by J. M. Madden
Sheridan looked at her, his eyes kind as he took in her confusion. “Don’t worry about it, Cheyenne. Go get what you need to get. I’d like to be out of here within fifteen minutes.”
She nodded and hurried away, wondering how on earth she could remember everything she needed. Grace drew her attention in the hall, asking for help, and she detoured in the direction of her room.
By the time she made it to her own room, almost ten minutes had passed. Cheyenne dragged her large overnight bag from the floor of the closet. She hadn’t replaced it after she’d used it when Daddy was in the hospital in Amarillo, so it was closest to hand. If she didn’t use this she had to do a suitcase, and committing to taking that much stuff with her frankly freaked her out.
Throwing the bag to the bed she rushed around the room, snatching shirts from the hangers in her closet and trying to roll them neatly to fit into the bag. It wasn’t working. She grabbed socks and a handful of stacked underwear from the top drawer of her dresser, trying to add them to the bag neatly. From the third drawer she drew some of her dress pants, and jeans from the bottom drawer, a skirt. She didn’t know how long she’d be there or what she would need, so she had to be ready for anything.
Rushing to the bathroom she filled her makeup case with essentials. Then started adding in extras, till she thought she had enough. Her eyes darted around frantically, knowing that she was leaving something important behind.
Reaching beneath the bed she pulled out the blue fire safe and lifted it to the mattress. Retrieving the key from the bathroom door jamb where she’d hidden it, she opened the safe and rifled through the contents. Birth certificates and social security cards were in one manila envelope. Grabbing that and a few hundred dollars in cash, as well as a thick folder of court documents, she relocked the safe and slid it back into its hiding place. Then she reset the key where it had been before.
Stuffing the envelope and folder into her bag, she moved to the door, anxiety tightening her throat. She loved the little haven she’d made for herself and her family. She hated to leave it, but they had to be safe.
Chapter 6
Sheridan stayed vigilant as they drove to his house. There was a tension in the cab of the vehicle that was hard to ignore. Cheyenne worried at her pretty pink fingernails and he thought they would be bloody by the time they reached their destination. Her eyes darted around, looking for her ex-husband, and he wanted to turn her to him and ease her fears.
Being on alert, though, was probably smart. He glanced at his cell phone, mounted on a fixture on the windshield. No little green light blinked, telling him he had a message to look at. There were people all over town looking for this yahoo, but somehow he’d escaped notice. Surely someone had seen the man?
Sheridan deliberately took a circuitous route to his house, looping around several times in an effort to confuse anybody following him. Cheyenne and the girls didn’t seem to mind, though. When they finally pulled into his driveway, she looked at him in surprise. “I forgot you’d moved out here,” she laughed.
‘Loveland’, as the letters on the fence used to proclaim, had been the subject of speculation for many years. It was a large property surrounded by a tall wrought-iron fence. The house, just barely visible through the stands of trees, used to be bright blue, but Sheridan had painted it something earthy brown, basically camouflaging it. The property had always had a mystique about it, because the previous owner had been so eccentric.
Roger Ferrer had been an artist, supposedly. Sheridan thought he’d merely been eccentric and lonely.
“Let’s leave the dog in the crate out here for a minute. My dog is running around somewhere. Let me grab him and put him in the kennel.”
She nodded and waited with the girls as he disappeared into the house. Within a few minutes he returned and waved them inside.
Cheyenne wasn’t sure what she expected when she walked into Sheridan’s house, but it wasn’t the spacious home she was seeing now. Wide open from the living room to the dining room to the kitchen, it was a beautiful expanse of hardwood floors and beautiful furniture. One wall of the dining room was glass, broken by two sets of French doors. It was a stunning home, decorated in earthy colors with black iron accents. It also seemed incredibly comfortable and comforting.
“My sister-in-law was an interior designer in Houston,” he told her as he hung his hat by the door. “As a gift to us when we moved up here, she completely renovated the house. Made my life easier. The guy that lived here before had terrible taste.”
