by Regan Black
Dazed, she struggled to catch her breath, absently realizing one of her shoes had gone flying off, even as pandemonium broke out in the crowd. People began screaming and fighting their way toward the exits.
“Drew’s been shot,” Jesse told her, shifting his body slightly, just enough so he could haul her up and drag her off the stage. “Stay with me.” They made it all the way to the back room where earlier she and Drew had sat for makeup before Jesse’s words registered.
“Wait, what?” Struggling against his hold, she twisted enough so she could see the circle of people huddled over the spot where her husband had been standing. Jesse, who had until today managed to avoid touching her, kept a firm grip on her arm.
“You don’t need to see that,” he said.
“I think I do.” Glaring at him, she tried to pull herself away but he wouldn’t release her. “Let me go.”
“I’m not sure if the shooter’s been apprehended,” he growled, his espresso-colored eyes locking with hers. For one heartbeat, two, she couldn’t look away. “My job is to protect you, and by damn that’s what I’m going to do.”
Out in the crowd, the stampede hadn’t died down. Into the wave of panicked people trying to get out, paramedics and law enforcement rushed in.
“Where’s the shooter?” one of the officers yelled. No one paid him any attention, too fixated on making their way to safety. The police fanned out, some helping the crowd escape, others clearly searching.
To Eva’s relief, there were no more gunshots.
“He probably got away,” Jesse groused, sounding thoroughly disgusted.
“Let me go check on Drew.” This time, when she yanked her arm, he released his grip. Stumbling backward, she kicked off her other heel and hurried over to the group forming a protective ring around her husband. Paramedics had already forced their way through to him, and as she approached, she could see them trying to work their magic on Drew’s bloody and motionless body.
“Stay back,” one of them barked.
“I’m his wife,” she replied. Unbelievably, on the fringe of people watching, she saw several raise their phones, clearly videotaping.
Ignoring them, she dropped to her knees at Drew’s side. Behind her, Jesse continued to scan the auditorium, just in case the shooter remained out there and ready to take her out too.
One paramedic had begun CPR. The other held Drew’s wrist, searching for a pulse.
“Is he...?” Swallowing hard, for whatever reason Eva found herself glancing over her shoulder at Jesse, as if he could help her find the word.
“Let us work, ma’am,” one of the EMTs said tersely. Two more men appeared with a stretcher and they loaded Drew up on it. Eva stood frozen, not sure what to do, when Jesse took her elbow and led her after the paramedics.
The crowd parted for them. Again, she couldn’t help but notice all the raised cell phones. She wouldn’t be surprised if some of them weren’t already livestreaming on social media.
None of that mattered right now.
Outside, Drew had already been loaded up into the ambulance. Instead of immediately leaving, it sat idling. She supposed they were trying to stabilize him before they set off for the ER.
“This isn’t good,” Jesse murmured. It was then that she realized what he meant. Could it be possible the reason the ambulance wasn’t rushing to get to the hospital was because Drew was already dead?
Staring in stunned shock, she watched as the ambulance finally drove off. No lights or sirens. “Does that mean he’s...” Words failed her.
“I don’t know. Come on.” Jesse steered her to her car, a silver Range Rover. She’d come in her own vehicle, making Jesse ride in the passenger seat. She hadn’t wanted to travel with the group of people who made up Drew’s entourage. She wondered where all those people were now.
“Keys, please.” Jesse held out his hand. Numb, she dug in her purse and handed them over. Moving woodenly, she settled into the front passenger seat, robotically securing her seat belt.
Though so far she’d managed to ignore Jesse, the bodyguard she assumed Drew had assigned to her out of spite, she couldn’t actually do that right now.
“Are you all right?” he asked her, nothing but concern in his tone.
She decided to answer honestly. “I don’t know.” She actually wasn’t sure how she felt. While she didn’t love Drew and had in fact asked him for a divorce, she wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Not even her worst enemy.
