An Officer and a Maverick

“Gage came looking for Russ. He let us out. When Russ wanted to keep me in jail, the sheriff talked him out of it and said there were bigger problems to deal with.”

“That’s true,” her sister said. “But I can’t believe how underhanded you are.”

“You say underhanded, I say resourceful. The good news is that Anderson is in the clear.”

Lindsay met her gaze. “You’re the one I’m worried about. He didn’t get arrested. I hope Russ doesn’t change his mind and press charges.”

Lani hoped so, too.

* * *

When her alarm clock went off at zero-dark-thirty, Lani felt as if she’d just closed her eyes. But the holiday was over and she had to work at the ranch today. The cows and horses still got hungry and needed attention even if their humans got only a couple hours of sleep. As motivational speeches went it wasn’t great, but she didn’t have the energy to kick herself in the ass.

She dragged on jeans, shirt and boots. Pulled her hair into a ponytail, brushed her teeth, washed her face and put on sunscreen. On her way downstairs she smelled coffee, and her attitude perked up a little, no pun intended. No one in this house but her was ever up this early and brewed coffee, so there must be a God.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Anderson grabbing the bottle of Tylenol from the cupboard above the coffeepot. She was happy that he was here and not in a jail cell.

“Can I have a couple of those, too?” she asked.

He held out the bottle. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks. So do you.” Lani shook some of the white caplets into her palm. “I feel as if there are teeny, tiny elves hammering a Sousa march on the inside of my skull.”

“Me, too.” He poured coffee into a mug and held it out. “Can you give me a ride to my truck? It’s at the park.”

“Sure. How did you get home last night?”

“I’m not exactly sure.” He dragged his fingers through his brown hair. “It’s all a blur. And I don’t even know why. I feel hungover, but all I had to drink was that punch at Braden and Jennifer’s wedding reception.”

She blew on her coffee. “So you don’t remember giving Skip Webster a fat lip?”

There was a frown in his blue eyes as he flexed the fingers on his right hand. “Yeah, that would explain the bruised knuckles, but it’s all a blur.”

“Hitting someone isn’t your style at all, Anderson.” She’d always looked up to her brother and knew what a good man he was. He’s the one who told her Jase Harvey was a sweet-talking charmer who would crush her heart then held her while she cried when he turned out to be right. If only she’d listened to him.

“Dad raised us boys to never start a fight. But he always said that if anyone else did, don’t run away from it.” He rubbed a calloused thumb over the thick handle of his mug.

“If it’s any consolation, I saw what happened. Skip swung at Travis when he wasn’t looking, and you stepped in. He hit you first.”

“Okay, then.” He nodded grimly and met her gaze. “If you were a spectator to that, I guess that means you stayed out of trouble.”

“Define trouble.”

Those big-brother blue eyes of his zeroed in on her. “What happened, Lani?”

She figured he had a right to know and was the only person she could tell the whole truth. “Russ Campbell was going to arrest you for assault and battery on Skip Webster, so I created a diversion.”

“What did you do?”

“It was hot.” She had been feeling no fear and wasn’t sure why. And just before the incident she’d thought about someone jumping into the fountain but hadn’t expected that person to be her. “I took a dip in the park fountain, and there might have been some singing and dancing involved.”

His gaze narrowed. “That’s not all, is it?”

Lani figured he had a right to know this, too, and was the only one who would understand why she did it. “I pretty much forced Russ to arrest me to keep him from carting you off to jail.”

“He actually took you in?”

“Yup.”

“Why would you do that? Lani, you should have let him come after me.”

“I couldn’t. Not with the legal challenge you’re facing. If it wasn’t about custody and visitation rights regarding your child, I would have stayed out of it. But you can’t afford any black marks, or even gray ones, on your record.”

His mouth thinned to an angry line. “I’m the one being judged even though Ginnie never saw fit to inform me that I was going to be a father.”

“No one ever said life would be fair.” That was all Lani could think to say. It wasn’t fair that Russ was going to hate her when—if—he figured out she’d taken his keys. And it really wasn’t fair that he’d kissed her and she’d responded and both of them lost control when they were locked up together.

“You okay, Lani?” Anderson gave her a funny look. “All of a sudden you went pale as a ghost.”

“Fine. Part of the hangover that for no apparent reason is shaping up to be epidemic.” She couldn’t think about the what-ifs or if onlys right now. Her brother was going through a crisis. “Surely the court will take everything into consideration. It should matter that your child’s mother didn’t tell you she was pregnant.”

“I was cheated out of that moment, which was bad enough. But she kept this child’s existence from me for ten years.”

Lani couldn’t begin to understand how he felt. But it was the weight of carrying this burden alone that had finally compelled him to confide in her when she caught him at a vulnerable moment. She would help him through it as best she could. Whatever he needed she would do, no questions asked.

“It’s not right, Anderson, what happened to you. But it’s done. All you can do now is fight for your rights. To do that you can’t afford anything but a spotless record.”

“You’ve got a point.” He sighed. “But I hate that you’re in trouble on account of me.”

“Not really. I think I’m in the clear. After Gage let us out of the cell—”

“Us? You weren’t alone?”

“That’s not important.” It was too early and she was too tired to go into it. “Gage pretty much gave me a free pass because he was too busy dealing with other stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Not sure. But I think a lot of people in town are feeling the same mysterious hangover that we are this morning.” She shrugged. “The sheriff just told me to keep my nose clean. I don’t think there will be any charges.”

“If that changes, Dad can probably help.”

“He could help you, too, if you’d let him,” she pointed out.

“I have my reasons.” Anderson shook his head. “I’m just glad you’re in the clear. I don’t want you taking a fall for me.”

“That’s not your call,” she said. “You’d do it for me or anyone else you love. Just like me, you’d protect your family and have their back.”

“You’re right.” His eyes glittered fiercely. “It’s what Daltons do. And that’s why I don’t want anyone else to know about this legal stuff. You can’t say a word to anyone in the family.”