The Heiress and the Sheriff
Stella Bagwell
The horse that sideswiped Gabrielle Carter's car as she approached the sprawling Fortune ranch left her with a blow to the head and no memory of being Miranda Fortune's daughter. But that doesn't stop the bighearted Texas family from insisting she recuperate at the ranch.Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk isn't sure what to make of this beautiful interloper. He can't deny his intense attraction, despite his fears that she's a con artist out to claim the Fortune legacy.Hidden in her belongings, Gabrielle has proof that she is the family's long-lost niece. And she's not looking for moneyjust a family to call her own. But her returning memory and the harsh accusations fired at her by Wyatt leave her angry, hurt and ready to abandon all her dreamsincluding the sexy sheriff with whom she's fallen in love.
THE TEXAS TATTLER
All the news thats barely fit to print!
Police Scour Sperm Bank Records
For Mother of Mystery Fortune Heir
A Red Rock scandal avalanche hit Texas last month when the results of a DNA test declared millionaire family man Dr. Matthew Fortune the father of a child abandoned and left in the care of his own famous ranching clan. Insider sources confirm that he and wife Claudia have separated.
Amidst the rubble of his marriage, Matthew holds firm to his assertion of marital fidelity and offers only his donation to a California sperm bank while in medical school as possible explanation. Records of sperm bank pregnancies have so far failed to provide a possible mother for the child, Taylor Fortune.
Also on the Fortune frontRyan Fortunes money-hungry, estranged wife, Sophia, was spotted in a heated lovers quarrel in the very public lobby of the Palace Lights Hotelbut not with her hubby. Looks like Ryan just stumbled upon some fuel for that inferno theyre calling a divorce.
Speaking of firethe red-hot combustion between fearless man-in-blue Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk and new-beauty-in-town Gabrielle Carter is sending smoke signals swirling around Red Rock. Too bad the only thing Gabrielle can remember is her namebut everyones calling her Grayhawks Lady!
About the Author
STELLA BAGWELL
sold her first book to Silhouette in November 1985. More than fifty novels later, she still loves her job and says she isnt completely content unless shes writing. Recently, she and her husband of thirty years moved from the hills of Oklahoma to Seadrift, Texas, a sleepy little fishing town located on the coastal bend. Stella says the water, the tropical climate and the seabirds make it a lovely place to let her imagination soar and to put the stories in her head down on paper.
She and her husband have one son, Jason, who lives and teaches high school math in nearby Port Lavaca.
The Heiress and the Sheriff
Stella Bagwell
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Meet the Fortunes of Texas
Wyatt Grayhawk: The rugged sheriff didnt trust strangers, especially the young lady who claimed to have no memory and found a haven on the Fortune ranch. But would Wyatts mission to uncover Gabrielles past be sidetracked by the allure of the mysterious beauty?
Gabrielle Carter: She didnt know who she was or why she had come to Texas. Although she knew she shouldnt fall for a man who doubted her intentions, she couldnt deny the longings of her heart.
Clint Lockhart: He had a lifelong obsession for revenge on the Fortunes and hed do whatever it took to get a piece of their family empire.
Hannah Cassidy: When Ryan Fortune proposed to Hannahs mother, Lily, this daughter-of-the-bride decided to plan the perfect Texas wedding. Little did Hannah know that she would soon be meeting the groom of her dreams.
To my family, and all our unforgettable trips to Texas.
There have been many, and hopefully there will be many more.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
One
Gabrielle Carter gripped the steering wheel, certain the next bend in the road would bring her in view of the Double Crown Ranch. But the curve only opened up to more gentle rolling pastures shaded with huge oaks and dotted with fat, sleek cattle.
Shed never been to Texas. The massive size of the state had surprised heralong with the heat. When shed stopped earlier in San Antonio for gas, the humidity had been oppressive. Her blouse was still glued to her back, and she didnt have to look in a mirror to know her hair was hanging in limp strands on her shoulders.