“I refuse to assume the worst,” she declared, lifting her chin and staring straight ahead. Jesse didn’t need to know any of the particulars of her complicated marriage. She actually wondered why he’d even accepted the job offer from Drew. What kind of man agreed to become a bodyguard to the woman who’d broken his heart?
* * *
Jesse drove fast but safely to the hospital, able to keep the ambulance in his sights. He wasn’t sure what to make of Eva’s reaction. Maybe she’d gone into shock. The woman he’d known for years had always been demonstrative and dramatic, quick with a tear or a smile or a hug. Now Eva seemed to have become smaller somehow, withdrawn, as if she did all of her living in a place no one else could ever visit. Yet none of this even slightly diminished his desire for her. He doubted anything could.
Jesse had been in his new position as Eva’s personal bodyguard for three weeks, which worked out since the ATF had gotten leads that Eva’s husband, Drew, had been laundering money for the Mexican drug cartels, along with the Brothers of Sin’s help. Rumor had it that Drew had his own huge stash of dirty money hidden. They’d been trying to figure out a way to get someone undercover near him when Raul, head of BOS, had sent Jesse to become his daughter’s bodyguard.
Eva had, of course, kept her distance. Jesse tried not to watch her too long, though he found that once he did, he had the same trouble dragging his gaze away. She was still beautiful inside and out, and kind, with a soft, sexy voice and the same sensual grave to her movements. But she rarely laughed, and her self-composure made her seem almost robotic. He didn’t like it. The idea that marriage to Drew had done this to her tore his heart. And worse, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to change things.
From what he’d seen, Drew and Eva didn’t have a close marriage. Part of him had been glad to see Eva’s uncharacteristic lack of passion. Because late at night, when Jesse couldn’t sleep, her passion had been all he’d been able to think about.
Finally, they pulled into the hospital parking lot. The ambulance sat in the ER bay. By the time Jesse parked, he felt sure Drew’s body had already been unloaded.
Inside, they were directed to a waiting room, despite Eva’s insistence that she be allowed to see her husband. She dropped into one of the metal-and-cloth chairs with a little huff, her arms crossed and her expression inscrutable.
Jesse took a seat next to her. He didn’t speak, as he wasn’t sure what exactly to say. He could offer words of comfort, but would she even want to hear them coming from him? Once he and Eva had never had a problem relating to each other, but these days neither of them seemed able to bridge the distance.
Which, of course, was how it should be. After all, Eva had left him for another man. She’d moved to Anniversary, met and married Drew in a whirlwind courtship, and had gotten pregnant. Her son was now two. Until he’d accepted this job offer to become her bodyguard, Jesse hadn’t seen or heard from her in nearly three years.
“Why won’t they let me back there?” Eva muttered, so quietly she almost might have been talking to herself.
Instinct had him aching to put his arm around her and pull her close, but since he no longer had that right, he didn’t. “I’m sure someone will come out soon and tell you what’s going on.”
As if on cue, a harried-looking woman in a white lab coat came through the double doors. “Mrs. Rowson?”
Eva jumped to her feet. “Yes?”
“I’m Dr. L
inwood. Please come with me.” The doctor went to a door with a brass plate reading Family Consultation. Opening the door, she led the way inside. When Eva followed, Jesse went right behind her.
Inside, a slightly scarred dark wooden conference table occupied the entire room. The doctor took the chair nearest the door, gesturing that they should sit as she closed the door behind them.
“Mrs. Rowson, I’m sorry. Your husband didn’t make it.”
Jesse braced himself, aching for her. Surely now Eva would begin wailing, carrying on about the unfairness of life, swearing and pounding the table in her grief.
Instead, she frowned and gave a collected nod. “I suspected as much,” she said, looking away. “Thank you for letting me know.”
Damn. Jesse wasn’t sure how to react to Eva’s stiff composure.
Even the doctor seemed disconcerted by the new widow’s lack of grief. “He didn’t suffer,” she offered. “The gunshot wound to the heart killed him instantly.”
