Now you are truly being silly, querida, you could not have done this. Had your powers started the fire, it would have been spontaneous combustion, not kerosene soaked into the walls. This was deliberate. I know what monsters are, Colby, and you are not one. Come out here and rescue me from these children. They are afraid and trying to be very brave for you. They need reassurance from you.
Colby sat up, finding her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were enormous, vivid green with shock. Rafael De La Cruz had tremendous talent. She could no longer deny they had a connection. A strong connection. She couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t hearing him speaking to her, mind to mind. She couldn’t pretend that every single time he came near to her, even in a crisis, her body reacted to his. Suddenly, in the mirror, her eyes widened in shock.
He could read her thoughts. He wasn’t simply talking to her, he was responding to her thoughts. And he wasn’t even in the same room with her!
Colby sat very still, afraid to move. She could hear her heart beating loudly in the small confines of her bedroom. It was then that she realized she was hearing far more than her heart. She could hear the men in the yard, their conversations, the restless continual stomping of the horses. She could hear insects buzzing. Worse, she could hear whispers from the firemen near the stables. She pressed her hands to her ears, suddenly afraid she was losing her mind.
She felt him this time, a stirring of a shadow in her mind. Warmth flooding her, comfort, a soothing tranquility he was projecting.
It is a gift like any other. Work with it for a few moments. You can control the volume with your mind, Colby. It is nothing to fear. Turn it down until you are comfortable.
Why is this happening?
The question shimmered in her mind, a plea for help in the insanity of her world. Not just the hearing. Everything she was feeling. Even her attraction to him was bizarre. She didn’t trust it. It was too violent, too passionate, when she didn’t even like him. She also was touching his mind and felt his terrible weariness. The need of his body to cease all movement. His skin burned painfully and his eyes stung as if hot needles were pushing into them.
What is happening to you? Why are you in so much pain?
She was suddenly very, very frightened
for
him.
“Colby?” Paul knocked hesitantly. “Are you all right?” He pushed the door open wide enough to stick his head in.
Looking at his young, worried face, the naked concern for her, Colby felt her strength and resolve flowing back stronger than ever. “I’m getting there, Paulo,” she reassured him softly,
“how ’bout you?”
Answer me.
She might scream if she didn’t know that Rafael was going to be all right. Had he been burned?
“I think it will hit me tonight or tomorrow. I’m still in shock.” Paul walked across her floor to push the hair back from her forehead. “You have bruises everywhere.” He indicated her denim-clad thigh. “Was the cut bad? There was a lot of blood,” he pointed out in a clumsy attempt to show his love.
I am fine. It is good that you care.
“I’m tough, Paul, and I’ve been kicked by horses and hit the ground a lot harder than that. What about Ginny? How is she doing?” Rafael was right, if she concentrated, Colby could turn the volume down on her hearing and the assault on her senses lessened. She couldn’t stop thinking of him, couldn’t prevent her mind from trying to tune itself to his.
“Ginny has food and drink prepared for the troops,” Paul said. He cleared his throat. “I think you’d better come on out here. The fire captain wants to talk to you. Sean Everett found some things you should know about. There are kerosene containers, blackened, inside the stable.”
Colby nodded and silently followed her brother back to the kitchen. She took a deep breath to stay firmly in control. “Someone did set it, then.” She said the words aloud to test them. It was such an impossible thing to believe. “Who would do such a thing?”
Sean shook his head. “I don’t know, Colby, but the alarm system was dismantled completely and the sprinklers were tampered with. Whoever did it was very professional, very thorough. We were lucky to save the barn and outbuildings.”
There was a long silence while Colby digested the implication of his words. Lifting her head, she looked around the room at the circle of grim-faced men, at Paul’s pale features and little Ginny huddled uncertainly in a corner. Rafael stood tall beside her, his body protectively shielding the young girl from the eyes of the men in the room.
Instantly ashamed of herself, Colby gathered Ginny to her and brushed her sister’s grimy forehead with a reassuring kiss. “I think there’s been enough excitement for you, honey,” she said firmly. “Thank you for all your help, the coffee and food for everybody. I would never have thought of it. Take a shower and crawl back into bed for a few hours. It’s going to take a
lot of hard work to repair everything.” Colby glanced up at Rafael.