She probably should have stayed in San Antonio long enough to rent a room and freshen up before she presented herself at the Fortune family ranch. But shed already been traveling for nearly four days. Now that her destination was so close she was determined to drive on.
Sweat slicked her palms and her mouth was so dry she could hardly swallow, but Gabrielle knew neither condition was caused by the heat outside the closed windows of her car. She was nervous. Desperately nervous. And as the rental car traveled deeper into the countryside, her mothers words of warning continued to roll through her mind.
I forbid you to go there, Gabrielle! Those peoplethat familytheyre not what you think. Theyre nothing to you! Youre only going to get yourself into a lot of trouble. And when you do, dont expect me to come after you!
Gabrielles sigh was drowned out by the twangs of country music on the radio. Maybe the Fortunes were nothing to her, she mused. After all, she was a total stranger who lived more than a thousand miles away. Showing up on their doorstep unannounced was probably going to look strange.
Peculiar-looking or not, though, she had to take that chance. Gabrielle tried to swallow the growing lump in her throat.
The road made another slight bend around a group of ancient oaks, and her heart suddenly raced with anticipation. In the far distance she could see a group of buildings. It had to be the Double Crown Ranch. At last! Eagerly she leaned forward and pressed harder on the accelerator. Who was she finally going to meet? What would she say?
The questions in her head roared to an abrupt halt. A black horse suddenly galloped out of the trees. It wore a saddle, but there was no rider to guide its crazy trek.
Oh, Lord, it was headed straight at her car!
A scream ripped from her throat. She stomped the brake pedal and jerked the steering wheel. Instantly the car spun into a wild skid, and broken images whirled in her vision. The black horse, the green grass and trees, the blue sky all blurred together like an abstract painting.
Frantically she twisted the wheel, any second expecting to hear the sickening thud of metal against animal flesh. Miraculously, the car managed to miss the startled horse. But Gabrielle could see the massive tree coming straight at her, and too late she remembered shed not buckled her seat belt. The impact came before she had time to brace herself. She felt her whole body being pitched forward, and then something hard slammed against her forehead.
Seconds, or minutes, could have passed before Gabrielle returned to consciousness. Hot dusty carpet was pressed against her face. Her legs were twisted awkwardly beneath the steering wheel. Pain hammered behind her eyes and burned like a torch at the back of her skull.
With great effort she pushed herself upright until she was half sitting, half kneeling in the seat. Lifting a hand to her forehead, she tried to focus on her surroundings, but her vision was so blurry she could hardly make out her own fingers.
Shed hit her head. But how? she wondered. Where was she? The pain in her head was so great she could hardly think.
All at once her fuzzy brain managed to register the sickening smell of gasoline. It was all around her, robbing her breath in the tightly closed car.
It took Gabrielle three attempts to get the door open. Once it finally swung wide, she practically fell into the hot, humid air. Outside, she leaned for long moments against the crumpled fender while everything swam around her like an out-of-control carnival ride.
Even outside the vehicle the smell of gasoline was heavy. She had to get away from the foul stench. She had to find someoneanyoneto help her.
Grass, thick and deep, tangled around her ankles as she stumbled away from the car. With each step, her shaky legs threatened to give way, but she forced herself to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
By the time she reached a narrow dirt road, her vision had cleared somewhat, but the pain in her head was still just as fierce. She touched the pads of her fingers against her forehead and felt something wet and gooey. Blood? Had she been in a car wreck? Oh, God, someone help me, she prayed.
Are you all right?
The faint sound of a female voice penetrated Gabrielles terror, and she turned toward the sound. A petite, dark-haired woman was running toward her. She was panting heavily, and her dark eyes were glazed with fear.
Whoare you? What happened to me?
The woman stepped forward and took Gabrielle by the arm. Im Maggie Perez Fortune. Here, let me help you get to some shade. My horse bolted away from me and ran right in front of your car. You swerved to miss him and then your car went out of control.
My car? she repeated vaguely.
Maggie Fortune motioned behind them. Gabrielle glanced over her shoulder just in time to see a car burst into giant flames.
Oh, no! she gasped.