“I see.” For a moment, Eva looked down. When she raised her chin again, her expression had settled into one of steely resignation. “I’ll need to make funeral arrangements. I’m sure the funeral home will contact you once I have.”
Dr. Linwood nodded, her gaze fixing on Jesse briefly before returning to Eva. “Again, you have my deepest sympathy. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do.”
“Thank you.” Both Jesse and Eva stood, watching silently while the doctor left the room.
Eva’s eyes were dry. Heart aching for her, he wondered if she would cry later, when she was alone. The thought made him sad. They’d once shared everything. He wouldn’t have minded helping her through what must be overwhelming grief.
“I’d like to go home,” Eva said, checking her watch. “I’ve left Liam with his nanny and though he’s only two, I don’t want him seeing this on the news. I need to tell him myself.”
He nodded. As they walked out into the main hospital lobby, a crowd of reporters rushed up to them, all talking at once, trying to shove microphones into Eva’s face. There were huge cameras and smaller ones, flashes going off, in short, a sort of pandemonium.
Eva’s stride faltered. Without thinking, Jesse put his arm around her shoulders and turned her into him, hiding her face. He tried not to think about how good she felt, how well she fit. She wasn’t his and hadn’t been for a long time. He was only her bodyguard. He hustled her through the crowd, and out the doors. Judging by the commotion behind them, the reporters were hot on their heels.
“Keep your head down and keep walking,” he said, releasing her. He felt the loss of her body next to his far stronger than he should have.
Amazingly, they made it to her car. Once inside, they were able to back up before the throng of people reached them.
He drove off to a blur of flashes and raised cameras.
A quick glance at Eva revealed her sitting hunched in the seat, both hands over her face. Now would come the weeping. Jesse felt almost relieved. For a few moments there, he’d come to believe that the woman he knew and had once loved, had completely vanished, replaced by a patrician statue.
But no. Instead of wailing or crying, she straightened her shoulders and put her hands neatly in her lap. When she finally spoke, her measured tone betrayed nothing, not the slightest hint of grief or pain or any other emotion. This made his chest ache.
“What are you doing here, Jesse?” she asked, exhaling in a sigh.
Now? She wanted to talk about this now? He swallowed, deciding to stick to the facts even though she already knew them. “Your father asked Drew to hire me. Raul wanted someone he trusted to look after you. You know as well as I do that he never liked Drew.”
“Smart man.” Her enigmatic response told him nothing. “Do you think Drew had any idea of our prior relationship?”
“Didn’t the two of you discuss it?”
At first, she didn’t respond. He kept driving, alternating his attention between her and the road. He’d tried not to think of their marriage, since the thought of her making love with another man tore him up inside. When her father, head of the motorcycle club Brothers of Sin, had given him the orders to go work as her bodyguard, at first Jesse had believed the older man was punishing him. Though for what, he had no idea. Everyone in the club knew how much Jesse loved Eva, even though she’d broken up with him when he’d refused to leave Brothers of Sin behind. What she didn’t understand was that Jesse couldn’t. Not now, not yet. And he wasn’t even able to discuss this with her.
Rather than punishing one of his top men, Raul Mendoza had simply decided to use Jesse’s feelings for Eva to his advantage. Though he did business with Drew Rowson, Raul didn’t trust him. Especially not with Raul’s precious daughter. Even if Eva refused to have anything to do with the club, her father or Jesse, Raul still worried about her.
As did Jesse. Even more so now that he’d been around her and her husband for three weeks. His real bosses had jumped at the chance to investigate Drew, whom they considered even bigger fish than the head of BOS. Once again, Jesse had no choice in the matter.
Secretly, the thought of being around Eva made his every nerve come alive. Even if she’d married another man, even if she clearly cared nothing for Jesse, who’d once sworn to love her the rest of his life. Jesse guessed Eva didn’t understand that he always kept his oaths.