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, running her hand over the back of the overstuffed couch. “I’m sure your wife loved it.”
He gave her a sad smile. “She never got to see it, actually.”
Cheyenne’s heart could have broken for the big, solemn man then. No person should have to lose a partner like that.
Cancer was a terrible, terrible disease.
“Olivia?” he called.
There was no answer.
Giving her an apologetic look, Sheridan held a hand out for them to head down a hallway.
“I hope the girls don’t mind sharing.”
“They’ll be fine with it.”
Sheridan led her into a medium sized room with a set of twin beds in it. The beds were made with pretty pink quilts on top. “Oh, this will be perfect for them. They’ll love it.”
Sheridan gave her a smile. “Good! We set this up for my brother’s kids when they come to visit from Indiana. It has a shared bathroom with the guest room next door.”
He led her through a smallish bathroom to another room. This one had a queen-sized bed in it, with a lilac and sage green quilt and white furniture. “This can be your room while you’re here.”
Cheyenne felt a sense of calm come over her. What a beautiful space. “This is wonderful. I can’t tell you how relieved I am that we don’t have to stay in our house right now. I’m not going to lie, seeing those prints rattled me.”
He’d leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and crossed his arms over his heavy chest. Her eyes drifted over the thickly bunched muscles, and suddenly, she couldn’t look away. Sheridan was built like a man that could take care of a woman, no matter what she, or life, threw at him.
But she wasn’t looking for a man like that, she reminded herself.
Clenching her jaw she turned away, hefting her bag to the mattress.
“We can get an air mattress for the third girl,” he told her softly.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” she told him honestly. “Two of them will end up in bed together anyway.”
And they would. Actually, all three might end up together, because when they weren’t fighting like cats and dogs, they were the best of friends. Savannah liked to read to her sisters at night.
“Well, I’ll let you settle in then. When you’re ready, come out and I’ll introduce you to BeoWulf. And I’ll see if I can find Olivia.”
With a tip of his imaginary hat he left her to unpack.
Cheyenne sank down to the mattress and looked out at the afternoon sunlight. When she’d woken up this morning she certainly hadn’t planned on ending up here, of all places. Sighing, she shook her head and turned for her bag. She’d get herself unpacked then check on the kids.
Sheridan paused at the kitchen island and listened to the chatter the girls made down the hallway. It was a little nostalgic. When they’d found this house, Nora had fallen in love. Yes, it had been too big for them at the time, but they’d planned to fill it somehow, someway, even if it meant adoption.
Instead they’d had one precious daughter, and they’d done their best to spoil the girl rotten. Olivia’d had everything she’d needed growing up, plus more.
Which made her current behavior understandable.
When Nora had died, Olivia had been lost, and he’d been just as lost in trying to connect with her. They’d both been dealing with an incredible amount of grief, but also relief. His wife, the mother of his child, was no longer in pain, and he would alw
ays be thankful that it hadn’t gone on any longer.
Seemed wrong to think like that…but it was the honest truth. He’d loved Nora too much to want her to suffer one more second than she’d had to endure.
He opened the door to the fridge, wondering what he could rustle up for dinner. He realized then that he should have gone to the store before the invasion. In desperation, he went out to the deep freeze in the garage and started digging. Frozen pizzas, it was.
Letting Beowulf out of his kennel, Sheridan put the German Shepherd on a leash. The dog looked at him like he was crazy, but it had to be done. He refused to let him run through the house like an idiot possibly knocking people down. Sheridan knew there would be a leery ‘what the heck is going on in my house?’ stage, then a longer acceptance period. Beowulf wasn’t a dog to attack unless on patrol or expressly commanded to do so, but he also wasn’t one of the friendliest dogs ever, either.
Juggling the pizza boxes and the dog leash, he let Beowulf pull him into the kitchen, then growled at him to settle down. The dog did, but he quivered with anxiety or excitement.
