing trouble to my home again.”

Katy felt Cameron stiffen in the chair next to her but cut off what he would have said by laughing. “Well, you see, Mr. Lambert, I don’t look at it that way. I came back here, to my home, with experience I wouldn’t have had if I’d stayed here.”

He pressed his lips together firmly.

“Furthermore, I didn’t bring trouble to you. I didn’t find the body on your property or put it there,” she told him sternly, dropping any play at being amused. “Now if we can get down to business? That is, unless you have something to hide.”

He snorted and Katy sat back in her chair, continuing, “Special Agent Morris has some questions for you.”

Katy waited while Cameron started the questioning before taking a deep breath. She hadn’t expected the older man to be happy to see her and he obviously wasn’t.

Katy could easily recall the conversation with him three months before she graduated. She hadn’t come from money. She’d lived with her aunt in a run-down brownstone and wasn’t class like his boys. He hadn’t wanted Clint dating her and had made sure she knew it.

The words he’d said had hurt. Hurt badly and had accomplished what he’d sought. She broke it off with Clint not long after that.

Katy listened with half an ear as the man answered Cameron’s questions. She tried to see him as a serial killer but couldn’t do it. He didn’t like to get his hands dirty. He prided himself on running his company like a business but, unlike his father and his grandfather, he’d never worked out on the rigs.

Cameron finished questioning him and then leant over the desk and shook his hand. The older man’s face tightened as Cameron thanked him for his time, and Katy knew he’d added just a little extra strength behind the handshake for her.

She resisted the smile that played on her lips.

“Ms. Rose,” he called as they made their way to the door.

Katy turned around.

“No matter what your position is in this town, it is still my town. Stay away from my son.”

Katy didn’t even respond, just turned and walked away.

Chapter Five

Cameron didn’t say anything until Katy pulled the SUV up to the station. He’d heard what the older Lambert had said to her. He wanted to question her about it but he decided to bide his time.

Katy was already uneasy about him being in her territory.

They exited the vehicle and headed inside. He almost ran Katy over when she stopped suddenly.

“Allysa! What are you doing here?” she asked a very pretty blonde who stood at the counter.

The blonde smiled at Katy before giving her attention to him and his partner.

“Hi! You must be the FBI agents. I’m Allysa. Katy’s sister.”

Cameron stared at the woman in front of him before glancing at Katy. The look on her face spoke volumes. Allysa, the woman Katy had kept hidden from him. The reason he’d decided he would claim Katy as his mate. After he’d stormed out of Katy’s apartment, he had headed directly to see his Alpha.

He was determined to prove to Katy that she was his and could trust him. She kept so much to herself, but he never would have thought she’d lie about her family. She’d told him that her parents were no longer alive, that she didn’t have any siblings. He still couldn’t understand why she’d lied about her sister.

His Alpha had granted him permission to claim Katy and tell her about his family secrets, but she had already started to pull away. Then she was gone before he could even think of coming up with a plan to reveal his true nature.

But now he had the chance to tell her and more. There was no telling how long he would have waited but thanks to Allysa, his mind had been made up.

Cameron held out his hand to the other woman. “Cameron Morris, and this is my partner, Ryan Waters.”

She shook both of their hands then quickly turned her attention back to him. “Nice to meet you both. Especially you, Cameron. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Allysa,” Katy warned.

Allysa waved a hand at her sister. “Just ignore her.” She linked her arm with his and pulled him towards the back of the station. Cameron grinned. He got a good feeling from Allysa. She would be an ally on his mission to get Katy back.

“Allysa!” Katy called after them.

Katy’s sister giggled. “I brought you all dinner. It’s sitting in the room you’re using,” she called over her shoulder.

Cameron could hear Katy muttering as she followed them.

True to her word, there were metal containers of food sitting on the table. He could smell the spicy Italian food before he even entered. The board with all their notes on it had been covered.

“Davis came and cleaned everything up before he let me in,” she explained as she sat down.

“At least someone kept some sense about them,” Katy murmured, but sat next to her sister.

Cameron and Ryan sat and they all pulled their dinners closer.

The first bite of lasagne woke up his mouth and he practically moaned.

Ryan did moan. “This is great,” he admitted.

Allysa grinned, taking a bite of her own food. “Thanks. I love to cook. I try to make sure Katy at least gets one good meal a day.”

Katy continued to eat without saying a word.

Allysa caught his eye and winked. Oh yeah, Cameron liked her.

“So you feed your sister regularly?” he asked.

“Yep. I make dinner every night. I’m sure you know she has no cooking skills whatsoever.”

Katy growled and Ryan snorted.

“Yes. It was always take-out for her,” Cameron agreed.

“Sounds like her. So tell me, Cameron, how long were you two together?” Allysa asked.

Katy choked on her food.

“Are you okay?” Allysa asked as she pounded on her sister’s back.

Katy straightened and nodded. “We were partners for two years but you know that, Allysa,” Katy said, the warning clear in her voice.

Allysa just smiled and batted her eyes in fake innocence. Even Cameron knew she was in no way innocent. She was up to something. He hoped it was only Katy on the chopping block. Still, this was the most fun he’d had at dinner in months.

“I’m just curious about your life back in Dallas. This man…your partner knew you better than anyone else,” Allysa explained to her sister.

Katy wasn’t having any of it. “There is nothing to be curious about. Now drop it,” Katy ordered.

Allysa sighed and Cameron decided to come to her rescue.

“So what do you do, Allysa?” he asked, steering the attention to the other woman.

Katy didn’t exactly relax but she did seem to calm down as Allysa told them about her job as a teacher and coach. Anytime she got close to revealing something too personal, Katy would change the subject, always back to Allysa. Just the emotion in her voice told him how much she loved the other woman. Katy was extremely proud as she added tidbits of Allysa’s stories.

Cameron enjoyed the talk and when Davis stuck his head in and called for Katy, Allysa looked up and grinned.

Katy leaned over and whispered in her sister’s ear. Both Cameron and Ryan pretended they couldn’t hear the order not to reveal anything to them. They wouldn’t have heard it if they’d had normal hearing.

Allysa nodded and waited for her sister to leave. Ryan stood and started to gather the trash. He glanced at Cameron and winked. He was giving him time with Allysa alone.

Once it was just the two of them left in the room, she leant forward.

“Okay, we don’t have much time before she comes back. Let’s do this quickly,” Allysa told him.

Cameron nodded and shifted closer. “She told you about me?”

“I know you were more than partners.”

Cameron was surprised. He really hadn’t expected that Katy would tell anyone about him. She had hidden it from everyone back in Dallas. “What exactly did she say?”

“Let me ask you something first,” she countered.

When Cameron nodded his agreement, she smiled.

“Did you love her?”

Cameron didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“She loved you too,” she told him.

“She has a funny way of showing it,” he commented and it sounded bitter even to him.

Allysa sighed and folded her hands together. “She had to trust you to even let you in. But even though you were close, she couldn’t trust you enough. She held back. She had secrets,” Allysa told him.

Cameron nodded.

“I am one of her secrets,” Allysa continued.

“Why?”

“I’m different. So is she. She protects me, always has, always will. She trusted others in her past, growing up, and they always let her down.”

Cameron let that sink in. “Who is Clint Lambert to her?”

Allysa shook her head. “That’s…complicated. He was her first love…her first betrayal. He didn’t fight for her.”

Neither had he. “Why not?”

Allysa shrugged a shoulder. “He was young. They both were. He knew her better than anyone else, but still… Some secrets should never be revealed.”

“I don’t believe that,” Cameron argued, thinking about his own secret. “When you love someone there should be nothing between you. No hiding.”

Allysa grinned. “I knew I liked you.”

Katy’s boots echoed as she headed back towards them.

“We’ll talk more,” she assured him.

Katy walked back into the room. “Not if I can help it,” she snapped as she stopped by her sister’s chair.

Both Katy and Cameron laughed.

“You about ready?” Ryan asked as he also returned to the room.

Cameron stood and held out his hand to Katy’s sister. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“And you.”

He looked over at Katy and held back the laugh that wanted to escape at her scowl.

“Ryan and I are going to try to get a look around town. Just scope things out. We’ll follow some paths and see if they look like the ones in Dallas,” he told her.

“On a hunch, I sent Davis over to the library a town over. They found her vehicle,” she told him.

“A hunch?” he questioned. He had learnt long ago that Katy’s hunches could break cases wide open. Another thing she kept close.

She shrugged. “Her car wasn’t here in town. Someone would have noticed it. I asked her mother where she might have gone, and she told me she would go to the library in Christi once in a while.”

She was lying. He didn’t know what about exactly, but there was something she was not telling him.

“Fine, we’ll check it out,” he told her.

Katy waited until Cameron and Ryan left before turning to her sister. “What did you think you were doing?” she practically shouted.

“I wanted to meet him! And you know as well as I do it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t come here,” Allysa argued.

