Operation Hero's Watch. Justine Davis

flickered in his eyes, but only for an instant. “If I answered that, you might say no when you need to say yes.”

      She wasn’t sure what to make of that but guessed he meant that if there was dirty work to be done, he did it. She wasn’t really certain what that would be, but if they got involved in things like this, what else might they deal with? For a moment she questioned whether she did indeed want the help being offered.

      The dog at her knee shifted, drawing her gaze. Dark, amber-flecked eyes looked up into hers, and she felt suddenly steadier. And certain that it was all right. How odd.

      She looked back at Rafe, who didn’t speak again, didn’t try to persuade her, just let her process. She studied him for a moment longer, then said quietly, “I think whatever the situation, I would want you on my side and not against me.”

      Rafe smiled. It was not, she thought, a happy smile.

      “Told you she was smart,” Jace said.

      Cassidy’s gaze shifted to him as she wondered what else he’d told the man. And she caught him watching her with the oddest expression on his face.

      “You still have the scar,” she said, rather inanely. Of course he still had it.

      He lifted a hand as if instinctively, to touch the mark below his eye. “My favorite souvenir.”

      She felt a faint heat rising in her cheeks. “Something to remind you of a silly girl you had to rescue?”

      “You were never silly. And I never needed the scar for that.”

      His voice was so soft, so gentle, yet with that rough edge he’d gained somewhere in the last ten years. His words set up a chain reaction of memories, hopes that she’d thought successfully quashed for good. She was afraid the pink in her face would turn to full red if she didn’t look away. So she quickly did, only to find Rafe Crawford watching them both thoughtfully.

      But thankfully the man said nothing except, “That list? And a schedule, too. Where you usually are when, and what days might vary and why.”

      That, at least she could see the reason for. And so, wondering on several fronts what she’d gotten herself into, she went to the kitchen drawer where she kept stray notepads and began to write.

       Chapter 5

      “You could have mentioned she was more to you than your friend’s sister,” Rafe said casually, quietly.

      Jace felt a jolt at the words and with a touch of panic tried to gauge if Cassie could have heard him over there in the kitchen. She never faltered in her writing, so he guessed not. Then he looked back at Rafe and realized this was a man who would know exactly how far his voice would or would not carry.

      “She’s not,” he said. At least, she wasn’t. “I mean, I liked her, enough to tease her a lot. Like she was my sister, too. Cory said she...kind of had a crush on me. You know, the kind of thing that happens with teenage girls.”

      “She’s not a teenage girl now.”

      Jace glanced at her. “No kidding. I never thought she’d grow up like...that.”

      “Nothing sisterly about her now.”

      Jace swallowed tightly. “No. No, not a thing.”

      “Except that promise.”

      His gaze shot back to Rafe’s face. “Yeah. That promise.”

      He’d made that promise to Cory, to take care of his sister if ever he couldn’t. To look out for her, help her if she needed it.

      “Doesn’t sound like her brother’s the type to keep them.”

      “Depends how much it costs him.” The rather cynical observation was out before he thought. His mouth tightened ruefully. What was it about this guy—and that blessed dog—that made him say things he normally would never say? Especially to someone he’d just met?

      “Some would say that lets you off the hook.”

      Jace’s brow furrowed. “Why? I made the promise, not Cory.”

      The slightest of smiles flitted across the other man’s face. “And that you make that distinction is why I’m here. You’re the kind of person Foxworth helps. Cory, not so much.”

      Jace was saved from responding by Cassie’s return. She handed Rafe the list of names. “You swear they won’t ever know?”

      “As long as they’re not involved in whatever this is, they won’t have a clue,” Rafe promised. Somehow Jace thought the guy would deliver on that.

      “And if they are?” she asked, warily. “If someone on this list—” she sounded extremely doubtful “—turns out to be my stalker, what then?”

      “That’s up to you,” Rafe answered.

      “Me? Not...the police?”

      Rafe gave a one-shouldered shrug. “We work with the police, often. They like us because we share what we can, sometimes things they don’t know. If it becomes a police matter, we cooperate. And if it turns into something big for them, we don’t want the credit. But we’re not bound by their rules, which sometimes cripple them. And we work for you.”

      Cassie still looked uncertain. Jace couldn’t really blame her; he’d seen the Foxworth setup, had watched as Rafe had started certain wheels in motion, and he still couldn’t quite believe it all.

      “Think of it like this,” Rafe suggested. “Imagine finding out it’s a friend with a misguided but innocent reason. That would make you feel differently than if it’s some unbalanced stranger with a fixation.”

      “Oh.” She grimaced. “Yes. I see what you mean.”

      “If it is that...stranger,” Jace began.

      “Then we’ll deal,” Rafe said. “I’ll get the process of elimination started with our tech guy. But there’s one more thing. We all need to be clear on what the goal is here.”

      “Keep Cassie safe,” Jace said instantly.

      “Catch him,” Cassie said simultaneously.

      Startled, Jace stared at her. “Cassie,” he began.

      She looked at Rafe as if for support. “The one accomplishes the other, right?”

      “Yes,” Rafe agreed, “but I’d say Jace’s goal has to come first. Your safety is paramount.”

      “Exactly,” Jace agreed. And he was suddenly relieved that they had this man on their side, to accomplish just that. But then Rafe spoke again and blasted all other thoughts out of his head.

      “So Jace should stay here with you. Just seeing you’re not alone should slow this guy down.”

      Cassie frowned. Which made Jace frown and refocus. Was the idea of him under her roof that distasteful? Did she—

      “But won’t that just make him wait?” she asked, snapping him back to reality, where it seemed the idea of him under her roof didn’t matter at all. And he wasn’t sure that didn’t bother him even more.

      Feeling suddenly contrary, Jace said, “If I stay long enough, he’ll move on, won’t he?”

      “Depends on his goal,” Rafe said. Then, sounding almost weary, he added, “Some fixations can withstand both time and logic.”

      Cassie studied the other man for a moment. Then, quietly, she said, “You’ve dealt with this kind of thing before, then.”

      “Yes. Foxworth has dealt with several stalking cases.”

      “I mean you, personally.”

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