Cheyenne’s daughter Savannah, the one with glasses, stood in the dining room when he walked in and Beowulf immediately lunged for her. Fumbling the boxed pizzas, Sheridan grabbed at the leash, but the dog was gone. Sheridan dropped the pizzas and lunged after the dog, but he’d already tackled Savannah to the floor. Sheridan expected to hear screaming, but instead, what he heard were the little girl’s giggles as she tried to fight off the dog’s long-tongued kisses.
Sheridan rocked back on his boot heels in shock, heart thundering. Wulf never reacted to anyone this way anymore. He’d been Nora’s dog.
Savannah pushed her glasses up on her nose and wiped off some of the dog spit, but she was smiling as she ruffled the dog’s fur. “I was helping Dr. Gabby last month when you brought him in for shots. He was sad, so I sat with him and talked to him.”
Sheridan blinked, shocked, then he barked out a laugh. “Well, okay, then.”
Carolyn came out next and patted the dog negligently on the head as she passed. Then she spied the boxes on the floor. “Pizza! I’m starving!”
Sheridan leaned down to pick up the boxes and Cheyenne’s oldest daughter helped him. “I can do this if you want to introduce your dog to Daisy. Grace went out to be with her.”
Sheridan glanced up in alarm. He hadn’t even seen her slip outside! Good thing the alarm wasn’t on right this second.
Glancing at Savannah, he waved a hand toward the door. “Maybe if you’re there the intro will go smoother.”
Nodding her head she took Beowulf’s leash in hand and walked him toward the front of the house. Sheridan glowered. That dog was well trained and did what he was supposed to do when, but since Nora had died he’d been a little detached. This was the most excited he’d seen the dog be in years.
Even when they met the exuberant Daisy, the normally standoffish German Shepherd just lifted his head and let her yip, then tentatively sniffed at her. It was more interest than Sheridan had seen him express for another dog in ages.
It sent a ripple of unease through him. The dog had moped after Nora had died and he never even considered letting the animal go to another home. Olivia loved him and he tolerated Sheridan, so he thought that was enough.
Guilt started to consume him though as he looked at the big guard dog romp in play at the smaller Australian Cattle dog. It was beyond obvious they were going to get along.
He heard the front door open and he looked up to see Cheyenne stepping out onto the porch, arms crossed. For a moment, the world slipped into a time warp and he imagined a shorter, curvier woman with dark hair stepping onto the porch. No, that had been many, many years ago.
His heart ached as he looked at Cheyenne. If he wasn’t careful, things were going to get very dangerous. For him.
“Are they getting along?” she asked, bright auburn hair blowing in the breeze as she joined them in the yard.
He nodded. “Surprisingly well. I think we can let them off the leashes. Wulf looks like he wants to play.”
The girls didn’t need any further encouragement. They let the dogs loose and watched them race around the yard. Wulf ran faster than Sheridan had seen him do in a long time.
In no time, the girls were racing after the dogs. Wulf found one of his old tennis balls that Sheridan hadn’t yet mowed over and started tossing it into the air, waiting for them to grab it. Grace dove for the ball and ended up tripping on her own feet and sprawling in the grass. Cheyenne giggled beside him and he looked over at her.
Damn, she was beautiful. No, that was too weak of a word. Stunning. Just absolutely stunning. Her blue eyes were deep and so clear he could see the striations of darker blue through the iris. Her skin was flawless, without any kind of blemish and he wondered how she stayed so fair in the Texas sun. Most redheads he knew had freckles, but Cheyenne and the girls did not. Grace had a few light freckles, he’d noticed, but they balanced out the mischief in her eyes. Those freckles needed to be there because they suited her.
Cheyenne glanced up at him, her gaze connecting to his own for a timeless moment, and awareness crept into her expression. Her skin flushed and she glanced away.
Sheridan wondered what it would take for her to return his interest.