Oh, God! Maggie cried. Ive got to call for help!
The woman helped Gabrielle to the closest tree, where she sank to the ground and leaned weakly against the trunk. She watched the dark-haired woman punch numbers on a cell phone. Where was this place? Gabrielle wondered. She felt so lost, so totally blank.
Though her vision had cleared somewhat, everything was still blurred at the edges. She was obviously out in the countryside somewhere. The grass was green and longa meadow. And the air was heavy and hot. Very hot.
She glanced back at the burning car. It was totally engulfed in fire now, the flames licking high enough to scorch the overhanging branches of the tree shed crashed into.
Where had she been going? Where had she come from?
The questions made her head ache even worse, and she dropped her face in her hands and tried to calm the fear that was threatening to consume her.
Her name was Gabrielle Carter. She knew that much. Surely the rest would come to her when the pounding in her head stopped.
She didnt know if she dozed or fainted, but some time later, the sound of Maggies voice roused her.
Help should be here very soon. Kneeling down beside her, the woman pulled a white handkerchief from her jeans pocket and dabbed away the blood on Gabrielles forehead.
Are you hurt anywhere else?
I dont think so. My head hurts so badly I cant think. Where am I?
The womans lovely features, which looked to be part Mexican, crumpled into a frown. You mean, you dont know?
Gabrielle shook her head. Im sorry. Idont. I have no idea where I am or where Ive come from.
Youre on the Double Crown Ranch, in Texas. You dont remember driving out here?
She didnt remember anything! The state of Texas meant nothing to her. Her mind was black, and she was terrified.
No! Oh, God, what am I going to do?
The woman gently took her hand and squeezed it.
Please dont worry. It will all come back to you, Im sure.
She had barely spoken the words when the sound of a siren wailed in the distance. Gabrielle watched with hopeless despair as a fire engine pulled to a stop near the burning car. Two firemen quickly spilled out of the cab, and in a matter of seconds they were dousing the flames with a high-pressure hose hooked up to a water tank.
Here comes the sheriff, Maggie said, sounding relieved.
Gabrielle looked away from her charred car to see a pickupsheriffs emblem emblazoned on the side doorroaring up the road. The vehicle pulled to a jarring stop a few yards from where she and Maggie stood in the shade.
A man wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a black cowboy hat stepped down from the truck and approached them with long, purposeful strides. He was tall, with long muscular legs that strained against his jeans. His white shirt covered a broad expanse of strong shoulders, and his torso narrowed down to a flat waist and lean hips. Beneath the wide brim of his hat, his features were sharp and angular with high cheekbones and very dark skin. What little Gabrielle could see of his hair was black and cropped close to his head. She thought he looked Native American or Mexicanshe wasnt sure which. But she was certain of one thing. Shed never seen a more striking man. No woman could forget a man who looked like this Texas sheriff.
Without smiling, he nodded briefly at Maggie as though he knew her, then turned his attention immediately to Gabrielle. Im Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk, he informed her. Can you tell me what happened?
She felt, more than saw, his hazel-green eyes shrewdly sizing her up, and for an instant a flash of resentment joined the throbbing in her head. Couldnt he see she was hurt? Wasnt her physical well-being more important than the details of the accident?
No. I didnt know what had happened until Ms. Fortune came along and told me.
He looked at the other woman. You saw the accident?
Im afraid I was the cause of it, Wyatt. Id been riding down by the creek and had gotten off to rest and water my horse. I didnt see the snake until it struck at him. He jerked away from me and ran off in a mad gallop across the field, and right in front of Gabrielles car. When she swerved to miss it, the car went into a spin and crashed into a tree. By the time I finally made it up here, shed gotten out of the car and was wandering down the road.
The sheriff looked back at her, and Gabrielle felt the hair on the back of her neck rise as though a thunderstorm was mixing in the air.
Your name is Gabrielle?
His voice was low, rough and timbered with a Texas drawl. She resisted the urge to shiver. Gabrielle Carter.
Where are you from, Gabrielle?
