Present Danger Elizabeth Goddard (most inspirational books .txt) 📖

Owen haven’t eaten them, we could have pie and coffee. That is, after you take me to my vehicle and if you don’t mind following me out to the ranch.”

“You had me at pie. Let’s do it. While I hate to ruin a perfectly good pie with a conversation about crime, we should use the time to talk through what we have so far, while we’re waiting on background information for Neva and her known associates.”

“The guy who killed her.” Terra touched Jack’s shoulder. “He’ll turn up. He won’t get away. Do you think he’s the guy we chased from Gramps’s?”

“Why would you think he’s the same guy who supposedly was only after your grandfather’s safe? The two incidents aren’t related. Barely in the same county.”

“You’re right. It’s just that when we were chasing him, I just had the feeling of déjà vu, that’s all. The incidents probably aren’t connected. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Because if they were . . .

A chill crawled over her, and she rubbed her arms.

“We got impressions of footprints at the ranch. I’ll make sure we get them in the woods behind Neva’s home, even though deputies and dogs have tromped all over the place. Right now, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re waiting to talk about it over pie.”

“So? You got a problem with that?”

TWENTY-SEVEN

Rubbing his neck, Jack turned onto the road back to the hospital to get Terra’s vehicle. She’d chuckled at his remark, and he was glad that even during the harsh realities of working a murder investigation, they could find these humorous moments—and keep their sanity. That, and well, he hadn’t liked the direction their conversation had taken.

Could the person who broke into Terra’s grandfather’s ranch be the same man who fled Neva Bolz’s home, leaving her murdered body on the kitchen floor? He hated the cold sweats erupting from his body.

But maybe they would get the impressions, compare the footprints, and learn the two incidents were not related.

A guy could hope.

At least he would be following Terra back to the ranch. That would give him peace of mind, even if it was short-lived.

A half an hour later, he pulled up to Stone Wolf Ranch, right behind Terra, and followed her into the house. Jack was relieved that Terra’s grandfather wasn’t at home at the moment. The last time he’d seen the man, he appeared ready to give Jack a piece of his mind. The man hadn’t gotten over the way Jack had left. He got that. Terra’s family and friends were protective of her, and Jack had broken her heart.

He’d broken both their hearts. He’d also thrown every harsh word he could ever think of at himself, but it didn’t change that he’d hurt Terra.

As for her—she appeared to have gotten over their breakup, if you could call it that. Either that, or she was the ultimate professional and had pushed those events out of the equation.

Still, if the right moment ever came, he should apologize for his behavior. Like Aunt Nadine had suggested when she’d asked if he had made things right.

Terra shrugged out of her light-tan jacket and hung it on a chair. “Owen’s around here somewhere. Working with the horses probably, even this late. He loves them so much. He’s a horse whisperer, I’m telling ya.”

He did the same, suddenly feeling out of place and questioning his wisdom in joining her at the house. If her grandfather or Owen showed up, the awkwardness would only increase.

Or he could choose to act professional—the county detective—and compartmentalize this investigation, separating it from his shared past with Terra.

Could they forge something new between them? He shoved the errant thought away as he took in the large modernized country kitchen—granite counters and elaborate stained cabinets. Stainless steel appliances.

Terra squeezed his shoulder as she brushed past him to open the fridge. She pulled out a pie. “Surprise! They left us a pie.”

Jack shoved his hands into his pockets. “Oh yeah, what kind?”

She glanced up at him as she cut a slice. “Apple. I’ll warm it in the microwave. Do you want it à la mode? I have whipped cream or ice cream.”

“No, thanks. Plain old apple pie is fine.”

At the look she shot him, he raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not saying your pie is plain. The opposite, in fact. I want to taste it without any fillers. My mouth is watering already.”

She smiled and popped a plated slice in the microwave. “That’s better.”

Terra started cutting the next slice. “I’m glad Owen found something he loves. And guess what?” She stuck the next plate into the microwave for fifteen seconds and handed Jack his pie.

“What?” Snatching a fork from the drawer, he set the pie on the kitchen table as he took a seat.

“Coffee’s on, so grab a mug if you like.” Terra explained about Owen’s idea for equine therapy.

She grabbed her pie from the microwave and joined him at the table. She forked a piece of pie, then lifted her gaze to him. They shared a smile. The woman stirred feelings in him, and he found himself thinking of her much too often in unprofessional terms—even in the middle of a murder investigation. They couldn’t possibly go forward, explore a relationship, with all the baggage. Could they?

Jack focused on eating the pie and let the warmth of the moment and the company relax him. Clear his mind.

“How’s your aunt doing?” Terra took a sip from her mug.

He swallowed the last bite and hoped she wouldn’t offer more, because he wouldn’t be able to resist. “She asked about you the other day.”

“Oh, she’s so sweet.” Terra smiled, but her eyes filled with concern. “I should stop by and see her sometime.”

Jack didn’t have the heart to tell her that Aunt Nadine hadn’t remembered Terra’s name. He was almost afraid she might not recognize Terra. “I think she’s doing great one day and then the next day, she can’t remember something. She’s taking medication, and right now