“You didn’t need to meet him. We’ll close this case and then he’ll be gone.” Oh, she should have expected something like this. She had been so torn up when she’d first returned she had told her sister everything.

“He loves you,” Allysa told her softly.

“Don’t. Don’t go there,” she ordered. She started to gather the files that covered the end of the table. They were the reports from the cases in Dallas. She hadn’t had a lot of time to go through them yet, but she planned to plough through them tonight.

“He loves you! Even after you left him the way you did, he still loves you,” Allysa pressed on.

Katy closed her eyes and fought tears. She didn’t deserve his love. She was a freak.

“Drop it, Allysa,” she demanded. “It’s over between us and I don’t care about him anymore.”

“Just talk to him! Tell him why you won’t give him children!” her sister pleaded.

Katy froze. They’d only talked about that once. The night when Cameron had held her in his arms, softly talking to her as she drifted to sleep. He had whispered how much he loved her. How he couldn’t wait until she was his, until he claimed her and they could start a family together. A family. She had never discussed that with anyone else. She wouldn’t give him children. She wouldn’t pass on what she was to a child. It was then she’d known she had to leave. The opening had come a few weeks later when they’d been found out, then Allysa had called, bringing up another one of her lies.

“I’m sorry.” Allysa rushed over to hug her, the files between them. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s…” Katy stopped when she saw her sister’s face. She had one of the files in her hand. The file was closed but it was obvious she was getting a vision.

Katy dropped everything else in her hands and wrapped both arms around her sister.

Allysa’s body shook as she took the journey her gift provided. Her eyelids fluttered and her body tensed. Tears fell from her eyes and Katy held her tight and rocked her.

Allysa screamed and collapsed into her arms. They sank to the floor and Katy tried to calm her.

Her sister was wide-eyed as their gazes locked. “He’s after you,” she said, right before she passed out.

Chapter Six

Cameron opened the passenger door and let the small grey wolf out of the rental car. They’d decided on the way over to let Ryan change and Cameron would remain in human form. If anyone was to see them, it would look like a man and a big dog walking around.

At least from a distance.

Ryan raised his head and sniffed around. Amanda Caldwell’s car had already been towed away from the lot, but if the killer had been there, there should be some kind of lingering scent.

Cameron followed behind Ryan as he stalked across the lot.

Ryan sniffed and walked in circles before he settled on one spot in particular. There Ryan sat, lifted a paw, and whined.

This was it then. This was where Amanda Caldwell had been taken. Cameron looked around using his superior sight to try to see into the shadows that surrounded him.

There were plenty of trees and bushes that would have allowed the killer to sit and wait. He nudged Ryan with his foot. His partner stood on all fours, shook his body, and headed off towards the trees.

They searched amongst them until they came to a spot where they could see both the library door and where Amanda had parked her Jeep. Ryan pawed at the ground. There was a light impression.

Yes, this was where he’d waited. Cameron took the digital camera from his neck and started to take pictures. Ryan roamed behind him but he knew his partner wouldn’t go too far.

Cameron took pictures of where the killer had waited and then some of the parking lot and library door to show his view. A whine behind him told him Ryan had found more. Cameron put the cover back on the camera and went to his partner.

There, in the softened dirt, were drag marks. He had taken Amanda through this way. They followed the small trail until it came to the street. This was where he would have parked.

Cameron took some more pictures before he whistled for Ryan. Tomorrow they would interview everyone in the area to see if they had seen a vehicle parked here.

Katy closed Allysa’s bedroom door and headed into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Once that was done, she sat at the table and got out the files she’d brought home.

She separated them into piles of each of the murders. She went through the very first murder. Janette Collins, a twenty-six-year-old, single pre-school teacher. She had been taken from a mall in Dallas where she had been shopping for her sister’s wedding present.

She had been found in a drainage ditch. Her hands and feet bound, her body beaten, and her pinkie missing. The pictures did nothing to calm Katy’s already turning stomach. This man was an animal.

She made a cup of coffee and opened the files on the second case. Carla Moffit, a twenty-five-year-old kindergarten teacher. Taken from a park where she jogged every morning at five o’clock.

The pictures were so similar to the first, there was no doubt that the murders were related. Carla had been found on the side of the highway when a truck driver had stopped to take a piss.

The third and fourth murders matched the first two. She had just opened another file when there was a knock on the door. She frowned at the clock above the stove. It was already past ten and no one should be by.

She grabbed her sidearm as she made her way to the front door. She looked out the peephole and saw Cameron on her porch.

Opening the door, she glared at him.

Cameron just smiled and leant against the doorjamb.

“How’d you find out where I live?” she asked, not that it would have been difficult.

He shrugged. “Small town and all that.”

She sighed. “It’s late, what do you want?”

“Gonna invite me in?”

She really didn’t want to. He looked too good standing there in an old pair of worn jeans, tight black T-shirt, and a wild look in his eye. But even as she debated whether to let him in or not, she was standing back and he walked in.

She closed the door and he walked further into the living room.

“I have some coffee made if you want,” she offered.

He turned away from studying the living room and smiled. “That would be good.”

She refilled her cup and made him a new one. He took it from her and sat at the table. He flipped through the files and looked up. “Late night reading?”

She shrugged. “Hadn’t had lot of time to go through all of them.”

He nodded and handed her the camera he still carried. Katy sat in the chair she’d been in earlier. She powered the camera on then flicked through the pictures. The pictures were of the library, the parking lot, the area that surrounded it, and finally a street.

“That street is where we think he was parked. Someone could have seen him. Could have at least seen what car was there,” Cameron told her.

Katy flipped through the pictures again. “This is good. Christi is even smaller than we are. There is a good chance someone did see the car.”

“He made a mistake coming here. In the city he could get away without being seen. Here, someone will have noticed him at some time,” Cameron agreed.

“I’m having my deputies check all the motels here and any surrounding areas. If he’s still here, he has to be staying somewhere. I also contacted a friend at the Border Patrol. If we can get the information about the car that will help,” Katy told him.

“That’s good. I think the case is moving pretty good.”

Katy agreed. But she still had what Allysa had seen heavy on her mind. “Why did he come here?”

Cameron drained his coffee before he set the cup down. “I don’t know. I’ve racked my brain over that. We were close in Dallas. I know we were. But why did he come so far west? What are the chances he would come here?”

That was what Katy was worried about. Because if for some reason he had come here because of her, Amanda Caldwell’s death was on her conscience.

Was he from an old case? Had they come across him sometime when they were partners? She just didn’t know. She looked up and met his eyes.

“How did you know about the library?” he asked.

Katy blinked at him. “I told you—”

“Why don’t you tell me the truth this time?” he interrupted.

“What? I…”

“You know something more.” Cameron narrowed his eyes. “You always knew more.”

She met his look. “Just like you knew other…different things about the cases.”

He grinned. He’d wondered if she ever noticed anything unusual about him. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he said instead.

“Really?” she asked with the raise of an eyebrow. “How about that time you followed a guy for twelve blocks because he ‘smelt’ familiar? Then once we had him in custody, he confessed to robbing that bank.”

“Just lucky I guess,” Cameron quipped. “How about that co-ed who said she was one of the woman raped by the serial rapist, and you figured out that she had seen her boyfriend with another woman and wanted his sympathy?”

“We both knew she was lying,” she argued.

“Yes, but you knew about the boyfriend.”

“A woman thing,” she said, laughing.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Cameron said before he dropped his smile. “I think there’s more to you than you’re saying.”

“Right back atcha,” Katy responded and finished her own coffee.

“Okay then.” Cameron stood. Katy also got up and started walking towards the door.

She only took about three steps before Cameron grasped her elbows and pulled her back against him.

“Are we done talking shop then?” he whispered in her ear.

Katy shivered. She could feel the heat from his body. It made her want to bury herself inside and forget. “I don’t think…”

His lips brushed the sensitive skin below her ear. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

His hands moved up and caressed her arms. “You used to be able to lose yourself with me. Do you remember?”

She did. She had been able to let everything go when she was with him. Even the dreams had come less, although they hadn’t stopped.

“Tell me you didn’t miss me…didn’t miss us,” he whispered.

Katy arched into his touch when he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. She moaned as his fingers brushed over her nipples.

“That’s what I thought.” He spun her around and closed his mouth over hers.

Katy opened for him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Cameron felt solid against her and it was all she could do to keep herself from climbing his body.

The kiss deepened and she slid one hand into his hair and held him tightly against her. She couldn’t resist. Their bodies moved together until he pressed her against the table. He lifted her up and sat her on top.

His mouth left hers and travelled down her throat. She whimpered in need and leant back. His fingers quickly worked the buttons of her uniform shirt open.

Cool air met her flesh as he parted the front of her shirt. He bent his head and captured one silk covered nipple in his mouth. She bucked against him.

“Cameron!” she panted. God, she wanted him. Wanted him inside her this time. Not the teasing, no taunting, just the two of them locked together.

He released her and trailed kisses over her breast to her other nipple. He lavished that one with swipes of his tongue.