She swallowed as another wave of helpless fear swamped her. I dont know.
His eyes, which seemed unusually light for such dark skin, narrowed with suspicion. What do you mean, you dont know? Surely you know where you live?
I dont know, she repeated.
Maggie Fortune said, Wyatt, I think Gabrielle has hurt her head.
He stepped closer, and Gabrielle had to force herself to stand her ground and endure a closer scrutiny of his unnerving gaze.
Yes, thats quite a cut youve got there. Let me grab my first aid kit. He sprinted back to his truck and came back with the kit. Im no doctor, but I do know a little something about cuts and scrapes. Heres some gauze with some antiseptic. Itll do for now, but I definitely think youll have to go to the hospital.
Maggie was grateful for his help, more grateful for the distraction from his rapid-fire questions. How come he kept looking at her like he didnt believe she truly couldnt remember anything? Why would she lie?
So, Gabrielle, do you have any identification on you?
Identification! She glanced down at her somewhat faded jeans, then quickly jammed her hands in all the pockets, searching for any scrap of paper. There was nothing. No coins or tissues or lipstick. Nothing.
She lifted shocked eyes back to his face. No. I suppose my purse was in the car. Oh, and now its burnt!
The young woman appeared to be genuinely distraught, Wyatt thought. But anyone would be after the jolt she must have taken when her car slammed into the oak. She was not a Texan. At first glance her appearance had told him that much; her voice had proved it. There was no wedding band, no rings of any sort on her fingers. In fact, the only jewelry she was wearing were slender gold hoops in her ears.
Maggie, were the Fortunes expecting any visitors from out of state? he asked.
The other woman shook her head at his question. Not that Im aware of. But then, people are always dropping in unannounced. You know that, Wyatt.
He looked back at Gabrielle Carter. Hed been friends with the Fortune family for years, and hed never heard the name Carter mentioned. And if hed ever seen Gabrielle, he would have remembered. She was not a woman any man would likely forget. He was struck by her beauty, even in this disheveled state.
Her long brown hair was naturally streaked with gold from the sun. The silky strands waved about her shoulders and framed an oval face that was dominated by huge hazel-green eyes fringed with thick dark lashes. Full pink lips quivered as she glanced from him to the smoldering car. Her skinand he could see plenty of it with the skimpy top she was wearingwas smooth and tanned to a deep golden brown. He tried not to think about the luscious curves beneath the jeans and ribbed knit blouse.
Well, I think right now, Miss Carter, youd better let me drive you to the hospital. Well deal with your identity later.
Gabrielle stared wildly at him, then turned a helpless look on the Fortune woman. Im not sure I want to go to the hospital with him! I dont know where I am! I dont have any money
Wyatt held up a hand to halt her protest, while beside her the woman said gently, Please let him take you. In my panic, I didnt even think to call an ambulance. And dont worry about the hospital bill, Gabrielle. The ranchs insurance will certainly cover it. Especially with me being the cause of the accident. I really feel just awful.
You dont have any choice in the matter, Miss Carter, Wyatt Grayhawk informed her none too gently. As sheriff, Im required to see you get medical attention. Its the law.
Her heart pounded as she searched his dark, stern face. Something told her there was very little, if any, compassion behind his roughly hewn features. This man didnt care if she was lost or terrified. In fact, the skeptical expression on his face said hed doubted her story from the start.
I guess theres little else I can do then, is there? she said quietly.
Nothing else, he agreed, then reached for her arm.
Gabrielle wanted to jerk away from him. But she didnt have the strength. And he was the sheriff, she reminded herself. It wouldnt help her cause to have him riled at her.
Everything will be all right, Gabrielle, the woman assured her as the three of them walked to Wyatts pickup.
Wyatt will take good care of you.
Gabrielle didnt want to think about being under the sheriffs care. He was harder to deal with than the pain in her head.
Do you need a lift back to the ranch? Wyatt asked the woman.
No. Im going to walk back, she told him. Maybe Ill find my horse on the way. You will let us know about Gabrielle?
