Keeping Her Safe. Myrna Mackenzie

heat and confusion climbed through Natalie. “I—” She held her hands out helplessly.

      “Oh, I’ve embarrassed you, haven’t I? I do that now that I’m old, more often all the time. And here you just came to get some information.” Mrs. Morgensen sounded so sad that Natalie wished she had been able to set aside her reservations about Vincent and enter into the spirit of things.

      “No, you haven’t done a thing wrong. It’s just that Vincent and I don’t know each other very well yet.”

      “Oh, I understand. And you can’t be too careful with strangers. I’ve learned that the hard way. Now, why don’t you sit down and I’ll tell you my story. I understand you’ve already talked to Mr. Jackson in 2B and Mr. Darby in 1F.”

      “Yes, just the other day. They said that you lost more than they did.”

      That heartbroken look returned to the old lady’s eyes. “Yes, through my own stupidity. I won’t have anything to leave to my grandchildren now.”

      “I’m so sorry. Tell me what exactly happened.”

      “I don’t really know. I only know that I decided to invest a little of my money. Not much, just a little. So I contacted a broker, a man from Starson Investments. You’ve heard his name before,” she said as Natalie started to nod.

      She had, from some of her other neighbors. “I don’t really know anything about him,” Natalie confessed, “except that he is, indeed, a broker.”

      “I didn’t even talk to him all that long,” Mrs. Morgensen said, “and I made sure he knew that I didn’t want to invest much money. Then one day I got a bill for thousands of dollars. I really don’t understand what happened. I just know that my money’s gone,” she finished sadly, a lost look in her eyes. “I wanted to buy my grandson a bicycle for Christmas,” she said. “Now I can’t do that.”

      Natalie felt the tears filling her throat. She patted Mrs. Morgensen’s hand. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll find out what happened. Whatever it is, it wasn’t right. I’ll do my best to make sure people know.”

      For a second, hope flared in the old woman’s eyes. “I don’t suppose you can get my money back, but…”

      Natalie wanted to scream, because no, she didn’t have the wherewithal to turn back time and save this gentle woman from what had happened to her. “Do you have the paperwork?”

      “Just the canceled check. I sent the bill back with the check.”

      “All right,” Natalie said. “We’ll at least start there.” Which was more or less like starting with nothing at all. That meant she had to go to Plan B. As soon as she thought the words, she remembered the man in the kitchen.

      Vincent was not going to like Plan B, because it meant that she was going to have to ditch him. Somehow.

      Vincent waited until they were back in Natalie’s car before he spoke.

      “For a reporter, you have a soft side.”

      She gave him the look, the one that said, “Get real.” He couldn’t keep from smiling. “I’ll bet you want to be hard-edged and no-nonsense, the reporter who’ll stop at nothing to get a story. If that’s the case, you shouldn’t have asked Mrs. Morgensen for her recipe for oatmeal raisin cookies.”

      Natalie looked away. “They’re good cookies. Besides, she’s so proud of them. She makes them for her family.”

      “And you wanted to give her back a little of her dignity because someone has taken it away.”

      “Is that so wrong?”

      “No. It’s very right. It’s just…surprising. I thought you were all about the story.”

      “I am.”

      He shrugged. He didn’t doubt that she wanted to be a good reporter and that she would do a great deal to make sure that happened, but she wouldn’t hurt an old lady’s feelings. She wasn’t the type to go for the jugular. Not that it should make any difference to him. It didn’t. No matter how enticing she looked with those long lashes and those lush curves, he wasn’t going to allow himself to be interested. But it was nice to know that he was at least guarding a real person. He’d guarded plenty of the plastic types. No matter what, he did his best, but he would enjoy protecting this woman.

      Just don’t let yourself enjoy it too much, he told himself. He wouldn’t. He had rules and they were rock solid.

      As long as he remembered that, there should be no problems. His only job was to keep Natalie safe, and he intended to do that, and that alone. Anyone who got to her would have to take him down first—and that just wasn’t going to happen.

      “I don’t belong here.” Jason Jamison said the words out loud. He must have said them at least fifty times today already, but he still liked hearing the sound of them. The words were true, anyway. He might have been calling himself Jason Wilkes lately, because it was convenient to do so, but in truth he was a Jamison, and the Jamisons came from fine stock. What’s more, his grandfather had been Kingston Fortune’s lost half brother, which meant Jason was also related to the Fortunes.

      “And jail’s not for the likes of the Jamisons and Fortunes.” Besides, Melissa, the woman he had killed had had it coming to her, anyway, hadn’t she? She’d been willing to pretend she was his wife, but in the end she’d gotten greedy and had tried to mess in things that hadn’t concerned her. He’d thought she loved him; he’d spent tons of money on her and then she’d tried to work her own con and blackmail him in the bargain.

      She’d laughed at him, and nobody laughed at Jason Jamison. No one messed with him. Soon enough, everyone would know that. Especially that little bitch that had blown the whistle on him. If it weren’t for her, he would still be living the good life.

      Jason let out a long string of expletives.

      “Yeah, McCabe and the high-and-mighty Ryan Fortune, they’re the ones who put me in here.”

      And they would be the ones who had to pay.

      Jason chuckled. A guard stopped by his cell.

      “Something especially funny, Jamison? You remembering what it used to be like before you turned killer and ended up behind bars?”

      “None of your damn business.”

      “Ah, but we know it is, don’t we?” the guard asked.

      Yeah, they did. Even prison guards had their uses. This one would be more useful still in the near future.

      “You like your temporary home here? You better be grateful for the treatment you get. Because this ain’t nothin’ like it’s going to be. Once you stand trial and end up in maximum security, you might not meet guards as friendly as me.”

      “And you might not meet prisoners who can do as much for you as I can.”

      The guard shrugged. “You got a point. I definitely prefer guarding a man who at least has some money and a few rich connections. Makes this job more bearable.” The man raked his nose with his sleeve. Jason wanted to sneer, but instead he smiled.

      “I can make the job more bearable if you like.”

      The guard looked to the side, as if to see if anyone was listening. “What do you mean?”

      So Jason told him. Yes, he definitely had a plan, but not everyone was going to like it.

      The very thought made Jason smile. He was going to relish getting even.

      But first he was going to relish getting free.

      Three

      “Lock every door, lock every window and stay away from them. Don’t let yourself be silhouetted in the light,” Vincent ordered Natalie as he prepared to leave her at her door.

      She