Deadlier Than the Male: The Fiercest Heart / Lethal Lessons. Colleen Thompson

rounded on her and jammed a finger so close to her chest that she flinched, as if afraid he was going to hit her.

      “Shut up or get out,” he said softly.

      Jenna shuddered, then sat.

      Mack turned to Carla. “What happened to Haley?”

      “Our parents were sitting on opposite sides of the room.”

      “I don’t give a damn about where our parents were,” Mack said. “Where was Haley? What happened to Haley?”

      Carla looked down at the floor, hesitated, then met her brother’s gaze.

      “Her family didn’t ask about her injuries, or sit with her or anything. She—”

      “Was she hurt? Mom and Dad always said she walked away without a scratch.”

      “She had stitches and bruises, but from what she told Chief Bullard when he came to talk to her, it sounded to me as if she saved your life. She regained consciousness in the wreck and tried to get you free but couldn’t, and then she couldn’t find her phone. She crawled out, saw her brother’s car on the other side of the road and went to see about him. He was unconscious, like you. She found his phone and called for help.”

      “Damn it!” Mack muttered. “I am so pissed I can’t think straight. So, back to the hospital. What happened to Haley?”

      “When they came to tell us you were okay and that you were going to live, we were so relieved, but then they told us you would never play sports again, and Mom and Dad lost it. They went off on Haley, blaming her, calling her names. Then another doctor came out and told the Shores that Stewart had died, and her parents flipped out. Her mother started screaming, and asking God why he’d taken Stewart and let Haley live. She kept saying she’d never wanted Haley, and that it was all her fault.”

      “God in heaven,” Mack said, and shoved a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Poor Haley. I knew her family was screwy, but I had no idea—”

      “Oh, that wasn’t the worst,” Carla said. “When her mother freaked out and started screaming, so did her father. He jumped on Haley and began beating her up … right in front of everybody. It took two deputies to pull him off her. They had to stitch her back up again, and I heard she had a broken nose and ribs, but that was just gossip. I don’t know that for sure.”

      Mack stared at his sisters. Their faces were familiar, but he felt as if he was seeing them as they really were—and for the very first time.

      “I’m sorry, Mack,” Carla said.

      Mack’s gaze shifted to Jenna.

      She glared back until she saw the tears on his cheeks. At that point she threw her hands over her face, as if she couldn’t bear the sight.

      “What happened after that? Did you see her again? Did she ask about me?” Mack asked.

      Jenna flinched, then looked at her sister warningly.

      Carla shook her head. “He knows this much. He may as well know the rest.”

      “What rest?” Mack snapped.

      “Late that night she came to the waiting room outside intensive care and asked to see you. She looked terrible. Stitches everywhere … Her nose and lips were so swollen, her eyes were turning black. It was awful.”

      “Ah, God … I didn’t remember that,” Mack muttered.

      “That’s because Mom and Dad wouldn’t let her. Mom told her you didn’t want to see her and to go away, to go home.” Then Carla’s voice broke and she started to weep. “That’s when she said she didn’t have any home, and that the only place she’d ever belonged was with you.”

      Mack felt as if he’d been sucker punched. For the longest time, he couldn’t think past that image.

      And then Carla started to speak again.

      “Mack, can you—”

      He pointed to the door. “Get out. Both of you. I’ll stay and fix the house like I promised, but when I’m through, I don’t want to see either of you again.”

      Carla wailed and started toward him, her arms outstretched. “You mean never? You never want to see us again?”

      Mack shook his head, then stopped her before she launched herself into his arms. “You’re both strangers to me. I don’t know either one of you, and the little I do know, right now I don’t like.”

      Jenna jumped up from her seat, grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. Carla was still pleading and asking forgiveness when Mack shut the door in her face.

      And that had been two weeks ago. At the moment they were persona non grata around the family home, and they knew it.

      But after the revelations of that day, Mack became obsessed with finding Haley. He even searched “Haley Shore Dallas Texas” on Google just to see what came up.

      There were quite a few hits, but nowhere did he find an address or phone for her, and only one link came with a photo attached to a newspaper article, and it was his Haley—shown as the physical therapist helping rehabilitate a member of the famous Dallas Cowboys football team.

      After that, he’d stared at the grainy photo for hours, trying to find the girl he’d known in the tall, Amazonian beauty with long dark hair and a sensuous smile, then debating with himself as to what he should do.

      The debate was still ongoing when Judd Shore died and gave him the answer. He marched down to the police station and confronted the chief.

      Chief Bullard was ten years older than he’d been when Haley Shore disappeared from Stars Crossing, but he never had gotten over witnessing the beating her own father had given her the night Stewart Shore died. And because of that, when Mack Brolin marched into the police station asking for help in getting an updated address for Haley, he ignored police procedure and obliged.

      “You know I’m not supposed to be doing this,” Bullard said, as he handed over an address he’d obtained through the Texas Department of Public Safety.

      Mack stuffed the address into his pocket before the chief changed his mind.

      “You know I’m not gonna stalk her,” he said. “But she deserves to know her old man died, even if he was a bastard.”

      Bullard nodded. “That thing between your families … what’s it about, anyway?”

      Mack shrugged. “I have no idea. None of us kids ever knew. We were just raised to shun one another, which, as you remember, turned into a recipe for disaster.”

      “That’s for sure,” Bullard said, then eyed Mack curiously. “So … you really never saw her again? I mean, after that night?”

      Mack shook his head. “The last thing I remember about Haley Shore was that she was screaming as the car started to roll.”

      Bullard nodded. “Well, if she shows up, I hope this doesn’t turn into another mess.”

      “Maybe that’s what needs to happen,” Mack said. “The only person still living who knows what the hell it’s all about is her mother, Lena.” Then he patted his pocket. “Thanks again for the address,” he said, and headed out the door.

      When Mack got home, and before he could change his mind, he sent her a letter with the information concerning her father’s funeral. He had no way of knowing whether or not Lena and Haley had stayed in touch, but after what he’d learned, he would have bet on not.

      He was counting on the fact that if she got the letter, she would most likely believe it was from her mother. He hated the deception, but it was the only way he could think of to see her without just showing up on her doorstep. He’d know, when he saw her—if he saw her—if she belonged to someone else. And if she didn’t, he was going after her again, with just as much intent and passion as he had when they were kids. In Mack’s