Thank you for looking after her.
At once she felt the brush of fingers on her face, the smallest of caresses, yet Rafael hadn’t moved, hadn’t physically touched her. She could see the fatigue etched on his face. His eyes were covered with thick black glasses, the lenses so dark she couldn’t see through them. Colby could still feel how tired and drained, how much pain he was in, although she felt him throw up a barrier so she couldn’t feel his actual pain. She could see the Chevez brothers were concerned for him. They stood in a tight knot in front of the window, anxiety on their faces as they watched Rafael.
“What can we do?” Ginny was pleading. “We won’t lose the ranch.”
“No, little chickadee.” Colby’s gaze jumped to meet Rafael’s above the little girl’s head. “We won’t lose our home. Skip off now, I’ll be right in to tuck you in.”
Reassured, Ginny went down the hall toward her bedroom. Paul couldn’t be sent off to bed, insulated from bad news or shocks. Highly intelligent, he showed his sense of responsibility in nearly everything he did.
“Colby,” Ben began, holding up a hand to stop her before she could speak. “No one thinks you set the fire. I’ve known you all of your life. You might burn down your own stable if you were mad enough, but not for insurance money and not with horses in it. Someone did it, though. Who could benefit?”
“Do you have any enemies?” Rafael asked quietly.
Her green gaze jumped to his face, her chin lifting belligerently.
Not until recently.
Rafael had spent the night with her on the ranch. He had not been there when she woke up. The thought came unbidden, unwanted.
Be very careful of saying things you cannot take back, meu amor. Do not poison your brother’s mind against his uncles or against me. You know better.
Part of her felt she might be losing her mind. “Not to my knowledge.”
Sean rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully. “You’ve corralled ninety percent of the training business around here. Anyone wanting to work with horses is out of luck.”
“Most ranchers break and train their own horses. In any
case, most of the ranches are cattle ranches. I don’t see how I could be stepping on toes taking in horses to board or train. I’ve been doing it for years.”
“What about this man Daniels Ginny was telling me about?” Rafael straightened from where he was leaning casually against the sink, a fluid motion of sheer grace and power. “Does he stand to gain the ranch?”
“Clinton Daniels may be the biggest creep in the world, but he’s a wealthy man. He doesn’t care whether he has this ranch or not. I wish it was that simple.”
Julio Chevez cleared his throat. “Don Rafael, the sun has risen and you have been up all night. Perhaps Juan and I should stay here and oversee things while you return with Senhor Everett in the helicopter,” he suggested.
Colby looked at him, for the first time really noticing the resemblance to his brother, Armando Chevez. She also realized he was nervous, very nervous, and it had something to do with Rafael De La Cruz. She studied the Chevez brothers. They were handsome men as Armando had been, as Paul would surely be. They were obviously wealthy in their own right, and very educated. They both were watching Rafael carefully, and both of them were definitely tense.
Rafael reached out in front of everyone, his palm curling possessively around the nape of her neck. “You may let it be known that this woman and these children are under my protection. Should any harm befall them, I will take a hand in the hunt for the person responsible.” He spoke the words almost formally, as if it was a ritual she didn’t understand. But if she didn’t, the Chevez brothers did. They looked at one another uneasily and one made the sign of the cross, even as they nodded their acknowledgment of his words.
Rafael bent closer to her. “
Querida,
I will see to the legal papers and return as soon as possible. You must try to eat something.” Even through his dark lenses she could feel his penetrating, mesmerizing gaze. As tired as she was, Colby was afraid of falling forward and drowning in Rafael’s strong personality. Without turning his head, Rafael added softly, “Paul, instruct Ginny to make vegetable soup and insist Colby eat it. None of you must wander too far from home in my absence. Juan and Julio will assist you with your work today.”
Colby tried to shake her head. “That won’t be necessary.”