“Oh…yes,” she encouraged.

He hummed against her skin. Then before she knew what he intended, he grabbed both cups of her silk bra and ripped. He surprised a laugh out of her.

“Want to feel your skin,” he told her.

“Yes! Yes!” She clawed at his T-shirt until he pulled it over his head. He still had the best looking chest she had ever seen. Muscular, wide, hairless and so yummy. She wanted a taste of him. “Come here.”

He grinned before he bent back down. “What do you want?”

“You… I want you!”

Cameron teased his lips over hers. “What do you want with me?”

“I want to taste you,” she told him. “Please.”

He kissed her again. Katy scraped her nails down his sides, causing him to hiss into her mouth. The kiss grew hotter until they had to break away to breathe.

Cameron didn’t slow down though. He attacked her boots then her pants, removed her shirt and the remainder of her bra, until he had her naked. Then he covered the top of her body with his.

Katy wrapped her legs around his waist. “Naked, get naked,” she panted.

Both of their hands went to the button and zipper of his pants. They managed to release him from the confines of the jeans then he stepped away to shove them down his hips.

Katy’s breath caught in her throat. His cock stood out hard and proud. He ran his hand over the tip, collecting the precum.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Katy scrambled off the table and dropped to her knees in front of him.

Her heart was beating so fast. She wanted him like she had never wanted another man in her life. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t stop herself. There had always been something wild about loving Cameron.

She replaced his hand with her own. She pumped his cock a few times before she leant forward and took the tip into her mouth.

He moaned and wrapped his fingers into her hair. “Suck me,” he demanded.

Katy licked the tip of his shaft, ran her tongue under the sensitive head, before she took him deep.

His heady taste assaulted her senses and she moaned as she started to bob her head.

Chapter Seven

Cameron groaned and tightened his hold on Katy. She knew how to go down on a man, that was for sure. She’d always told him she enjoyed doing it, and with her on her knees, he had no reason to doubt her.

The hand that wasn’t pumping his prick was below fondling and rolling his balls. It felt so good. He moved his hips slowly, not wanting to choke her and at the same time trying to hold off his orgasm. Katy, however, had other plans. She moaned around his cock in her mouth, and the vibration went straight to his balls.

He held her head still and started to whip his hips faster until he was full out fucking her mouth. She gave up control easily and opened her throat to take everything he gave.

She pressed against the very sensitive area behind his balls and he lost control.

“Oh God!” he cried. “Yes…yes…gonna…” he warned right before he shot down her throat.

Katy swallowed his seed down until his prick was clean then she released him with a loud wet sound.

He reached down and pulled her up and into his arms. He was still hard. The best thing about his gift was the ability to go all night long. He could come several times and not lose his erection. Katy had teased him about the vitamins he must take. Soon she would find out what the reason really was.

He kissed her hard. He didn’t want to think about his powers right then. Or the fact that he believed she had some of her own. She wrapped a leg around his waist and humped up against him.

He growled and lifted her off the ground before he turned and pressed her against the kitchen wall. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He had always enjoyed this position, having the ability to go inside her deeper than normal.

He grabbed a hold of his cock and teased the entrance of her pussy.

“Is this what you want, honey?” he teased.

“Yes…please,” she begged.

He started to push inside. She was tight, the walls of her cunt pulsing as he pushed deeper.

She cried out as he slid all the way inside.

He paused once he was buried balls-deep, her inner muscles convulsing, trying to hold him inside. “I’m gonna fuck you, darling. Hard and deep. Gonna make you mine,” he told her, his voice strained even to his own ears.

She moaned and arched her back.

“Hold onto me,” he ordered then slowly pulled out and plunged back in.

Sweet sounds tumbled out of her mouth and he stroked in and out of her hard and deep just like he’d promised. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on.

She moved her hips to meet each thrust and the sound of flesh slamming into flesh echoed loudly around them.

“More,” she begged and he sped up.

She threw her head back as her body broke apart, and she cried out as she climaxed. It wasn’t enough for him. He was going to claim her. Make her his forever.

“Again!” he ordered and continued to pound into her.

She bucked under him, unable to stay with the rhythm. Cameron continued to take her body. He was close again too.

“You’re going to come with me. This time together,” he told her. “Now!”

She screamed, her body shaking hard. Cameron bent his head, attached his teeth to her shoulder and bit down.

He thrust one last time as his cock emptied his seed deep inside her, and he tasted her blood from his bite.

They both fought to get their breathing under control. When Cameron thought she was ready, he pulled out and slowly let her feet touch the ground.

She sagged against the wall. “That was…intense,” she finally said.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He rested his hand against the wall above her head.

Katy looked up at Cameron as they tried to calm their beating hearts. He waited for the regret to sink in and for it to show in her eyes. When it didn’t come immediately, he relaxed.

She gazed up into his eyes with a look of concentration, her lip between her teeth.

“Hey,” Cameron said, running his fingers over her cheek. “No thinking.”

She smiled. And he was transported back to almost a year ago, when after a long day they would collapse in each other’s arms. When all was right in the world. When he could love her.

It would pass, he knew that. While right now she was still feeling mushy from their lovemaking, once her brain reconnected she would try to build that wall between them again. This time Cameron wouldn’t let her.

“I’m surprised we didn’t wake Allysa,” Katy told him and pushed away from the wall.

“Allysa’s here?” Cameron asked and grabbed his jeans. Shit, he hadn’t even thought about that. As much as he liked Katy’s sister, he didn’t want a witness to their intimate connection.

Katy giggled, a sound he rarely heard. “She does live here. Luckily she took a sleeping pill before bed and nothing could wake her.” She collected her own clothes and grabbed his hand. “But just in case, maybe we should move this to the bedroom.”

Cameron grinned. “Bed? I can do lots of things in a bed.”

She laughed and pulled him towards her room. “Yes, I know.”

The annoying sound of the alarm chirped loudly from the side of the bed. Katy reached over and smacked the aggravating thing several times before it stopped.

She groaned and buried her face back into the pillow.

The pillow that was moving under her cheek.

“I forgot how much you hate the morning,” Cameron told her with heavy amusement in his voice.

“Shh…pillows don’t talk,” she complained.

“Do pillows do this?” he asked right before firm hands grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him.

“No,” she mumbled and pressed her face against his chest. “Now please be quiet so we can get some more sleep.”

“Your alarm went off,” he reminded her.

“Uh huh,” she agreed.

“Usually that means it’s time to get up,” he replied.

“Five more minutes,” she whined.

“Well, we could sleep for five more minutes or we could…” he trailed off and let his fingers speak for him.

Oh, she liked that. He used his thumb to manipulate her clit. She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “You think you can get me off in five minutes?” she teased but really was it such a big deal if they were late?

Cameron laughed and rolled her under him. “We’ll shower together and save even more time.”

Her laugh was cut off into a moan when he dropped his head and started to lick one nipple. His fingers teased her folds before they found her needy pussy.

He tongued one breast then the other while his fingers played. He pushed two long digits into her cunt and started to pump his hand in and out. Katy rode his hand while his mouth travelled lower.

“Please, Cameron…” He felt so good…she would beg.

“What? What do you want?” he asked, his fingers moving faster.

“Fuck me, please fuck me.”

Cameron sucked the flesh of her stomach and raised a mark. “You want me?”

“Yes,” she told him and spread her legs further.

Cameron moved up her body quickly. Katy grabbed his hips and pushed up.

“Then you have me,” he told her and slid inside.

Katy lifted her hips to accept him. His cock, hard and long, filled her completely. He pulled out slowly and even her body tried to hold him inside.

Inside her body where he belonged.

She knew it. Cameron was her one and only, but he would be gone soon. He would return to his normal life and she would go on getting through hers as best she could.

Overcome with emotion, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

He moved inside her deeply and steadily, each stroke harder than the last. This was what she wanted, him to take her over, to belong again somewhere if just for a moment.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Take me.”

Cameron sped up each thrust. Her arms fell from around his shoulders and she reached back to grab the headboard.

“That’s it, Cam. Pound me. Fuck me,” she encouraged.

He threw his head back and rode her hard. The entire bed shook. Her body was covered with sweat. She could smell him all around her. Together, they were one.

He scooted closer on his knees, pulling her legs up over his shoulders. She bent in a way that should have hurt but felt remarkable when he plunged deeper than before.

Her clit tingled, her mind went blank, and distantly she heard her own scream and she orgasmed once, twice, before his warm seed filled her.

“Love.” The word slipped out in a whisper.

Cameron watched Katy carefully as they dressed after a shared shower. He was waiting for her to come up with an excuse why they shouldn’t have done what they did last night, or this morning in bed, or a few minutes ago in the shower.

“Cameron,” she called as she finished tying her boots.

“Yes,” he answered and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn’t going to let her push him away.

“There is a good chance that Allysa is going to be up,” she told him quietly.

“Okay.”

She yanked on her ponytail. “Just let me handle this.”

