Safe At Hawk's Landing. Rita Herron

paused. “I know you’ve lost your vision for now, but your eyes look normal, Charlotte.”

      Charlotte blinked back more tears. “That sounded vain, and it’s really not important, especially considering my students are in danger—”

      “It doesn’t sound vain,” Honey assured her. “It’s only human to wonder. Besides, you and I are alike, Charlotte. We both have to know what we’re dealing with, then we face it head-on.”

      Charlotte’s throat closed. Honey was right.

      When she’d first heard how awful some of the locals had treated her friend, she wasn’t sure she wanted to settle in Tumbleweed. But Honey’s giving spirit had made her want to call this place home.

      Only now, her studio had been trashed, her future ripped apart and the kids she devoted her heart and time to help were missing.

      * * *

      LUCAS’S PHONE BUZZED as Harrison drove away from the ranch. Thankfully, his mother had been thrilled to have the kitten. He’d known she was lonely and should have thought of getting her a pet sooner.

      Harrison veered onto the road leading to the hospital.

      Lucas connected the call. Keenan Hart from the Bureau.

      “I’ve been researching those tattoos,” Keenan said. “Snakes are common, and I’ve found several lightning bolts. I need more details. It would help if Charlotte would look at photos—”

      “I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Lucas said grimly. “She lost her sight. The doctor doesn’t know if it’s temporary or permanent.”

      “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. I’ll send you the photos of the ones I found and you can describe them to her.”

      “Good idea.” Lucas explained about the body they’d discovered at the warehouse and the charred van. “Also, run background checks on the victims’ foster families. Check their financials for trouble.”

      “You think one of them is involved?” Keenan asked.

      “I’m just covering the bases,” Lucas said. If a foster parent had been bribed or paid off, he could use that as leverage to push him—or her—for more information about the kidnappers.

      Before he hung up, his phone buzzed again.

      “Keep me posted,” he told Keenan, and then clicked to answer. “Brayden?”

      “Yeah, I’m here with Mom. She was upset about what happened in town today.”

      Everybody in town was probably upset. Missing children had a way of inciting panic and fear.

      “Reassure her that we’re doing everything we can to find the missing teens,” Lucas said.

      “I have, but that’s not the reason I called. We were watching TV, Lucas, and the story is plastered all over the place. It made national news.”

      Lucas scrubbed a hand through his hair. Of course it had.

      “Some reporter named Gerald Ingram showed a picture of Charlotte in the hospital.”

      “What the hell?”

      “He announced that she was the only surviving witness.”

      A litany of curse words spewed from Lucas’s tongue. “That idiot bastard. He might as well have put a bullet in her head.”

      “I know. I’m sorry, man. Is there anything I can do?”

      “Just stay with Mom for a while.”

      They said goodbye just as Harrison pulled into the hospital parking lot.

      “What happened?” his brother asked as they parked and walked toward the entrance.

      Lucas relayed the news about the reporter. “I should have posted security at Charlotte’s door,” Harrison said.

      “I should have thought of it, too.” But they’d both been too anxious to track down that van and look for the kidnapped victims. “I’ll stay with her tonight,” Lucas offered. “Tomorrow we’ll assign a detail.”

      Harrison nodded, and they went inside and rode the elevator to the second floor. With that damn news report on his mind, Lucas scanned the halls and corridors in case one of the kidnappers returned to try and take out Charlotte.

      * * *

      CHARLOTTE WAS ROUSED from sleep again as footsteps echoed in the room. Then voices.

      “How’s she doing, Honey?”

      Harrison. She heard the smack of his lips as he kissed Honey, stirring other emotions inside her. She’d watched those lovebirds with envy the last couple of months.

      Harrison was lucky to have found a wonderful woman like Honey. She was lucky, too. Harrison seemed completely devoted to his wife.

      “She’s been resting some,” Honey said.

      “That reporter Gerald Ingram just aired the story that Charlotte survived.”

      This time, Lucas. His voice was slightly deeper than Harrison’s. And darker. Intimidating.

      “Oh, my God,” Honey said. “That’s not good, is it?”

      “Afraid not,” Harrison said grimly.

      Charlotte shifted, pushing herself higher on the pillow to prop up. The room blurred into darkness, but she sensed the presence of Honey and Harrison and Lucas.

      “I didn’t know he was a reporter,” Charlotte said. “He said he was a cop.”

      “Bastard,” Lucas said. “He plays dirty.”

      “It’s not your fault,” Harrison said. “We should have anticipated that he’d try to sneak in and prevented it.”

      “The nurse ran him out.” Charlotte ran a hand through her tangled hair. “You think one of those men will try to kill me?”

      An awkward tense silence followed.

      “You don’t have to answer that,” Charlotte said. “I guess that’s obvious.”

      “We aren’t going to let anything happen to you,” Honey said.

      “She’s right,” Lucas agreed.

      Harrison cleared his throat. “We’ll assign a guard to watch your room while you’re here.”

      “I’m going home as soon as possible,” Charlotte said. She hated hospitals.

      “I’ll stay with you when you come home,” Honey offered. “We can have a sleepover.”

      A footstep, then something rustled. “That’s not going to happen, Honey,” Harrison said brusquely.

      Another awkward silence, then whispering.

      “Is something wrong, Honey?” Charlotte asked.

      A heartbeat passed. “No, nothing’s wrong,” Honey said.

      “What’s going on, Harrison?” Lucas asked.

      “Maybe this isn’t the time,” Honey said in a low whisper.

      “For heaven’s sake, I may be blind, but I’m not deaf,” Charlotte said. “What’s wrong, Honey?”

      “Nothing’s wrong.” Honey’s hand brushed Charlotte’s arm. “I’m pregnant, Charlotte.”

      A light lifted inside Charlotte. “That’s wonderful, Honey. I’m so happy for you.”

      She tugged Honey into a hug, tears dampening her cheeks. Hers? Honey’s? Both.

      “Congratulations, brother,” Lucas said.

      She heard motion and realized the brothers must be hugging.

      “Have