closer to him. Up close, he seemed bigger than she’d thought, solid, hard and masculine. He smelled good, a tangy combination of pine needles and sweet hay. He’d gone with Joe to check on the horses in the stable, she remembered, while Jane helped her settle in.
Taking a step backwards, she forced her thoughts back to what he’d just said. “Don’t take time off on my account.”
His lips quirked. “I have to. Since I’m supposed to be protecting you.”
“I should be safe enough here by myself. The guy who attacked me doesn’t know where to find you, does he?”
“I wouldn’t think so. But I don’t think we should take chances. I’m not really going to be off. This is police business.” To her relief, he backed away, settling in the rocker where Jane had sat earlier, his long legs stretched in front of him. “Joe’s going to tell everyone he forced me to take vacation. They’ll believe it. I haven’t been off in a couple of years.”
She arched her eyebrows. “Workaholic?”
His expression closed. “I just like to work.”
She knew a warning flag when she saw one. She shifted the subject. “The doctor told me before I left that I could get back some of the memory that’s hazy right now. About the day of the attack, I mean. Maybe I’ll remember more about what the man was wearing-the belt buckle, what kind of shirt he had on.”
“It’s possible,” he conceded. “Meanwhile, Jim Tanner is looking into the backgrounds of the hospital personnel.”
“I don’t know that just anyone would know how to tamper with a security camera.” Hannah sat down cross- legged on the end of the bed, tucking her feet under the blanket Jane had given her. A cold wind had picked up during the night, blasting the valley with a bitter autumn chill that the little wood stove couldn’t quite combat.
“There are a few ways it could have been done. The tech guys in Cheyenne will be able to tell us more.” Riley shifted in his chair and pulled a cell phone from his pocket. “I want you using this to make all your calls. It’s my personal cell phone. I can use my work phone. I don’t want you to use your own phone while you’re here in Wyoming.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
“We don’t know how much this guy knows about you now. If he’s a hospital employee, he could have accessed your hospital records, which would give him a hell of a lot of personal information at his fingertips. If he has your cell phone number, he could possibly have a way to trace its use.”
Hannah’s stomach gave a little flip as she took the phone from him. “Are you trying to scare me or something? Believe me, it’s not necessary.”
“I just want you to be on guard every moment. Think about the things you do and say, who you talk to. I assume you’ll want to call your family to let them know where you are?”
Hannah rubbed her head. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to tell her parents about what she’d decided to do. “I don’t know what to tell them.”
“It’s up to you. Tell them as much or as little as you think they need to know.”
“If I tell them too much, there’ll be eight Coopers on the next flight to Wyoming.”
“Tell them you met a nice doctor at the hospital and he’s taking you skiing in Jackson Hole.” Riley’s lips quirked. “A nice rich doctor. Don’t mothers love to hear stuff like that?”
“My mother can sniff out a lie faster than a bloodhound on a ’possum.”
He grinned at that. “So tell her you met a nice cop who took you home and has you locked in his spare bedroom.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s
His soft laugh caught her by surprise. It was a great laugh, musical and fluid, though it sounded a bit rusty, as if he hadn’t used it in a while.
Maybe he hadn’t.
“Just tell her the truth,” he suggested, his laughter dying. “But don’t make it sound too scary. I’m pretty sure the guy who attacked you hasn’t yet connected you to me, so that should keep you safe while we see if we can put together all the pieces to our puzzle.”
Hannah glanced at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It read 5:30 a.m. “Is that clock right?”
Riley checked his watch. “Yes.”
It was an hour later in Alabama. Her parents would be up by now. She flipped open the cell phone he’d handed her and dialed her parents’ number.
Her mother answered, sounding sleepy. “Hello?”
“Hey, Mom, it’s me.”
“What’s wrong?”
Hannah smiled at her mother’s immediate leap to the worst possible conclusion. “Everything’s okay. I just wanted to let you know what’s happening.”
She caught her mother up to date on all that had happened, pausing now and then to allow her mother to catch her father up on all that she was saying. Feeling Riley’s gaze on her, she looked up to find him studying her with slightly narrowed eyes. His hands rested on the arms of the rocker, his fingers drumming softly on the polished wood, but it seemed more a nervous twitch than a sign of impatience.
“You need to be on the next plane instead of holed up under police protection,” her mother said firmly.
“I have almost a week left of my vacation, Mom. If I stick around, maybe something will trigger my memory-”
“You can trigger your memory in the safety of your own home,” Beth Cooper insisted. “Mike, talk to your daughter.”
“Mom-don’t…Hi, Dad.”
“You mother wants me to tell you to come home.” Her father’s gruff voice held a hint of weary amusement. “Of course, I know damned well you’re going to do whatever you want, just like you have since you were six years old. Can you just promise you’ll be careful?”
“I promise I’ll be careful.”
“Good. Now, can I talk to the policeman? Is he there with you now?”
Hannah’s eyes widened with alarm. “Come on, Daddy, you don’t need to talk to him-”
Across from her, one of Riley’s eyebrows ticked upward. “Your father wants to talk to me?”
“Is that him?” Mike Cooper asked. “Hand him the phone.”
With a deep sigh, Hannah held the phone out to Riley. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “but trust me, it’s easier just to talk to him and get it over with.”
Riley’s lips twitched as he took the phone from her. “Hello, Mr. Cooper.”
Hannah could hear the low rumble of her father’s voice coming from the cell phone receiver, but she couldn’t make out any words. There was no telling what he was telling Riley. She’d been present for enough pre-date lectures to know there was no way to predict what her father might say if he thought her welfare was at stake.
“Yes, sir, I absolutely will,” Riley said a few minutes later. His eyes flickered up to meet hers. “Yes, I’m beginning to realize that.”
“What did he just say about me?” she whispered, mortified.
“No, sir. I won’t.” Riley’s smile spread slowly. “Oh, absolutely. You can count on me.”
“Won’t what? Count on you for what?” Hannah reached out for the phone. “Give that to me.”
“Here she is again, sir.” Riley handed over the phone, grinning. “Didn’t get many second dates?” he whispered.
“No,” she whispered back, before putting the phone to her ear. “Dad, I hope you didn’t embarrass me.”
“I just made sure your cowboy cop knows that we expect you back in Alabama by the end of the week alive and in one piece.”
“I can do that by myself. Give Mom a kiss for me and I’ll call back tomorrow.” To her horror, she felt tears burning the back of her eyes. “I need to get some sleep. Bye!”
She wiped at the tears with the back of her hand, but they just kept coming. She turned her face away from Riley, hating that one stupid little call home had made her turn into a blubbering baby.
She heard his boot steps moving out of the room and down the hall, no doubt to give her a little space to have