Riding in silence, they finally arrived at the gated community in Anniversary, Texas. Eva punched in her code and the huge iron gates swung open. Houses in this part of town were owned by local celebrities, CEOs and other high-profile people. A former president even lived nearby.
Eva sat, her back ramrod straight, her gaze straight ahead, as if pretending Jesse was nothing but her chauffeur. Her feelings remained a mystery. These days, the vivacious, passionate woman he knew had been taken over by an efficient, bloodless automaton. Jesse wondered how hard she’d had to work to bury herself and if there was any chance she’d find her way back.
But then again, what did it matter? In the end, she’d hate him all over again, only for a different reason.
Pulling into the long driveway that led to the two-story McMansion, Jesse parked the Range Rover in front of the garage. Eva hopped out the second the vehicle stopped, barely waiting for the garage door to open.
Shaking his head, Jesse followed her, locking the car with the remote. The first time he’d seen the antiseptic, impersonal elegance inside this house, he’d known Eva hadn’t had anything to do with its decorating. He couldn’t understand how, in two and a half years of marriage, she hadn’t put her personal stamp on a single room.
Even the nursery. Instead of the typical bright colors most people associated with infants, her son’s room had been done in black, white and gray. Depressing as hell, as far as Jesse was concerned.
Of course, what did he know? He wasn’t an interior designer or a child psychologist. Maybe a monochrome color palette was the newest thing in child development. If Liam were his kid, Jesse knew there would have been airplanes or bunnies or something. Normal baby stuff.
Despite his complicated life, at heart Jesse considered himself a simple man. He knew what he deemed important and comported himself accordingly. Sometimes, it was the only way he kept himself sane.
Inside the house, he stood in the antiseptic, modern kitchen and eyed the curving staircase. Knowing Eva’s routine, he figured she’d gone immediately to see her son. Though she and Drew employed a full-time nanny, Eva appeared to enjoy lavishing attention and time on Liam. At least she hadn’t changed in that area. For as long as Jesse could remember, Eva had loved children and babies.
Halfway up the stairs, his cell phone vibrated. His other cell phone, the untraceable, generic one he switched out every few weeks. He didn’t answer, knowing there’d be no voice mail. Only one person had that number and he’d return the call later, when he had zero chance of being ove
rheard.
Continuing on to the baby’s room, he glanced inside. As he’d expected, Eva sat on the floor, watching as her two-year-old son played with his plastic truck.
Kara, the nanny, had retreated to the background, having taken a seat in the rocking chair. Eva’s silky dark hair fell like a curtain around her face, until she brushed it back from her shoulders with an impatient gesture.
He wondered how she’d tell the boy his father had died, or if she’d even bother. Jesse wasn’t sure how much the toddler would comprehend.
Right now, Eva appeared serene and beautiful, as if the horrific event of a few hours ago had never even occurred. Any other woman would have fallen apart. Even one who’d grown up around a tough bunch of bikers like Eva had. He didn’t understand it. She’d been standing right next to her husband when he’d been gunned down in cold blood. She had to process the emotional trauma of that sooner or later.
Didn’t she?
* * *
Eva knew Jesse stood in the doorway. One of the curses of having him here was her überawareness of his every move. Larger than life, handsome as sin, he looked every bit the stereotypical biker, except for the fact that he’d cut shorter his now spiky blond hair. Even now, when she’d chosen another man, the sight of Jesse sauntering into a room made her insides quiver. He was her first love, only love, and now her enemy. She had no idea what Drew had been thinking when he’d hired Jesse Wyman to be her bodyguard. It was like handing the fox the keys to the henhouse.
Or would have been, she amended. If she’d been any other woman. That part of her life was over.
Her cell phone rang. Glancing at it, she saw the call was from her father. No doubt he’d heard the news.
“Mija, I don’t have time to talk,” he said, instead of his usual greeting. “I’ve heard about what happened to Drew and I’ve been told your life is in danger. Come home, where me and the club can protect you.”
“No.”
“Eva, listen to me—”