He wasn’t sure if he could. If she said something stupid to her sister about them, he might be tempted to bend her over his knee and spank her ass. Hell, he was tempted to do it anyway. “We’ll see,” he said instead.

She narrowed her eyes but he just placed a gentle kiss on her lips and headed to the kitchen.

Allysa was, in fact, in the kitchen when they walked in. She hid her smile behind a cup of coffee but Cameron still saw it.

“Good morning,” he greeted as he moved to the coffee pot.

“Morning, handsome,” Allysa responded.

Katy was right behind him but she didn’t comment.

“How are you feeling?” Katy asked her sister instead.

“I’m good…headache’s gone,” Allysa answered.

“That’s good.” Katy accepted the cup Cameron handed her. “Maybe you should stay home today.”

Cameron didn’t miss the look that Allysa sent to her sister. It was one of worry.

“Maybe you should,” Allysa responded.

“Allysa, don’t,” Katy warned.

“Did you tell him?” Allysa asked her then looked over at him. “I bet she didn’t.”

“Tell me what?” Cameron asked. This wasn’t the same friendly woman from the day before. No, Allysa was scared about something. Cameron felt his gut tighten. “Tell me what?” he asked again.

“Don’t,” Katy snapped.

Cameron ignored her. “Allysa?”

The young woman sighed and shook her head. “Nothing.”

Cameron looked between the two of them. The tension that had previously left Katy was back. He could see it in the set of her shoulders and the frown on her face.

But they had been okay earlier. He had to remember that and trust that Katy would tell him. He knew if it had anything to do with the case, Katy would work it in. Only if it was personal would she bury it.

But he’d broken through last night.  It would take time, but he was certain if he was patient, Katy would find her way back to him. He finished his coffee and set the cup on the table. “I have to go pick up Ryan. We’ll meet you at the station to discuss the new information about the case.”

Neither woman responded, just stared at one another.

He rubbed his hands roughly over his face. He was going to get to the bottom of their secrets, he promised himself.

He kissed the top of Katy’s head and headed out. He glanced over his shoulder once but the two women still only continued to stare at each other.

Katy didn’t know what to do. Allysa had come close to telling Cameron about her vision. No matter how much Katy argued with her, Allysa felt it was better if he knew.

Katy didn’t agree. They had been able to keep their gifts from almost everyone and now Allysa wanted to start telling strangers. Well, not strangers really. Cameron knew them, sort of. But if Katy were to tell him about her dreams, her sister’s visions, Cameron would laugh it off. Everyone did. She would lose him.

Damn! She had already lost him. But there was no way she could live knowing he thought she was the freak everyone who did know called her.

It was better to just let Cameron believe she didn’t want him than to admit the only thing that scared her. Admitting the truth.

But she hadn’t been doing a very good job of making Cameron think she didn’t want him either.

Everything was so messed up…so confusing. The case, her and Allysa, Cameron. Her life was spiralling out of control.

Her mood didn’t improve when she saw Clint standing outside the station door.

He stepped away from the building and threw his cigarette butt onto the ground.

“That’s littering,” she snapped at him.

He pulled his sunglasses down so she could see his eyes. “Then why don’t you arrest me? Maybe you’ll have to do a strip search.”

She almost smiled. Had to bite her lips to keep it from showing. Out of all her feelings about Clint, she could admit he still charmed her.

She took a closer look. He was still just as good-looking as ever. But even with his looks and cocky attitude, he was a good guy. She should still be in love with him. He knew all about her and her family but still hung around. But she didn’t love him. Or at least not in the way he wanted. She had never loved him the way she had Cameron.

“What’s up, Clint?” she asked with a lighter tone.

“Was in town and wanted to see you,” he told her without his usual arrogance.

“Clint…”

“We’ve been friends a long time. A very long time. I’m only here another week. I want to have dinner with you,” he interrupted.

“I can’t…”

“Just dinner,” he said again. His hand caught her chin, and she looked up. “I know there is something up with the Fed. I won’t screw that up. Dinner.”

She should have said no. She should have told him she wouldn’t see him before he left. But he had been a good friend. Before. Before his father had demanded he never see her again. Before he had taken off to Colorado, leaving her alone and hurting. But that was a long time ago. She’d forgiven him—had almost forgotten the things he’d said to drive her away from him. It had been for the best, he’d said. Really, he had been right.

“Dinner,” she conceded.

He smiled just as the sound of two doors slammed behind her.

Katy turned and saw that Cameron and Ryan had arrived. Cameron’s mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes but there was no mistaking the set of his jaw. He started towards them just as Davis came out the door.

“We got a break, Sheriff! I think we found his motel.”

Chapter Eight

The motel was forty-five miles from Greenwood on I-20. It was a rundown, cheap room without much fuss. But it was the killer’s room, Katy was sure of it.

He had left them pictures. Two pictures of Amanda Caldwell. One alive, and one after she was killed. The difference between the two was horrible. He had enjoyed torturing the young woman.

“Why’d he leave these?” Ryan asked from the other side of the room.

“He’s playing with us,” Cameron commented from his place on the floor. He was checking under the bed. So far, other than the pictures, there was no sign of the killer. The room was wiped clean. Cleaner probably than when the killer had checked in.

“Why now? Why here?” Katy asked. “This doesn’t make sense.”

Cameron caught her eye. “Why you?”

Katy froze. Ryan snapped his gaze to him and Davis stopped walking through the room.

Cameron stood and walked to her. He stopped right in front of her. “I’ve been racking my brain wondering why he came here. It’s you. Or it’s me, but then that would still come back to you. Why you?”

So he’d figured it out. Allysa hadn’t needed to say anything after all. Now she had to come up with a good reason while leaving Allysa out of it.

“How can he get to the lead agent? Pull him out of his element. You said you were close in Dallas,” Katy offered.

“You’ve already thought about this,” he accused.

“It crossed my mind,” she answered with a half-truth. “If he wanted you, it would be easy to go after your old partner.”

“Or my lover,” Cameron finished.

Ryan and Davis didn’t say anything or even move. If they hadn’t known anything about their relationship, they did now.

“It makes more sense that while you were after him he looked into you. We had some pretty high profile cases. The last one especially. Just a picture of us when we were a team could have led him here to me,” she commented. That made more sense. No one had known they were lovers. But finding out they had been partners would have been easy.

“Allysa…” he whispered as his eyes lit up.

Katy jerked back at the name of her sister. It gave it away but now it was too late.

“Don’t…” she begged. She couldn’t go through it right now, not in front of other people.

Cameron’s eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched. “We’ll talk about this,” he promised and went back to work.

* * * *

He watched the FBI agents and the Sheriff drive up to the motel. It had taken two days but they had finally got his presents. He’d taken the pictures himself. His art.

The Sheriff looked good in her uniform. He would bet she would look even better naked, tied up and at his mercy.

Everything was ready. He had his new place. Had all his supplies. And Sheriff Rose would soon be falling right into his trap. Then after he disposed of her body for the Special Agent to find, he would move on. He already knew where he was heading.

He was leaving Texas. Saw a picture of the nightlife in L.A. Lots of easy women to choose from there. He just needed to get the FBI off his back. Get some revenge on all the nasty things they had called him.

* * * *

There was no news about the car. Cameron paced the small situation room as he thought about that. Someone had to have seen the car. Katy’s deputies had interviewed the library staff and had confirmed that Amanda Caldwell had arrived around five o’clock that night and was there until closing. She was one of, if not the last patron that night.

Someone had to have seen something!

He continued to pace until Katy walked into the room. She stopped short when she saw he was alone.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, seeing the need to flee in her eyes.

She closed the door behind her. “Okay, let’s have this out.”

Her voice was calm but he could read her well enough. She was nervous. She stayed close to the door as if that would help. Cameron laughed.

“You’re not meeting your executioner.”

She shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“How did you know about the library? About why he came here?”

She stared at him for a long time before answering. He could see it in her eyes. The need to tell him. The confusion on what to do. Finally the decision.

When she spoke her voice was soft.

“My family is different. It’s hard to explain, but the women in my family have special…gifts,” she explained slowly. “It’s always been that way and we don’t know why.”

Cameron thought about that. The same could be said about his. Except that being a werewolf only ran in the male DNA. He knew she wasn’t a shifter. He could smell one a mile away.

“Each person has their own unique…thing,” Katy continued.

“Thing?” he asked.

“I have dreams that put me in people’s memories. I feel what they feel or felt, see what they saw, what happens to them in the dreams happens to me.”

Cameron watched her face as she spoke. She was telling him the truth. He could smell a lie, but even without that, he could see the pain in her eyes. “My God!”

When he would have gone to her, she held up a hand. “There’s more. It’s always something that has already happened. Someone that is on my mind, like when I am working a case. I knew about the library because I was there. I felt how scared she was when she knew someone was watching her. When she ran, it felt like it was me. I felt the absolute terror when he grabbed her.”

“Katy…”

“Let me finish!” she yelled.

