The Texas Lawman's Last Stand. Delores Fossen

      And why did he want to help her?

      She’d riled him with her accusation about being Holly’s mom. She’d also riled him with her stream of lies and her connections to an alleged lowlife scumbag like Kendall Collier, someone that Bo would prefer not to have introduced into the lives of his children.

      Still, Mattie had that vulnerable look about her, and he hoped like the devil that vulnerability was all there was to it. This wasn’t a man-woman thing.

      Was it?

      But then he rethought that question. It couldn’t be that. Other than a passing glance, he hadn’t noticed another woman since Nadine.

      “Do you have any proof whatsoever about what you’re saying?” he demanded.

      “No. But you can get proof by doing a DNA test on my daughter. I brought the kits with me.”

      “My daughter,” he corrected. “Holly is mine. Both babies have O positive blood type—that matches mine.”

      “O positive is a common blood type.” She stepped closer. “I know this is hard for you to accept—”

      “It isn’t hard, because I won’t accept it. But I will ask why you’re doing this. Do you think if you have some kind of emotional hold over me that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you out of the path of your uncle and his hired guns?”

      Mattie stepped back as if he’d slapped her. “Even you can’t keep me out of Kendall’s path. An entire team of federal agents failed. I failed.”

      “Ahhh. So, by your own admission a dangerous situation still exists in your life. Yet, according to your delusional plan, you told Nadine that you’d come for the baby when it was safe.”

      He expected to see some anger in her eyes, especially since he’d just caught her in another lie. But there was no anger. Only weariness and fatigue.

      She leaned back against the wall. “I have a friend who works in the Office of Vital Statistics in Austin, and she told me that someone is searching through birth records for the time period my daughter was due to be born. That someone is looking for her as a way to get to me, and judging from the records they’re searching now, they’re getting close to finding her. If I stay in hiding, I can’t protect her, and protecting her is my first priority. That’s a promise I made to her father just hours before he was murdered.”

      “Your story just keeps getting better and better,” he mocked. Though he wouldn’t put it past a criminal like Kendall Collier to commit murder. Bo didn’t personally know the man, but from what he’d heard, Kendall was capable of just about anything.

      Which only weakened Mattie’s story.

      “If you’re telling the truth,” Bo explained, “you wouldn’t be here. A mother wouldn’t put her baby in that kind of danger.”

      “A mother without a choice would have,” she countered. “I don’t have a choice.”

      “I beg to differ. You can turn and walk out that door right now.” Of course, he wouldn’t let her do that. If she was going anywhere, it was to police headquarters for a long hard interrogation.

      “I’ve been living in fear for a long time.” Her voice was strained and low now. “I worried that right after the hostage situation, the hospital would do DNA tests on all the babies. I thought my secret would be discovered then.”

      “How do you know the hospital didn’t do tests?” Bo snarled.

      “If they had, then you’d know that the little girl in the picture is mine.”

      She had him there. But some of the babies had been tested, those in the newborn unit that had been evacuated because the gunmen had set a fire near it before they escaped. And the other group that had been tested was those newborns that had been physically separated from their mothers at any time during the standoff.

      That hadn’t been the case with Nadine.

      Bo and the other officers had found her and the babies in the nurses’ lounge. Alone. It was obvious Nadine had given birth, and it was equally obvious that she was holding her babies in her arms.

      Mattie glanced in the direction of the nursery when one of the babies fussed, but the noise soon stopped.

      “Nadine didn’t say anything when you got to her?” Mattie asked.

      “Not much.”

      “But she said something,” she pressed.

      Oh, yes. Nadine had said something. Something that Bo had replayed in his head a million times. Words that he would never forget.

      We have to protect her.

      Not them.

      Her.

      The comment had puzzled Bo, but he’d dismissed it as the ramblings of a traumatized, dying woman. Nadine had meant to say them. The twins. Just as she’d meant to tell Bo that she loved him. But there hadn’t been time, and Nadine hadn’t had the energy to speak anything else.

      “What did she say?” Mattie whispered. She was begging. And there were tears in her eyes, though she quickly blinked them back.

      Bo didn’t like those tears. They seemed genuine. The real McCoy. Still, he wasn’t ready to cut her any slack. Not with what was at stake.

      “I’ll tell you what Nadine said,” he countered, “when you tell me why you’re really here.”

      Mattie was apparently still contemplating that when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. Rosalie stepped from the nursery. And she wasn’t alone. She was carrying Jacob, and Holly was peeking around Rosalie’s skirt.

      “Is that van gone?” Rosalie asked.

      Bo nodded and went toward her. He didn’t want Mattie seeing Holly. But it was too late. She obviously saw the child, because Mattie went in that direction, as well.

      He blocked her from moving any closer.

      “What’s wrong?” Rosalie demanded.

      Bo locked eyes with Mattie, but he addressed his comment to the nanny. “Just wait in the nursery.”

      “You keep dodging the question, Bo,” Rosalie answered. “And I think it’s time you told me what’s going on. I have ears, you know. I can hear what this woman is saying. Well, most of it, anyway.”

      Bo had no idea what to say to that, and it turned out that an immediate response wasn’t required. That’s because Holly squealed “Da Da” and toddled toward him. She had just taken her first steps two days before, so when she wobbled, she fell to the floor and crawled toward Bo.

      Jacob followed her lead, babbled “Da Da” as well and wiggled and squirmed so that Rosalie let him down. Jacob had been walking for nearly a month now but still had some trouble mastering the carpet in his bare feet.

      Holly made it to Bo first. Her loose brown curls danced around her beaming face, and despite everything else going on, Bo’s bad mood melted away. He scooped up his daughter in his arms and got rewarded with a sloppy kiss on his cheek. A moment later, Jacob reached him, as well, and both of Bo’s arms were suddenly filled with the children he loved more than life itself.

      He looked at Mattie. This time, she wasn’t successful in blinking back those tears. She reached out, her fingers going straight toward Holly’s curls, but it was Rosalie who snagged her wrist.

      “You said some powerful things,” Rosalie acknowledged. “What I want to know is why you’re saying them.”

      Mattie kept her attention nailed to Holly. “Because it’s the truth.”

      Rosalie met Bo’s gaze, and he didn’t see the immediate dismissal that he hoped would be there. He kissed the babies again and passed them back to the nanny. “I need to clear this up with Ms.