Danger on the Mountain. Lynette Eason

it?”

      Reese didn’t bother to try to avoid the question. “Yeah. It does. Not as hard as it used to, so time’s helping, but it still hurts.” This time his smile was real. “But I’m happy for you and Holly. That’s great. I hope it’s a girl for her sake, though. Even things out with you males in the family.”

      Eli slapped him on the back and gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze. “Me, too. Come on, I’m starving. Let’s eat while we have a chance.”

      On the way to the diner, Eli stopped residents of the town and introduced Reese to each one. Friendly faces welcomed him, and Reese felt a small sliver of peace slide into his heart.

      Coming to Rose Mountain had been the best choice he’d made in a long time.

      “By the way, don’t forget about the church potluck dinner Wednesday night. When I was a bachelor, I looked forward to those things like a kid does Christmas. Best home cooking you’ll find.”

      Reese nodded and smiled. “I heard the announcement in church last Sunday.” One thing he’d done as soon as he’d moved to town was find a church. He’d settled into his house on Saturday a week ago and gotten up and gone to church with Eli and Holly and Cal and Abby the next morning.

      He wondered if Maggie Bennett would be there.

      When he walked into the diner, his eyes landed on the woman his thoughts couldn’t seem to stay away from. Belle sat in her lap, picking Cheerios out of Maggie’s hand and eating them one by one. Like a homing pigeon, he made his way to her, drawn by her deep brown eyes. He was vaguely aware of Eli following along behind. She smiled when she saw him. “Good morning, Reese.”

      “Morning. How’d you sleep last night?”

      “Pretty well, thanks to you. Knowing you were watching was—well, it made a big difference. Thanks.”

      He returned her smile. “It was no problem.”

      Eli cleared his throat, and Maggie looked past him to greet the man. “Hi, Eli.”

      “Maggie. No classes this morning?”

      “Not until 11:00 today. I started on paperwork about 6:00 this morning and decided I had definitely earned a break. So here we are.”

      Reese thought about that question he’d wanted to ask her. “Hey, do you go to the bank every Monday?”

      She lifted a brow at him. “Yes. Usually. I get paid by electronic deposit on a weekly basis. I go to get my cash for the week and then go to the different places to pay my bills.”

      “You don’t use checks? Pay online?”

      She shook her head. “No. I do it this way on purpose. It gets me out of the house. I spend many hours online with my job.” She shrugged. “I could do everything online, but I like getting out, visiting with people and...” She flushed. “I know it sounds silly. I just need that personal interaction.”

      “It doesn’t sound silly,” he reassured her. He understood what she was saying, and his mind was already clicking through what it meant.

      Belle jabbered at Reese and held her arms out to him. He backpedaled, almost knocking Eli over. Maggie jerked and lifted a brow at him. Feeling like a fool, he stammered, “Um, well, I guess we’d better get a table. See you.”

      He turned and headed for the table in the far corner, feeling Maggie’s puzzled gaze follow him until he was able to slide into the seat and out of her line of sight.

      Eli seated himself on the opposite side and shook his head. “What in the world was that?”

      A cold sweat broke across Reese’s brow and he closed his eyes on a groan. “I don’t know. I’m an idiot.”

      “Have you talked to anyone about this? Like a professional counselor?”

      Eli’s soft question sent darts through Reese’s heart. “Yeah. I did.”

      “And?”

      “It helped, but...”

      “The grief is still there. And it will be for the rest of your life, I know, but...”

      Guilt shook him. He opened his eyes and looked straight into Eli’s compassionate gaze. “For Keira, the grief is less sharp. It’s more of a sadness for what could have been, the loss of what we had. I miss her. A lot. And I’m sorry she died. I wish I could change that, but I can’t.” He sighed. “It’s hard to admit it, but I’m ready to move on. To find someone to spend the rest of my life with. But...”

      “But?”

      “When it comes to babies, I just... It’s hard. I don’t know why it’s so hard.” Frustration at his inability to put his feelings into words washed over him. “It just is. And I need to find a way to move on, to accept the loss and deal with it, but...”

      “You lost your wife and daughter, Reese. That’s huge.”

      Reese swallowed against the lump in his throat. “I know.” He stirred in his seat, restless with the direction of the conversation. Fortunately, the waitress arrived before he had to contribute further to it.

      Then Eli changed the subject. “What was that about? Maggie and her trips to the bank?”

      “She has a routine. A routine someone has figured out in her short time here in Rose Mountain.”

      Eli nodded, knowledge lighting his eyes. “And they hit the bank at the time she was going to be there. Just as she was every Monday.”

      “Coincidence?”

      “Maybe.”

      “But you don’t think so?”

      “I think time will tell. I also think we need to keep a really close eye on her.”

      Reese stared at the woman who’d already made such an impression on his heart. “I don’t think I’m going to mind that.” He also wouldn’t mind finding out exactly why the pretty mother came to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

      In fact, finding that out might require spending a lot of time with her and getting to know her better.

      He couldn’t help the small smile that slipped across his lips.

      * * *

      Maggie pushed the sippy cup from Belle’s grasping fingers, tired of the “throw it on the floor so Mommy can pick it up” game.

      Belle protested with a loud squeal so Maggie stood, trying to juggle the baby, her purse and the diaper bag. Her wallet fell to the floor when it tipped out of her tilted purse.

      With Belle on her hip, she squatted, attempting to keep her balance while she retrieved the wallet.

      “Let me hold her a minute.”

      Maggie looked up to see Mrs. Adler standing behind her. Belle grinned when she saw her.

      Grateful for the woman’s intervention, Maggie handed Belle over. While Belle grabbed a handful of Mrs. Adler’s graying shoulder-length hair and tried to get it in her mouth, Maggie picked up her wallet.

      When she stood again, she nearly mashed her nose into the uniform-covered broad chest. “Oh!”

      Reese’s strong hands came up to grasp her upper arms, and she shivered at the contact. He gave her a crooked smile that didn’t match the look in his eyes. He handed her a dusty pacifier. “This fell out of your purse and bounced almost to my table. Would hate for you to need it and it not be there.”

      Maggie took it from him and stepped back to catch her breath. Being so close to him did crazy things to her pulse. She swallowed hard. “Thanks.”

      “No problem.” He smiled at Mrs. Adler. “Good to see you, ma’am.”

      “And you, Deputy Kirkpatrick.”

      He