After and eleven year absence Janna Kincaid inherits a ranch and is forced to return to a town she only remembers with unhappiness, a man to whom she was briefly married and never wants to see again, and someone is trying to kill her.
Kye Hawkins has loved Janna since he first met her. They were married but a few weeks later she ran away, without an explanation. He still hasn’t figured out why. Now she’s coming back. Does she still love him? Can he rekindle the romance and also prevent her from being killed.
Janna doesn’t want Kye’s help in anyway, yet he always seems to be there when she’s in trouble. Can they work together to find a killer, save the Native burial ground and home of the spirits, and find romance again?
Kye filled the doorway, standing there looking regal and completely self confident. Tall and good looking, eyes that could always see right through her and that shy smile she’d felt was reserved mostly for her. She’d fallen in love with him soon after they’d met. She’d been about five at the time. He was smart, and there was something about him, an unfathomable depth, like he’d been here for many centuries. She remembered thinking at the time, I’m going to marry him when I grow up.
She felt that same pull, even after all these years.
No, I’m not going back there. Yes, I’d married him, like I’d said, but it hadn’t worked the first time. No way would she open herself to that pain again.
“Is there anyone else living here?” Janna asked.
“No. Why would you ask that?”
“For one thing, the house isn’t covered in dust and cobwebs. For another, I thought I saw a shadow heading upstairs.”
“You saw someone upstairs?”
“It was probably my imagination.”
“We don’t want to take any chances. I’ll check upstairs.”
“No, its okay. I can do it later.”
“I’m checking it now.” Kye strode by her, brushing her arm as he past. He climbed the stairs two at a time.
At his touch, the electric current sent synapses through her body, which responded, but her mind said ‘same old Kye, always taking charge.’
She headed toward the kitchen and found a kettle. By the time he came back down, she had her emotions under control and bit her tongue to refrain from commenting on taking orders from him.
“There’s no one up there, and no sign of anyone. There was an open window upstairs. I don’t remember leaving it open when I was here. Anyway, I closed it and locked it.”
“Thanks for checking. I appreciate it.”
“No problem. As for the house, Duke’s been gone for several weeks. The place was tossed when he was killed. No one’s been out here since. When I heard you were coming back, I came out and straightened up a bit. I didn’t want you to see what a mess they’d left.”
“Who left the mess?”
“They said it was an intruder, the one who shot Duke.”
“But you don’t believe it?”
“I think someone killed Duke and then tossed the place looking for something, probably his Will.”
“You think someone killed him because of the ranch?”
Janna met his eyes and saw real concern there. He knew how she would have felt if she’d walked into the mess. She wondered where Duke’s body had been found.
“Here, in the kitchen, by the stove. He was shot three times in the chest.”
It was like he’d read her mind.
Hawkins Ranch Series: Book 1
Hawkins Ranch Series: Book 2