Ill call the ranch and let you know something as soon as I can. In the meantime, you might let your father-in-law, Ryan, know whats happened.
I will. The woman waved and headed down the road in the opposite direction from the charred car.
Gabrielle suddenly felt even more lost and alone without her rescuer. At least with the Fortune woman, shed felt she had someone on her side. With Sheriff Grayhawk she felt anything but safe.
He opened the door of the vehicle and helped Gabrielle up on the bench seat, then skirted around the hood and slid behind the wheel.
Buckle up, he ordered as he started the engine.
She pulled the straps of the seat belt across her lap, but her fingers were shaking so badly that she couldnt make the two ends catch.
Suddenly two dark-brown hands were pushing her fumbling fingers aside. Here, let me do it, or well never get where were going, he said gruffly.
She bit down on her lip and turned her face toward the window, but his closeness couldnt be ignored. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne and feel the brush of his warm hands as he latched the seat belt against her.
He was a forceful man in looks and presence. And though her past was a blank, she had a feeling shed never encountered anyone like him before.
Thank you, she murmured, once hed straightened away from her and set the pickup in motion.
He didnt acknowledge her words. Instead, he turned the pickup around and headed back toward what was left of her burned car. The flames and smoke had finally been doused, and the firemen were rolling up their hoses.
Wyatt stopped the pickup. Im going to talk to the firemen. Ill be right back, he said without glancing her way.
Through a blur of pain Gabrielle watched the tall, dark sheriff walk over to the two firemen. After a brief moment of conversation he returned to the truck.
Is there anything left inside the car? she asked hopefully.
The metal is still too hot to search through the thing. Ill come back later and see what I can find. Unless you want to tell me what all this is about right now?
At the question, she snapped her head around, causing even more pain to crush the middle of her forehead. She frowned at him. What do you mean?
His brows arched and then he rubbed a hand over his face. So, youre still determined to play innocent with me. I thought once we got away from Maggie you might decide to come clean.
Gabrielle realized she was in a partial state of shock from the accident, but try as she might she couldnt unravel the strange things this man was saying to her.
Come clean? Im sorry, I dont know what youre talking about. She turned slightly toward him, her expression desperate. Do you know who I am? If you do, why dont you tell me?
Her voice was rising as though she were very near to hysteria. If she was faking this whole thing she was doing a damn good job, Wyatt thought. But hell, most women were good actresses. Lying to a man came as naturally to them as breathing.
Calm down, lady. If youve got a concussion, it wont do you any good to get all excited.
Gabrielles lips parted as she stared at him in stunned fascination. Excited! How would you feel if your head was cracking and you didnt know who you were or where you were? Oh, Im sure a big strong man like you would take it all in stride, she sneered. It would probably be just another day in the life of a Texas sheriff.
His nostrils flared as his eyes left the highway long enough to glance at her. That ache in your head doesnt seem to be affecting your tongue.
She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. I dont like being accused. And you were trying to accuse me of something!
Except for a faint lift of his brows, his features became deceptively passive. If you dont know who you are, how can you be certain you arent guilty?
She opened her mouth to defend herself, but then a slow, sickening realization struck her. She might be a criminal. She might be anything. She just didnt know!
Youre right. I cant be certain of anything, she said wretchedly, then dropped her head in her hands.
Behind the wheel, Wyatt tried not to let the despair on her face soften him. She was a hell of a looker, but she could very well be up to no good. In his work he had to be suspicious of everyone. Personally, as a man, there was no woman he trusted. And he was doubly on his guard because of all the trouble the Fortunes had encountered lately.
You have no idea what you were doing on the road to the Double Crown Ranch?
Gabrielle strained to remember, but all that came to her mind was waking up with the floorboard of the car pressed against her face and the smell of gasoline choking her.
No. The name means nothing to me.
Does the name Fortune register with you?
She looked at him hopelessly. If Ive ever heard of it, I dont know it now. Who are these people? Could I have been going there to do a job?
His lips thinned to a grim line. Thats what Im wondering.