Cameron fisted his hands at his side. He wanted to hold her. To comfort her. It must have been so hard to have all of this in her head when she couldn’t tell anyone. But he would let her finish telling him about it. Then he would take her in his arms and never let her go.

“It comes and goes. I never know what I am going to dream about.” She paused. “But I’m not the only one. Allysa has a…gift too. She calls hers a gift, unlike me. She can touch something and get visions.”

“Visions?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered angrily. “Visions! Whether you believe it or not. When she picked up a file we had in here yesterday, she had a vision from the killer. She didn’t see him. She saw me. He was watching me!”

“That’s what she meant when she asked if you told me.” His temper was also flaring.

“Yes,” she admitted, defeated.

“So even when you were in danger, you chose to keep me in the dark. Instead of sharing with me what was happening, you lied,” he accused.

“I never lied,” she argued and took a step closer. “I might have withheld something, but I didn’t lie. We couldn’t have proved it anyway.”

“Withheld information,” he echoed on a short laugh.

“It wasn’t really a lie,” she repeated. She was losing her footing. Confused, unsure what to say. Right where he wanted her. His blood still burned at the thought of her being in danger. Because of him. She had known and wouldn’t have let him protect her. Would have depended only on herself.

Cameron took a step towards her, too. “Oh, you lied. Every time I asked you what was wrong and you told me nothing. When you left me and told me you were needed at home. You lied every time you kept your damn secrets to yourself!” he yelled.

“And what would you have done? You have no idea what it’s been like my whole life to be some kind of freak!”

They were nose to nose, screaming at each other.

Cameron did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed her arms, hauled her up and kissed her.

Her hands clamped down on his shoulders while she opened her mouth. They kissed with raw passion and need.

“Stupid, stubborn pig-headed woman,” he panted against her mouth as they broke away.

“Don’t you get it?” she snapped. She was working her way towards being pissed again. Trying to hold onto her anger because once he stripped it from her, she would have to be honest.

“I get it. I understand,” he murmured. “But I still love you.”

She gasped and tried to pull away. When he didn’t give her the room, she fell into his embrace.

“Love you. Will always protect you. You and your family. You belong to me,” he spoke softly, rubbing his hands up and down her neck.

She shook, her emotional battle giving way to need. Her scent changed. No longer angry, she was now full of want for him.

He could take care of everything she needed. That was what being mates meant. He could take her mind away from her confession. Give her more.

“Mine,” he declared, nibbling her neck.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled and pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans.

“All you had to do was tell me,” he murmured against her skin, walking her back to the table. He spun her around and pushed her face down. He was hurt that she had never shared with him…but he had done the same thing. He had to come clean with her. To tell her about him. There was no way he could hold anything back from her now. First thing after the case was done he would tell her, but first…

“Cameron!” she cried out when he kicked her legs apart.

“Shut up! You had your time to talk,” he ordered gently. He reached around and easily undid the buttons of her shirt. He was overwhelmed with the need to claim her, to mark her, to protect her. “It’s my time now,” he told her. The button and zipper of her pants were next. “And you’re gonna finally listen to me.”

He removed her boots and pulled her pants and underwear down. The shirt was taken off and thrown onto the table. “You’re gonna do more than listen. You are going to hear me. Hear every word I say,” he continued.

He didn’t rip the bra off although he wanted to. Once he had her naked, he leant over her so she could feel his body against hers.

“Cameron!” she moaned.

“Every word, Katy… every single word.” He still had all his clothes on and decided to leave it that way. To remain mostly dressed and have her understand that he was in charge now. He was no longer angry. But things were changing in their relationship. This was the first step towards leaving secrets behind.

He quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down his hips. They caught at his knees.

He bent back over and grasped both of Katy’s hands in one of his. He stretched her arms up over her head. “This is just the two of us. You and me. The way it was meant to be.”

With his free hand, he teased her sex with his cock.

“When I take you,” he said, as he slowly pushed just the tip inside. He was rewarded with her deep groan, “it will be forever. You can’t run from me anymore. You’ll tell me everything. You’re mine.”

He pulled the tip of his shaft out then back in. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she repeated.

“Again!” he ordered.

“Yours,” she said again, and he slammed inside.

Katy’s cry echoed throughout the room. “That’s right… you’re mine. My woman! My mate! You belong to me!” he chanted as he plunged in and out.

Vaguely he could hear her muffled agreement as he pounded inside.

The table under them creaked as he picked up speed and his thrusts shortened and became more frenzied. Her inner muscles clamped down and she called out her climax. He slammed one more time and released his seed inside her.

Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the room as they fought to regain their composure.

It only took a minute before she was wiggling under him.

“Cameron! Get off! Someone could come in!”

He chuckled as he stepped back. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go. I’ll stay at your house tonight.”

Chapter Nine

Katy arrived before anyone else the next morning and used that time to catch up on things other than the case. Davis and Williams had broken up a fight at one of the bars on the outskirts of town the night before. They had arrested the Blooms brothers and held them for the night, and were still waiting for them to sober up.

Mrs. Collins on

Second Street

called and complained about her neighbours’ tree dropping acorns into her flowerbeds.

Normal, everyday Sheriff’s business. After Cameron left, things would go completely back to normal. The thought of Cameron leaving made her stomach clench. Last night when they had finally made it to bed, they hadn’t talked about what would happen then. He had made love to her slowly and gently while he made promises of how she would always be his.

A knock on her door interrupted any further musing about Cameron.

“Clint,” she greeted as he walked in.

“Hey, Katy,” he responded and took a seat. “I made reservations for us at TB’s steak house for seven.”

Dinner. She had forgotten all about agreeing to have dinner with him. She knew Cameron wouldn’t like that.

“I really don’t think…”

Clint clucked his tongue at her. “Now, you promised dinner. You’re not going to back out on me now?”

“No, it’s not that,” she tried.

“It’s just dinner,” he said again.

Katy sighed. Damn, she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to go to dinner but Cameron would be gone soon too. Should she really start to rearrange her life when she knew he wouldn’t be around long? At least Clint would be back for visits, even if she knew they would only ever be friends. Before she could say anything else, Cameron walked into her office without knocking.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company…again,” he commented.

“Cameron, it’s not…” She trailed off. It wasn’t what? It wasn’t what he thought, sure, but how could she tell him that? She’d only recently told him about her gifts. He wouldn’t like to know that Clint had known since they were children.

“I was just leaving, Special Agent,” Clint said, standing. “I’ll see you tonight at seven, Katy. I’ll pick you up at your house.”

And with that he left the office, leaving Katy to face Cameron alone.

“Plans?” he asked in a low, calm voice.

“It’s just dinner, Cameron. Nothing more,” she told him, standing from her desk.

“Dinner?” he asked.

“Yes, just dinner,” she assured him.

He stared at her for a couple of minutes. “Everyone’s here. Shall we get started?”

He walked away before she answered.

“Damn, double damn,” Katy cursed. That was exactly the reaction she was afraid of. Clint meant nothing more to her than a friend. They had old unfinished business to talk through, but that was it.

That was all she wanted. Cameron was it for her now. She knew that. She’d told him her deepest, darkest secret and he hadn’t run. Instead he had told her how much he loved her. He’d shown her body how well they fit together.

So she hadn’t been completely honest with him. Well, if truth be told, he wasn’t being completely honest with her either. She knew he was hiding something. Oh, it wasn’t the same kind of secret that she’d kept, but there was something he wasn’t telling her. She could see it every time he looked at her. When he opened his mouth but changed his mind.

But she had the right to see an old friend for dinner and say goodbye. Cameron would just have to get over his jealousy. Mind made up, she followed him out the door.

* * * *

After the tension throughout the day, Katy was glad to be on her way home. Cameron and Ryan had left to head to their room ten minutes before. Cameron hadn’t even looked at her.

She had known he wouldn’t be happy with her going to dinner with another man, but she hadn’t expected him to freeze her out.

He was angry and hurt? Well, so was she. Did he really think she would jump from his bed to another man’s? If he did, he really didn’t know her.

A headache was just starting to pound and she would barely have enough time to shower and change before Clint got there to pick her up. She took the curve five miles from her house and reached for some aspirin in the centre console. She picked up the bottle and shook it. Damn, empty.

Up ahead on the road, a vehicle-shaped object loomed, lit by her headlights.

“Shit!”

She slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel hard. The brakes didn’t work. She tried to straighten out the wheel but it was too late. The car sped to the side. She grabbed the emergency brake and pulled up and cursed again as the SUV flipped then rolled down the side of the road.

Cameron paced the inside of his room at the local bed and breakfast, cursing Katy and himself. He should have talked to her. Told her what he was thinking, told her what he had wanted to say when they’d been in bed together.

She had shared her secrets and it was time he did the same. He had planned on telling her. Maybe tonight. He’d thought about it all last night as she lay beside him.

It wasn’t fair that she’d bared her soul and he still held back.