His thumb moved over her pulse in a long slow caress that sent her blood pounding. “It is necessary,
meu lindo amor,
as I can do no other than protect my own.” Abruptly he released her, his black gaze finding and pinning the Chevez brothers. “You will walk with me to the helicopter.” Rafael had circled the burn site, studying it with more than human senses. The taint of the undead was there, but the vampire had not been the one to start the fire. He may have been the will behind it, but he had not done the actual work. Rafael had no way of picking up the scent of the arsonist as too many volunteers had shown up to fight the fire. The men, who come from the various ranches and the town, had been everywhere. He could only wait for the next time, and Rafael was certain there would be a next time. He might be helpless, locked in the ground, but he would see to it that Colby was protected while he slept.
Paul’s eyebrow shot up as he watched the group of men walking toward the helicopter, Sean talking earnestly to the fire captain, Rafael and the Chevez brothers a distance apart. Rafael had his arm draped affectionately around Julio’s shoulders, but he obviously was giving them orders. “Protect my own? What does that mean, Colby?”
She had turned up the volume of her hearing again, finding it a useful tool now. “Ssh, just a minute.” She could hear the captain reassuring Sean Everett he was certain Colby hadn’t set the fire and thanking them for their help. But she couldn’t hear a thing Rafael was saying to the Chevez brothers. And strangely, she couldn’t hear what they said to him. But they were talking about Paul and Ginny and her. She was very certain of that. “Do you trust him, Paul, enough to put the ranch into his hands? Because if we borrow that money from him, that’s exactly what we’re doing.”
Rafael De La Cruz removed the dark glasses and turned his head to look straight at her with glittering merciless eyes. She shivered and moved closer to her brother for protection. The helicopter was very loud, yet she knew he heard her question to Paul. Colby lifted her chin at him, pretending not to be intimidated. But she was. The Chevez brothers were not servants. They were wealthy businessmen, proud, strong men. They knew cattle and obviously worked their ranch. Yet they had
exhibited signs of something very close to fear when speaking to Rafael. Who was he to have such an effect on them?
“If he comes back with the terms he stated to me, there’s no problem,” Paul said. “He didn’t say we would have to go back to some other country; it was a straight-up loan. Of course, you’ll have to go over everything carefully, I just don’t see we have much choice.”
“You’re right, Paulo, it’s just that everything is so awful. And he isn’t a man who gives you something for nothing.”
She had lain with him, her hands on his body while he took possession of her over and over.
“I don’t trust him.”
His hands had been all over her, his body buried deep inside of hers.
“Even if he lends us the money for the mortgage, where are we going to get a new stable? All of the horses are a mess, their owners are going to be upset, and rightly so. And Shorty—what am I going to tell him? Butane was his up-and-coming hope for calf roping. Now he’s dead. Shorty won’t be so understanding that the fire was deliberately set.” She was rambling and she knew it. Normally she would have shielded Paul from her fears, but she needed to talk, to think aloud. To keep her mind away from the shocking night she had spent with a virtual stranger. To keep from thinking someone hated them enough to burn down a stable filled with horses. To keep from dwelling on Pete’s violent murder.
“Like you always tell us: one thing at a time,” he reminded her. “We got through Mom dying. And we got through Dad being confined to bed. And then we made it through when he died. We can do this too, Colby. You’re just tired.”
The morning sun shone bright, holding the dark at bay for another day. She smiled a little at that, knowing ranch life continued no matter what the drama. Animals had to be fed and watered. The world didn’t stop turning because Colby Jansen was weary and depressed. Not even because her little corner of the world was teetering on the brink of disaster.
She watched the helicopter lift off until it was a small speck in the distance, then turned to stare at the smoldering ruins of her stable. It was almost too much to comprehend. Slowly Colby sank onto the porch swing, drawing her knees up, resting her arms on her legs. Who could hate them so much? Who could have done such a thing? First Pete and now
this. Groaning softly she buried her face into her hands. She had to have a stable. A bank loan? If they borrowed the money from Rafael and the existing loan was cleared up . . . ?
Paul laid a hand on her slender shoulder. “Stop sitting out here staring at it, you’ll go crazy. Come in and get something to eat, or at least sleep for an hour or two. Rafael left those two men, my . . .” He trailed off.