Colby brushed past Rafael, her slender body stiff with disapproval. She couldn't look at him when she said 'shower,' when Rafael's attention was suddenly on her body. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, could remember how his mouth felt.
The hot water stung her hands and the small burns she hadn't noticed before on her arms and legs. She turned her face up to let the water wash unwanted tears from her face. She was exhausted, the morning was already half gone, and her chores were waiting. Everything was waiting. She washed the smoke from her hair, all the while trembling uncontrollably. Why had she told De La Cruz about the mortgage? It was just one more weapon in a growing arsenal he could use against her. And what had he said? Someone set the fire? With the horses inside the stable, someone had deliberately set the fire?
She dried herself slowly, turning it over in her mind. It was a difficult thing to believe, yet she doubted Rafael would lie about it. Obviously if arson was suspected, there would be a full-scale investigation. She would be the number one prime suspect. Everyone knew she needed money. Colby groaned softly and pulled on a clean pair of faded Levi's. Why would someone want to burn down her stable? The insurance money wouldn't cover her full losses, let alone be much good to anyone else.
Colby sat up, finding her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were enormous, vivid green with shock. Rafael De La Cruz had tremendous talent. She could no longer deny they had a connection. A strong connection. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't hearing him speaking to her, mind to mind. She couldn't pretend that every single time he came near to her, even in a crisis, her body reacted to his. Suddenly, in the mirror, her eyes widened in shock.
Colby sat very still, afraid to move. She could hear her heart beating loudly in the small confines of her bedroom. It was then that she realized she was hearing far more than her heart. She could hear the men in the yard, their conversations, the restless continual stomping of the horses. She could hear insects buzzing. Worse, she could hear whispers from the firemen near the stables. She pressed her hands to her ears, suddenly afraid she was losing her mind.
She felt him this time, a stirring of a shadow in her mind. Warmth flooding her, comfort, a soothing tranquility he was projecting.
'Colby?' Paul knocked hesitantly. 'Are you all right?' He pushed the door open wide enough to stick his head in.
Looking at his young, worried face, the naked concern for her, Colby felt her strength and resolve flowing back stronger than ever. 'I'm getting there, Paulo,' she reassured him softly, 'how 'bout you?'
'I think it will hit me tonight or tomorrow. I'm still in shock.' Paul walked across her floor to push the hair back from her forehead. 'You have bruises everywhere.' He indicated her denim-clad thigh. 'Was the cut bad? There was a lot of blood,' he pointed out in a clumsy attempt to show his love.
'I'm tough, Paul, and I've been kicked by horses and hit the ground a lot harder than that. What about Ginny? How is she doing?' Rafael was right, if she concentrated, Colby could turn the volume down on her hearing and the assault on her senses lessened. She couldn't stop thinking of him, couldn't prevent her mind from trying to tune itself to his.
'Ginny has food and drink prepared for the troops,' Paul said. He cleared his throat. 'I think you'd better come on out here. The fire captain wants to talk to you. Sean Everett found some things you should know about. There are kerosene containers, blackened, inside the stable.'
Colby nodded and silently followed her brother back to the kitchen. She took a deep breath to stay firmly in control. 'Someone did set it, then.' She said the words aloud to test them. It was such an impossible thing to believe. 'Who would do such a thing?'
Sean shook his head. 'I don't know, Colby, but the alarm system was dismantled completely and the sprinklers were tampered with. Whoever did it was very professional, very thorough. We were lucky to save the barn and outbuildings.'
There was a long silence while Colby digested the implication of his words. Lifting her head, she looked around the room at the circle of grim-faced men, at Paul's pale features and little Ginny huddled uncertainly in a corner. Rafael stood tall beside her, his body protectively shielding the young girl from the eyes of the men in the room.
Instantly ashamed of herself, Colby gathered Ginny to her and brushed her sister's grimy forehead with a reassuring kiss. 'I think there's been enough excitement for you, honey,' she said firmly. 'Thank you for all your help, the coffee and food for everybody. I would never have thought of it. Take a shower and crawl back into bed for a few hours. It's going to take a lot of hard work to repair everything.' Colby glanced up at Rafael.
At once she felt the brush of fingers on her face, the smallest of caresses, yet Rafael hadn't moved, hadn't physically touched her. She could see the fatigue etched on his face. His eyes were covered with thick black glasses, the lenses so dark she couldn't see through them. Colby could still feel how tired and drained, how much pain he was in, although she felt him throw up a barrier so she couldn't feel his actual pain. She could see the Chevez brothers were concerned for him. They stood in a tight knot in front of the window, anxiety on their faces as they watched Rafael.
'What can we do?' Ginny was pleading. 'We won't lose the ranch.'
'No, little chickadee.' Colby's gaze jumped to meet Rafael's above the little girl's head. 'We won't lose our home. Skip off now, I'll be right in to tuck you in.'
Reassured, Ginny went down the hall toward her bedroom. Paul couldn't be sent off to bed, insulated from bad news or shocks. Highly intelligent, he showed his sense of responsibility in nearly everything he did.
'Colby,' Ben began, holding up a hand to stop her before she could speak. 'No one thinks you set the fire. I've known you all of your life. You might burn down your own stable if you were mad enough, but not for insurance money and not with horses in it. Someone did it, though. Who could benefit?'
'Do you have any enemies?' Rafael asked quietly.
Her green gaze jumped to his face, her chin lifting belligerently.