It had been about three in the morning when he realised why he was putting it off. He was still afraid. He didn’t think he could watch her walk away because of what he was.

She hated her gift so much that he doubted she would look at his in a positive light. But for him, being a shifter was a wonderful thing. He had a family, an entire Pack, a place to belong. He could offer her that. He could introduce both her and Allysa to people who would welcome them and their gifts.

But what if Katy didn’t want him because of his abilities? She could use that as an excuse for why they couldn’t be together. Still, he’d made the decision to tell her. Lay all of his cards on the table. Let her decide so they could get to work on their future.

As soon as they case was over, they could be together, forever.

Now instead of that, she was at dinner with another man. An old lover, he was sure.

It was stupid. She should be with him.

He grabbed his car keys off the dresser and left his room. He would go for a drive.

He knew where he was headed immediately. Katy would probably already be gone on her date, but he would just wait for her. Allysa would probably be home. And if she wasn’t, he would move on to plan B. As soon as he thought of it.

The word ‘obsessed’ floated through his mind but he tried to push the thought away. She was his mate—he just hadn’t claimed her yet. She would have been his a year ago if she hadn’t run. He’d thought she had just needed time, and he had been hurt when she had told him she didn’t love him and she was leaving. Prior to that, she had put in a transfer, found another job, and packed her apartment, all before she’d let him know.

He drove past the Sheriff’s station before turning off to take the rural road to her house instead of going through the town. It would wrap around and take him longer but he had time to waste anyway. Needed to think how he was going to tell her he could shift into a wolf.

It shouldn’t come as too big of a surprise. She had hinted that she had some idea he was different. He should have told her then but he was more worried about getting her to admit she belonged to him. It had calmed the wolf inside when she’d finally said the words.

He’d let his wolf peek out as he had taken her. Luckily their position hadn’t allowed her to see his eyes, which he was sure had started to glow.

He slowed upon reaching Katy’s lane and drove up to the house. It was lit up and he saw a Jeep and truck in the drive. He hadn’t thought that Allysa might have company of her own. He really didn’t want to bother her.

He pulled up behind the Jeep and parked his rental car. He should go inside and ask what time Katy was expected back. He could wait in his car, but that was a little too stalkerish. Before he could make a decision the front door opened.

Allysa was waiting in the doorway. She raised a hand. Cameron sighed and cut the engine. Well, it was too late now. He exited the vehicle and walked up the pathway.

“Hey, Cameron,” Allysa greeted. “Is Katy behind you?”

Cameron shook his head. “No, she was going out to dinner with Clint. I just stopped by to see—”

“Clint’s still here. Katy hasn’t made it home yet. We figured something came up with the case and she forgot to call.”

Cameron had reached her by then and could see the anxiety on her face. He checked his watch. It was a little after eight. “Weren’t they supposed to go at seven?”

Before Allysa could answer, Clint stepped up behind her.

“Oh, it’s you,” the other man commented with a frown.

Cameron ignored him. “Have you called her cell?” he asked Allysa.

She shook her head. “We didn’t want to bother her. If she’s not at the office, why didn’t she come home?”

Fuck! He should have talked to her before he left. He was sure she would call if anything related to the case came up. Allysa grabbed his arm and pulled him inside as he reached in his pocket for his cell phone.

He followed the other two towards the kitchen while pressing the memory on his phone to where he’d saved Katy’s number. Her cell went straight to voicemail as he walked into the kitchen…

And saw them.

He snapped his phone closed and stared.

“When did those flowers arrive?” he asked in a rage-filled voice and looked to Allysa.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think now is really the time…” Allysa started to scold.

Cameron gripped his phone so hard he was surprised it didn’t crumble.

“Allysa, please!”

She shrugged. “Earlier today.”

He glanced at Clint. Please God, let it be a coincidence. “Did you send them?” he asked the other man.

Clint shook his head. “Thought you did, man.”

Rage and fury raced through his blood stream. “Fuck.”

He threw Clint his phone. “Find Ryan Waters on that, tell him about the roses, and get him here,” he told him as he turned and ran from the room to the door.

He heard Allysa call out to him but he couldn’t take the time to stop. The killer had Katy. His Katy, and he was a few hours ahead of him.

He ripped his shirt over his head before he reached the front door. His shoes and jeans came off in the drive. He shifted before he reached the road that would take him towards town.

The wolf inside him howled his displeasure of losing his mate. Cameron fought to keep control of the animal’s mind. He couldn’t let the wolf take over completely. As savage as the beast felt right now, he had no idea what would happen if he lost control.

He ran over the distance with quickness and determination, his wolf chanting the word mate to him.

He smelt her blood still miles away. He picked up his speed and only moments later crouched next to her wrecked vehicle.

Chapter Ten

Katy blinked awake slowly. Her entire body hurt.

She tried to raise her hand to her throbbing head but found herself unable to move. She was lying on her stomach on a cold concrete floor. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound.

Fear flooded every sense and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. There was no doubt where she was. Well, no, she didn’t know where she was, but she knew with whom. She had been taken by the serial killer.

Her body shook, she was so afraid. She took several deep breaths to try to calm herself. She needed to get control of the situation.

She wasn’t as unprepared as the other women. She had years of experience first as an FBI agent and then as Sheriff. She knew the killer’s M.O. She would fight until she could get away or be rescued. She wasn’t going to leave her sister alone.

Cameron would already be looking for her. She knew that with all her heart. He would not allow anything to happen to her. It seemed stupid now that she had ever thought she wanted to be away from him. She had wasted a year running scared from him.

So she wouldn’t ever give him the children he had mentioned. She was different, but while she was not sure exactly how, she knew he was as well. She vowed if…no, not if…when she got out of here, she would make it up to him. She would give him all of her heart, tell him her secrets, and share the rest of her life with him.

She was faced away from the door but she heard it open, followed by what she could only describe as the most evil laugh she’d ever heard.

Cameron struggled to keep his wolf under control as he raced towards his mate. The scent was weak but there was enough of it to point him in the right direction. The bond he shared with Katy did the rest.

They might not have mated, but they were connected. He’d marked her with his teeth. He had left behind his claim that anyone like himself would recognise.

At the time, he had just been warning everyone else away. Now he was glad he’d done it. That pull was what was going to get him to her.

Katy glared at the man who stood over her. In her experience, the worst people didn’t look like killers. This man was no different. He was quite ordinary. Dull, brown hair, average build, probably in his forties. If it wasn’t for his wild brown eyes and the hack saw he was stroking, she wouldn’t have felt such terror. Well…that and if she wasn’t tied up, unable to defend herself.

“I thought you would give me more trouble,” he taunted. “It was just so easy.”

“Well then, why don’t you untie me and we’ll see how easy it is,” she said. It was all false bravado, but he didn’t need to know that.

He clucked his tongue unhappily at her. “We both know I’m not going to do that.”

Deep breaths, she repeated over and over in her mind. Talk to him. “What are you going to do?” she asked. It wasn’t the best question in the world but it was all she could think of at the moment.

“You know what I’m going to do. You know how he will find your body,” he answered.

“He who?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

He laughed again. “You know very well who.”

His reaction pissed her off and pushed some of the fear aside. “Do I?” she taunted. “If you’ve been following me around then you know my love life is pretty complicated.” Okay, so it wasn’t really, but she wondered how long he had planned her abduction. And she needed to keep him talking.

He frowned at her. “That rich rancher means nothing to you. It wasn’t him you gave yourself to in your kitchen.”

Katy swallowed hard. Shit, he had been watching her for a while. Before she could comment, he continued.

“You’re no better than all of those other whores,” he spat at her. “You just want an attractive guy and then you fall all over yourself for him, never giving one thought about anyone else who might be better suited for you.”

Finally! Insight into his mind.

“Is that what happened to you? Someone rejected you?” She lowered her voice and added as much care as she could.

His reaction wasn’t what she expected. He smiled. “Can’t you do better than that? I was rejected—scorned by a woman, so I kill others that remind me of her?”

Katy would have shrugged if she could have.

“I’ll tell you this, Sheriff… I kill because I’m good at it. I like it.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “How do you pick your victims?”

“They call to me,” he told her, his eyes sparkling. “I see them and know.”

Katy bit her lip to keep from snapping at him. She knew better than to taunt the psycho, but God! He just saw them? That would explain the different victim types but made it even harder to protect the women out there.

“Why me? Why did you come here?” she questioned.

For the first time since he’d entered the room, he moved closer to her. Katy tried to back away but really, where was she going to go?

He didn’t stop until he stood next to her. Katy was beginning to think he wouldn’t answer, until he started to stroke her hair and replied with a soft voice.

“You are more special than any of the others. I was so intrigued by the man who hunted me. For the first time I had a worthy opponent, so I studied him as he did me. That is how I found you.”

Katy’s stomach clenched and her mouth went dry. How long had this man been after Cameron? It scared her that Cameron had been just as much in danger from this man as she was.

