Suspicions. Cynthia Eden

      “Yes,” she said as she gave a faint nod. “I’m not going to let him hurt you. I’ll call the cops. I’ll get my brothers involved.” Because this situation couldn’t be hidden from them, not any longer. They would go into their extreme mode—she had no doubt of that—but she needed to tell them. A strange man had followed her, broken into Mark’s place—he’s just getting worse. More dangerous.

      A faint beeping sounded then, coming from Mark’s study. His computer. He didn’t let Ava go. His fingers curled around her wrist, and he pretty much pulled her back to the study. She stared at the screen there and saw the black SUV that was pulling up to the ranch’s gate.

      “You don’t have to tell them,” he said as her brother Davis’s tense features came into view. “I think they already know.”

      * * *

      “WHAT IS MY SISTER doing at your house—” Davis stalked into the den and headed straight for Mark “—in the middle of the night?”

      Mark stood his ground. Ava thought about running for the door—leaving them both.

      Instead, she cleared her throat. “It’s actually getting pretty close to dawn now.” Davis’s green gaze cut to her. She shrugged. “So that’s more like morning, not the middle of the night.”

      He growled. Davis did that. He growled a lot. Once he’d had a much better sense of humor. Then he’d gone off and become a SEAL. Their parents had died—and Davis had locked down his emotions. Hard. Now there was pretty much just one setting for her brother...ice.

      “How did you know I was here?” she asked him.

      “I didn’t, not until I saw your car outside.” He huffed out a breath. “I was coming by because we’re helping to monitor Mark’s security system, and when I saw there was some trouble out here earlier, I figured I’d better check it out.”

      His words just weren’t ringing true to her, and Davis hadn’t looked her in the eyes while he’d been talking. When Davis lied to her, he never looked her in the eyes.

       You’re fine, Ava. No one thinks you were involved in what happened to our parents.

      He’d been looking right over her shoulder the first time he’d fed her that line of bull. She’d wondered then...had her own brother thought she was involved? Or had he just already heard the rumors that folks were spreading around town?

      “Are you sleeping with my sister?”

      Now that had her eyes flying toward Davis. Her brother was big—as big as Mark. They both had the same broad shoulders and golden skin. But Davis’s hair was dark, longer, and his features were rougher than Mark’s.

      Instead of answering Davis, Mark glared at him. His hands were fisted.

      Ava leapt between the two men because it sure looked as if they were about to come to blows. “Stop it!” Ava ordered. She turned her own glare on Davis. “Mark is my friend, okay? One of the few who stood by me over the years.” There had been plenty who turned their backs on her. Folks who actually bought into the story that she’d either planned—or helped to commit—the murder of her parents. “So back off!”

      Davis narrowed his eyes, eyes that were a darker green than her own. “What happened here tonight?”

      She hesitated.

      “Tell him, Ava,” Mark urged her gruffly. “Your brothers will track down that maniac.”

      Exhaling heavily, she nodded. “Someone...someone has been stalking me.”

      Shock shot across Davis’s face. “What?”

      And she told him everything. From the pictures that had been moved to the cops who hadn’t believed her. She told him about how she’d packed up her bags and driven fast to Mark’s house...because—

      “Why him?” Davis demanded. “Why did you tell him and not us?” He sounded hurt, and that was certainly the last thing she’d wanted.

      “I had no actual proof that anyone was doing these things, not until tonight.” She pushed back her hair, suddenly feeling very, very weary. The adrenaline high was sure starting to wane. “Then he left those messages here for us.”

       “What messages?”

      “In my bathroom,” Ava confessed.

      “And mine,” Mark added.

      Davis’s gaze assessed her. “You were sleeping in the guest room.”

      She nodded. Davis took off, heading down the hallway. In minutes he was back. His eyes immediately locked on Mark. “Did you get the same message?” he asked. “One telling you not to trust my sister?”

      Ava glanced over at him. Mark shook his head. “No. Mine was different.”

      Davis vanished. She figured he’d gone to read the message for himself.

      “What did it say?” Her voice was quiet.

      His expression unreadable, Mark murmured, “He told me to stay away from you.” His eyes glittered down at her. “That isn’t happening.”

      Footsteps pounded—Davis was coming back. Fury was etched onto his face. “Based on what you’ve said, the stalker’s events are seriously escalating! I’ve seen twisted stuff like this before. Too many times, and it doesn’t end well. A man gets fixated on a woman...” His gaze snapped to Mark. “And he can’t let her go.”

      Beside her, Mark tensed.

      Then Davis was glancing back at Ava. “You’re lucky that you weren’t in that room when the guy broke in. Maybe he wouldn’t have used that glass just to carve a message on a wall. He might have tried carving into you.”

      She held her ground. “You think I don’t know that?”

      Mark swore. “Stop it, Davis. You don’t need to scare her.”

      Right. She was already scared plenty, with Davis adding to her terror.

      But Davis fired back, “Maybe she needs to be scared. These incidents have been going on for weeks, and she didn’t tell us. She’s lucky she isn’t already dead.”

      Ava flinched.

      Mark surged toward her brother. “Don’t.” His voice was low and lethal. “Don’t you tell her—”

      “Ava is my sister. What is she to you?”

      Mark’s turbulent stare jumped to her. She thought of the kiss they’d shared in the guest room. Of how very close they’d come to sharing something else, too.

      “Ava is—” Mark began.

      “He’s my friend,” Ava said, her words clear and strong. She didn’t know what else he might prove to be to her, but on that point, Ava was certain.

      Davis opened his mouth to say something else, probably to launch some kind of attack at Mark, but she wasn’t in the mood for that. “He was wearing a ski mask.”

      Davis’s brow furrowed.

      “A black one.” She inclined her head toward the study area. “One of the video cameras caught sight of the guy leaving, so now we know—”

      “He’s big, probably about six foot one, maybe six foot two,” Mark said. “Fit. And far too familiar with my home.”

      Because he’d just walked right in the door.

      “We should get the cops out here,” Davis immediately said. “Get them to run a fingerprint check and use their crime-scene team.”

      Mark’s shoulders tensed. “He was wearing gloves in the video, so I don’t think the guy left any prints behind. And after our last experience with the cops, I wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to get