Rocky Mountain Revenge

“You could be that, too. But it’s kept you alive.”

She shook her head. “I’m not like that anymore. I’ve learned the wisdom of staying in the background and letting others take the lead. I just want to do my job and live a quiet life.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t have to be afraid?”

“You mean if my father weren’t around to threaten me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not going to help you, Jake. I did what I could to punish my father and I wasted my breath.”

“You won’t be wasting your breath this time.”

“What are you going to do? You’re not with the Bureau anymore. You don’t have any authority. If the government can’t find Sam Giardino, with all their resources, what makes you think you’ll have better luck?”

“You know your father better than anyone. You know his habits and the people he associates with. The places he likes to vacation and where he stays when he goes out of town.”

“You can learn all those things without me. Your friends in the Bureau have files filled with that kind of information.”

“They know facts. They don’t know emotions, or the reasons your father does what he does. You can tell me those things. You can help me predict what he’s going to do next.”

“And then what? You confront him and end up dead yourself? Or you lead him to me and I’m dead?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“You can’t make that promise. Not when so much is out of your control.”

“I’m going to stay with you tonight.”

She straightened. “You will not.”

“Yes, I will. At least until we find out who was asking about you at your gym yesterday.”

“Jake, you cannot stay at my house. What will people think?”

“Since when do you care what people think?” The woman he’d known before had made a point of flaunting public opinion.

“Since I moved to a small town where everyone knows me. I’m a schoolteacher, for God’s sake. I have a reputation to protect.”

“And me spending the night with you is going to ruin that reputation? You’re a grown woman.”

“This isn’t New York. Some people here still care about morality.”

“So you’re telling me nobody here sleeps with anybody else unless they’re lawfully married?”

“I’m sure they do, but they’re discreet about it.”

“So we’ll be discreet. Besides, I never said I was going to sleep with you—unless that’s what you want.”

The color rose in her cheeks. “It doesn’t matter what we’re actually doing. It’s what they think we’re doing.”

“But I’m the long-lost boyfriend come back to beg forgiveness,” he said. “Doesn’t everyone love a lover?”

“No. You can’t stay with me.”

“Fine. Then you come stay with me. At the hotel.”

“That’s even worse. Sneaking off to a hotel together.”

He laughed. “We’re just a sordid pair. Honestly, I think you’re making something out of nothing.”

“You don’t live here. I do. And I don’t want to do anything to call attention to myself.”

“Too late for that. I’m here. And this other mysterious stranger is here, asking about you. What are people going to say about that? The new teacher’s gotten very popular all of a sudden.”

“Just go away, Jake. Please? I’ll handle this on my own.”

“No.”

“You don’t think I can handle this?”

“I’m not going to leave you. Not until I know you’re safe.”

“I’ll call the Marshals office in Denver. They’ll send someone to babysit me for a while.”

“Another strange man come to town to hang out with the teacher. Won’t that set people talking?”

She made a face. “Maybe they’ll send a woman. I’ll tell people she’s my sister.”

“Then tell them I’m your brother.”

“As if anyone would believe that.”

“Why not? Siblings don’t have to look alike.”

“You don’t act like any brother.”

“Maybe not like your brother. What’s Sam Junior up to these days?”

“I have no idea. As far as I know, he thinks I’m dead.”

“Sammy was what, twenty-four when I saw him last? He’d just had a baby with that woman—what was her name?”

“Stacy. She was the daughter of some guy who owed my father a favor. It was practically an arranged marriage. I don’t think she was very happy.”

He didn’t remember much about the girl, or her husband, for that matter. “Sammy Junior was in law school, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. I imagine he has his license by now.”