“I wasn’t with Cameron when you started killing in Dallas,” she told him.

He continued to stroke her. “You were always a part of him. Therefore you are a part of me.”

She trembled and blinked back tears. This man was more obsessed with Cameron than any of his victims. “You brought him here to…” she trailed off, not wanting to finish.

“To watch the woman he loves die. To know that no matter how good he is at his job, he is not better than me. To drive him slowly insane knowing he couldn’t save you.”

Katy dropped her head down. That was exactly what would happen if she died. Cameron would never forgive himself. She braced herself to fight. To conserve her energy. She couldn’t let Cameron down.

Chapter Eleven

Cameron knew he was close but the scent of his mate had faded and mixed with others around it. He was just outside the city, close to where the first victim had been found. He didn’t know the lay of the land well enough to recognise the places where Katy could be.

He stopped running and raised his head to the moon. He silently prayed to the gods and goddesses to lead him in the right direction.

Thinking about his actions now, he knew he should have waited for back up. He couldn’t change back to human form since he didn’t have any clothing; he had no way to contact his partner or anyone who might have an idea where around the area Katy might be kept.

He opened his mind and thought about Katy. He brought her dark hair and bright eyes into his mind. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed. Once he could picture her fully, he opened every sense—magical and otherwise—to her.

It was several minutes before anything happened but finally he felt the faint pull from her. She was still alive, though afraid. He could feel her heart beating like he could his own.

In the back of his mind, he could feel another presence trying to break in. He continued to concentrate on Katy but acknowledged his partner.

Ryan must be following his scent because his partner was close. Holding onto the thread he was connected to Katy with, he once again howled to let his partner know where he was.

He moved more slowly towards Katy once he’d notified Ryan his of location. Ryan would be able to follow him.

Katy sucked in a breath as big, heavy fists gripped her arms. She tried her best to keep from crying out as the man holding her started to beat on her back, his evil laughter ringing in her ears.

She thought about Cameron and Allysa…anything but what was happening to her body. She’d stopped trying to dodge each strike after too many landed on her face. Her own blood tasted metallic as it dripped from and into her mouth. Several well placed punches to her kidneys, and she finally broke her silence.

That only made her abductor laugh harder.

As her vision began to darken around the edges, she heard the faint howl of a wolf.

She would have thought she had imagined it, but it grew louder. The man above her must have heard it also because he paused and she felt him tense.

That was the moment before all Hell broke loose.

One minute she was being held down, the next the window above her head broke as a large black wolf jumped through. The wolf landed on the man and he went down to the ground. The wolf was growling and she could hear the sound of flesh being ripped. The stench of blood assaulted her nose and she had to fight not to gag.

The horrible sounds of a human dying only lasted seconds but even after all was quiet, she could still hear it in her head.

She flinched when the wolf raised his head. Blood dripped from his muzzle, making his dark fur mat. Katy raised her eyes and gasped.

She knew the moment her gaze met that of the wolf’s exactly what Cameron’s secret was.

“Oh crap,” she managed before she finally passed out.

Katy didn’t want to open her eyes. If she did she would have to acknowledge everything that happened to her and what she had witnessed.

“Come on, baby,” Cameron encouraged her. “Open your eyes.”

She could feel his hard but comforting body around her. Her hands were free and he was rubbing her wrists.

“Katy, I know you’re awake,” he whispered against her ear.

She took a deep breath and did as he asked. Tears threatened to fall at the soft, worried and scared look on his face.

“Cameron…” she murmured.

“Shh, I know, honey.”

“I saw… You were…” She couldn’t get the words out.

“Yes,” he confirmed as he began to rock back and forth.

“How?” she asked before she noticed the room was full of people. She saw his partner taking pictures aided by her deputy Davis. She kept her focus above ground level to make certain she didn’t see the body in case it hadn’t been removed yet.

Cameron gently held her chin while he turned her to meet his eyes once again.

“I’ll tell you everything, I swear. I know you have questions but I promise to answer them. Don’t pull away again, Katy,” he pleaded. “I already thought I’d lost you forever once tonight, please don’t let that happen now.”

Katy closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his. It didn’t matter what he was. Did it?

He was different, like her, but in entirely another way. It didn’t matter. She loved him. She’d sworn to herself that if she made it through, she would fight for him.

She blinked open her eyes, unable to hold in her tears. “I love you,” she whispered.

“Oh God, baby!” he choked. “I love you too.”

He stood with her in his arms. Katy buried her face in his chest, unable to look around. It didn’t matter if that made her weak. With Cameron with her, she felt like she could take on the world.

It was still dark outside when Cameron carried her out of the building. He walked over to the waiting ambulance and Katy started to object.

“You took several good blows. You need to go to the hospital,” he cut off any excuse she would have made. He set her on the gurney and she noticed he was naked.

“Um, Cam?” She chuckled.

The worry and exhaustion on his face lessened. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he said. “I’ll get dressed and then I’m riding in with you.”

Katy watched as he walked to the vehicle he and Ryan had rented. There was no shame evident, but he moved quickly. Both paramedics were looking after him, though. Katy knew the two from her work and cleared her throat.

The young woman, Stacy, blushed, but Ned, who she’d gone to school with, laughed. “Looks like we missed one hell of a party,” he said.

Katy grinned. Oh, he had no idea how much he missed. Actually neither did she. Cameron had found her pretty quickly.

Ryan and Davis hadn’t been too far behind obviously. But how was she going to write this in her report? A wolf jumped through the window? Oh yeah, that would go over well with the town folks.

She closed her eyes and leant her head against the hard surface of the gurney. So, okay—Cameron was a wolf. Part wolf? And he had saved her. Had he changed back before Davis got there? If so, how would they explain why he was naked?

She felt a gentle hand on her cheek and opened her eyes. Cameron, fully dressed, bent over her.

“Let’s get you checked out and then we’ll work through this.”

She nodded. What else could she do?

* * * *

They wanted to keep her for observation. Katy tried to argue with the doctor but between Cameron and Allysa, there was no way she was going to win. She gave up and let them take her to a private room.

While she was rolled down the hall, she pressed her hand to her head. They had cleaned her wounds, but she still felt the sticky residue from the blood in her hair. She needed to take a shower. She wondered if she would be able to manage at least that when she got into her room for the night.

The orderly who was taking her for the ride kept talking about all the interesting cases he’d seen since he started working at the hospital. Katy grunted when she figured it was needed since that was all she could manage.

Her head was starting to get fuzzy. She’d told them no painkillers. They made her loopy and she hated that.

Her mouth went dry and she could taste the medicine from her IV. Damn, they had given her painkillers.

Katy groaned as her eyelids started to droop. The orderly announced they were there and swung the door open. Katy grinned when she saw Allysa and Cameron inside waiting.

“My family,” she said happily before she was out.

Her head pounded and she had a terrible taste in her mouth. Katy opened her eyes but had to squint at the bright light in the room. Damn, that hurt.

She must have made a sound because Cameron leant over her, blocking out the light.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice soft and husky.

Katy blinked her eyes several times to try to clear her vision. She licked her lips but there wasn’t any salvia in her mouth. “Bright,” she managed.

Cameron nodded and quickly made his way to the window. He closed the blinds before turning to her. Katy watched him, trying to notice the differences. Should she have known he could turn into a wolf?

Cameron met her gaze, letting her take her time assessing him.

“I had no idea,” she told him, her voice husky.

He nodded.

Katy had so much to say but none of it seemed as important as having him close to her. She shifted in the bed until she was sitting up. He continued to stay across the room.

“Cam…” she called to him and held out her hand.

He shuffled his feet as he slowly approached.

“Hold me,” she requested as their fingers touched.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered and gathered her gently against his chest.

Katy just soaked up the warmth he provided and rested her eyes. He felt solid and good. He felt like home. After everything that happened, she was so glad to be able to touch him that her eyes began to fill up with tears.

She didn’t wipe the moisture from her face. Instead, she buried herself deeper against Cameron and let herself cry.

“Oh, honey, baby,” he soothed, hugging her and running a hand up and down her back. “Shh, it’s okay. It will be okay.”

She tried to stop trembling but it was no use. She’d lost control of her emotions. She sobbed loudly and clung to Cameron.

“Let it go. Just give it to me,” Cameron urged.

“I love you…love you so much,” she chanted as they rocked.

It took several minutes to calm herself but when she did she took a deep breath and lifted her face to his. “Don’t ever leave me. I love you,” she declared.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Katy,” he responded. “I’m not going anywhere. I know we have a lot to talk about. I need to explain things to you, but now that I have you, I will never let you go again.”

Katy had every intention of holding him to that promise.

Chapter Twelve

Cameron pulled in front of the Sheriff’s office with his truck loaded down with everything he could fit. It had been a long three months he’d been away from Katy and he couldn’t wait to see his mate.

Plus he knew the surprise he had for her would leave her speechless.