Clearing his throat, he straightened. “Maybe this is a good time to show you the property, and the security I have in place.”
“I had forgotten you’d bought this. Didn’t Crazy Roger used to own this?”
He nodded. “Yes, but he wasn’t so crazy. Just eccentric. And lonely. His kids had moved away years ago and it was just him and his dogs for years. So he had plenty of time to tinker and play. There are still a few metal sculptures around.”
They circled the house. There was a huge pool in the back yard, decorated by bright metallic jumping fish sculptures.
“Those are set into the concrete, so there’s no moving them without a lot of effort.”
She laughed lightly. “I kind of like them.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “They’ve grown on me, too.”
“Can we go swimming, Mama?” Grace cried.
“No, definitely not. Maybe this weekend.”
They walked beyond the pool. “The yard, two acres, is completely fenced with eight-foot wrought iron. There are cameras positioned at several locations around the property and I receive notifications on my phone when the motion detectors go off.”
She laughed again. “You sound like my brother Chad, going on about the security he’s put in for Mercy and Lora.”
“Well, a lot of this was already here, but I updated a few things, thanks to the issue your brother had. It reminded me that Olivia is the most precious thing in my world, and I have to protect her.”
She glanced at him out of the corners of her eyes, nodding once. “That’s a perfect reason to do it. I would if I could.”
Her eyes turned luminous and he didn’t want her to cry. “I have a feeling your brother would do it all for you if he knew you needed help.”
“You’re probably right,” she whispered, “but he has so much going on right now.”
Sheridan didn’t think that would keep Chad from helping her, but he kept his thoughts to himself. If she didn’t want to call her brother, he would let that ride for now.
“If you give me your smartphone I can set it up so you can log into the system and see what’s going on at the house as well.”
Her expression lightened. “Yes, please! I mean, the girls are with me almost twenty-four seven, but it will still give me peace of mind.”
“I can understand that. And in spite of the way he was acting today, Wulf is an excellent guard dog. He stays out at night.”
She watched the dogs and kids playing, smiling occasionally, until Beowulf sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.
“This is more exercise than he’s had in a while,” Sheridan explained.
Grace and Daisy ran around more, but Savannah sat at Wul
f’s head and stroked his ears. The level of connection they’d established already astounded him.
Cheyenne left the porch to cross to the dog and girl. Wulf lifted his head to sniff at her and wagged his tail, licking at her fingers. With the ease of a young girl Cheyenne sat crosslegged on the ground beside Savannah and stroked the dog as well.
Beowulf looked to be in heaven. His eyes were mere slits and Sheridan had a feeling he would be asleep in no time.
“Pizza’s about ready,” Carolyn called, sticking her head out the door.
They trooped inside and Sheridan secured the door behind everyone. Daisy came up to him, wiggling her butt. He scratched her on the head and patted her side, then she started wandering around, checking out the house.
Carolyn had done wonders with the boxed pizza, incredibly, and she’d found the salad container. Grace turned her nose up at the green stuff beside her plate, but didn’t say anything too bad. They all settled around the table to eat.
Olivia crashed through the front door like the whirlwind she was, and he looked up in time to see a flash of hurt in her eyes. In her place, he guessed he’d feel the same, seeing a big group of people sharing a meal in his own home.
“Hey, honey. You remember Cheyenne and her girls, right? Grace, Savannah and Carolyn.”
“Yes, Dad, I remember,” Olivia replied, her voice flat.
“We saved you some pizza,” he told her.
Olivia looked up and almost seemed interested, then her gaze fell to Savannah’s hand on Wulf’s head, sitting right beside her. The younger girl was scratching the dog’s ears, and he was almost swaying, his eyes closed in pleasure. Sheridan noted that the dog did not get up to greet her.
With a closed-down expression on her pretty face, Olivia turned and headed for the stairs down to the basement. She didn’t slam the door as she disappeared, but it was a near thing.