He turned the vehicle off and stepped out just as Katy exited the office and stepped onto the sidewalk. Her sunglasses were in her hand but she just paused and squinted at him. She blinked several times before she whooped loudly and ran to him.

Cameron barely had time to plant his feet before Katy launched herself through the air and into his arms.

“Cameron!” she shouted happily.

He laughed and pulled her tight against him. Their mouths collided in a messy, passion-filled kiss. Cameron’s cock hardened and he had to pull away so he could remain in control and not drag her to the truck to ravish her. “Hey, baby,” he greeted.

“I thought you were coming this weekend,” Katy questioned as he set her back on her feet.

Cameron stole another quick kiss. “I couldn’t wait another minute,” he admitted.

“Thank God!” she said on a laugh.

Cameron laughed with her. He’d only made it back for a couple of weekends over the last few months and all but one she’d had to work. She had tried to spend as much time as she could with him when he was in town but a Sheriff’s job was never quite finished. That had given him time to look around the town that would be his new home. He’d been pleasantly surprised with everything he found. It had taken a lot of help from his family, friends, and Allysa but finally everything had been put into place. The plan had come together. Starting that very night, Cameron was home.

He was there to stay. Both his and Ryan’s transfer to the El Paso office had gone through smoothly, so next week he would start making the forty-five minute drive to his new office.

He would stay in town with Katy, while Ryan had rented an apartment in El Paso. The commute every day was worth it to Cameron.

He couldn’t wait until he was able to go to bed and wake with Katy beside him every day. Which was why the surprise he had in store would be even sweeter.

“Come on,” he urged. “I have something to show you.”

Katy gave him a curious look, but with a shrug let Cameron lead her to the passenger’s side of his truck. He’d had every intention of stealing her away when he reached town. He didn’t think she would have put up much of a fight.

Once he got her inside, he slammed the door and hurried over to the driver’s door. He climbed in quickly, his entire body jumping with excitement as he started up the old truck.

“Where are we going?” Katy asked as she reached out to run her hand over his thigh.

Cameron’s entire body tightened at her touch. Just the faint scent of her could make him go rock-hard in seconds. Her taste, the feel of her hands on him, drove him crazy.

Cameron bit back a groan as Katy lightly ran her nails over the zipper of his jeans. “You’ll see,” he told her.

“Hmm,” she breathed. “I wonder where you will take me, Special Agent?” she asked as she teased. The sound of his zipper lowering echoed around the truck and he tightened his hands on the steering wheel.

“Katy…” he practically begged. He could smell her arousal and it mixed perfectly with his own. “Honey…you can’t…” He trailed off as she spread the jeans material apart and pulled out his hard erection.

The open air brushed against his sensitive member as she fisted his cock. “Oh, how I missed this…missed you,” she commented, lazily stroking him.

Cameron dropped his head back against the seat but managed, barely, to keep his eyes on the road. “Oh God, baby,” he complained. “We’re still in town.”

Katy chuckled. “I know.”

Next he heard the sound of her seatbelt being released. He jumped when she dived across the seat and swallowed his dick. “Fuck,” he yelled and slammed a fist against the steering wheel.

Katy hummed in agreement around his cock.

Cameron left one hand on the wheel and buried the other in her thick hair as she sucked and teased. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded.

Her response was to tease the heavy vein that ran under his prick. He bucked his hips, automatically trying to get deeper into more of that hot, wet heaven.

“Suck me,” he urged. “Yeah, baby…good.”

He was almost out of the town limits. Just a little longer to hold on. But her mouth, little tongue, everything was so much.

Katy pumped his cock with one hand as she continued her attentions while with the other reached into his jeans to play with his balls. Cameron spread his legs as much as he could to give her room to work.

They drove past the population sign outside of city limits just as she started to tongue the slit of his prick. His balls tightened, warning him he was close.

He jerked the wheel to the right before slamming on the brakes. His hand in Katy’s hair held her in place and as soon as the vehicle came to a stop, he started to pump into her mouth.

Katy moaned and took him deeper.

“Almost…yeah, yeah…” He continued to speak as he full-on fucked her mouth. “Yes!” he cried out and emptied his seed down her throat.

She swallowed every drop and licked him clean before lifting her head. “I missed you,” she murmured.

Cameron used the hand still buried in her hair to yank her mouth to his and ravish hers. He shoved his tongue down her throat, tasting his release and her own unique flavour. She threw her leg over his and straddled him before releasing his seatbelt, which had remained locked in place during the wonderful blowjob.

Cameron broke the kiss to growl and yank at the button of her slacks. “Off, off,” he demanded.

Katy lifted onto her knees and together they removed her pants and panties. Cameron ran two fingers through her wet folds before pushing them inside her sweet, hungry pussy. She clenched around the digits as he fingered her.

“In me… Please,” she begged, riding his hand.

Cameron pulled his fingers free and let her lower herself until the tip of his cock kissed her cunt.

They locked gazes as she slammed herself down on him.

Katy gasped and trembled above him. Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist flatting her chest to his. Katy’s pussy’s velvet walls convulsed around his prick, tightening and releasing.

It felt like home.

Katy started to rise and slowly began the smooth glide up and down.

His mouth was open and he was speaking but had no idea what words were coming out of his mouth. It didn’t seem to matter because Katy had begun to ride him hard and fast. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her mouth slightly parted, as her hips moved furiously.

Too soon and at just the right time, she cried out, dug her nails into his shoulder and climaxed. Cameron pumped half a dozen more times and followed.

Katy grinned with her face buried in Cameron’s shirt. If a citizen—or, God help her, one of her deputies—came up on her and Cameron, a FBI agent and the sheriff, having sex on the side of the road, she’d have a lot of explaining to do. But it was hard to care when she was held so lovingly by the man who’d become her world.

With regret at having to separate from him she leant back. Cameron wore a look on his face that could only be called one of deep satisfaction.

“Thanks for showing me that,” she teased.

Cameron laughed. “Oh, that wasn’t it, and you know it. We’ll just call that a detour to your destination.”

“Whatever you say,” she agreed readily. She was so relaxed and happy, she didn’t care what he called it.

Cameron helped her pull her clothes back on before he did up his own. Instead of moving back to the passenger’s side, she stayed in the middle, close to him, and belted the lap strap.

He threw an arm around her shoulder and held her close as they resumed their drive. They were headed to her house, so she had plenty of time to enjoy Cameron.

It had only been a few months since he’d had to return to Dallas and wrap up the case so he could make arrangements to be with her, but it seemed to take forever. Finally they could start their new lives together.

A bit of dread was mixed with excitement. They had committed themselves to each other. Not in the way of marriage, but by Cameron claiming her as his mate.

They would still have a formal ceremony where his Alpha would introduce them as mates but that would come in the future. Katy had stuck with the promise she’d made to herself never to give Cameron up. She would fight to keep the man forever at her side.

Lost in her own thoughts, she almost missed the fact that they passed her house.

“Hey, Cam,” she started but he just squeezed her shoulder.

Confused, Katy sat up straighter. Her street would dead-end at the end of the block. The only thing past that were the woods. “Where are we?”

“You’ll see,” he said secretively.

“But…” She trailed off when Cameron pulled his truck into the drive of the last house, a huge two-story house that looked recently fixed up. “This is old man Adams’ house,” she spoke her thoughts out loud. “I didn’t know anyone had bought it. Why didn’t I know?”

Cameron just sat quietly so she turned to look at him. And she got it. “Cam! You didn’t… You couldn’t… How…?”

He simply shook his head and undid both seatbelts. As he opened the driver’s door, he reached for her hand, pulling her out with him. Katy stood next to him and stared up at the house. The wrap-around porch had been redone, the wood pristine and beautiful, with a large double swing sitting up there, looking so inviting.

“Allysa said you’d always loved this house. When I found out it was for sale, I knew it was meant for us,” he confided in her.

Katy was speechless, so touched he’d done this. “But how?” She waved her hand around.

“With Allysa’s help, some friends, and family. I wanted to have a place to call our own.”

Katy’s heart pounded in her chest. He’d remodelled her favourite house for her…for them. She never would have expected she deserved such a man.

“I love you,” she whispered as tears of joy trailed down her checks. “God how I love you.”

They embraced before he murmured against her ear, “Well, that’s no secret—anymore.”

About the Author

Crissy Smith lives in Texas with her husband, daughter, and three Labrador retrievers. The three dogs love to curl up under her computer desk and nap while she writes. It doesn't leave a lot of room for her but what's a woman to do?

When not writing or reading, she enjoys hunting, camping and shooting. But she has a girly side too and is addicted to pedicures and coffee.

She has been writing since she was a teenager and still loves everything to do with the paranormal. Her stories and characters all have a place in her heart. She loves the Alpha male, the dominant werewolf, or the Master vampire which find their way in most of her books.

Learn more about the characters she has created at her website where they have their very own page. It will be updated from time to time to let you know what's going on with them. Also you can find out who will be in the next book.

Email: cmsmith0328@yahoo.com

Crissy Smith loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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