The sarcasm in his voice stung her. Whats that supposed to mean?
Nothing, he said bluntly. Well talk about it later. After youve seen a doctor.
That was fine with her. She was more than a little tired of his innuendos. The pain in her head was making her nauseated, and thinking more than ten minutes into the future was terrifying. She simply wanted to close her eyes and forget the laconic sheriff beside her. She didnt want to be reminded of the fact that she knew nothing about Gabrielle Carter.
A few moments later, his deep voice jerked her out of her jumbled thoughts. I wouldnt go to sleep if I were you.
She opened her eyes, but didnt bother to lift her head from the back of the seat. Why?
If youve got a concussion you shouldnt sleep.
I thought you said you were no doctor.
Im not. Im just a lawman.
Her gaze lingered on his rigid profile. Grayhawk, she repeated. Is that a Native American name?
He didnt answer immediately. Finally he said, My father was Cherokee.
And your mother?
White. Like you.
Even through the haze of her pain, Gabrielle picked up a sharp bitterness in his words. She wondered why, then just as quickly told herself it didnt matter to her if he hated white people, or women, or even her. He was just one man in a big world. Once her memory returned, Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk would be well and truly out of her life.
Two
The remainder of the trip passed in silence. At the hospital Wyatt escorted Gabrielle into the emergency unit and grabbed the attention of the first nurse he came upon.
Can he come with me? Gabrielle asked as the nurse helped her into a wheelchair. She didnt know why she wanted the sheriff to remain at her side. Only minutes ago, she had wished him out of her sight. Yet he was the only familiar face around her, and even if he was unfeeling about her plight, his presence was steadying.
The nurse glanced at Wyatt. Is he your husband? she asked Gabrielle.
No. But
Then it would be better if he didnt. If hes needed, Ill come after him.
He cast Gabrielle a dry glance. Dont worry. Im not going anywhere.
Even though the tone of his words was far from gentle, his promise calmed her somewhat. She nodded jerkily at him, and then the nurse wheeled her away.
Wyatt watched her disappear down the hallway, then through a door on the left. For a brief second he almost followed and told the nurse he was going to stay with Gabrielle whether she liked it or not.
Hell, Wyatt, what are you thinking? he asked himself. The woman doesnt need you. Yet, just for a moment, when shed looked at him with those big pleading eyes, shed reminded him of a little lost lamb about to go to slaughter.
With another silent curse, he turned and headed to a busy nurses station across the room. He showed them his badge and asked one of the nurses to page Dr. Matthew Fortune.
She quickly complied and he thanked her, then headed to the waiting area. Even though he didnt want to go there. The frightened look on Gabrielles face when the nurse had taken her away was lingering in his mind, and oddly enough he was still fighting the urge to go back to the examining room and make sure she was all right.
Forget it, Grayhawk, he muttered to himself. She wasnt a child. Although she was young, he figured she was at least twenty-one or two. And for all he knew that frightened look could have been an act. Just like the loss of memory.
With a tired sigh, he went over to the coffee machine and filled a cup. The strong burnt smell assured him it had been made hours ago, but he took a sip of it anyway. Hed been going since three oclock this morninghe needed something to fortify him.
Ignoring the vinyl chairs and couch where several people sat flipping through worn magazines, he walked over to a plate-glass window and stared out at the parking area stretching away to the city street. It wasnt often Wyatt personally hauled someone to the hospital. In fact, if it hadnt been for the accident happening on Fortune land, he would have sent a deputy out to handle the investigation.
But the Fortune boys had been his closest friends since childhood. They had stood behind him when others had shunned him for being a half-breed. Without their solid support, he never would have been elected sheriff. And now that trouble had fallen on the family, he was personally checking out every movement on or near the Double Crown Ranch.
In the background, he could hear the nurse on the intercom paging Matthew to come to Emergency. He was still sipping on the bitter coffee when the doctors voice sounded behind him.
Wyatt! What are you doing here? Has something happened to Claudia or Taylor? Have you heard something about Bryan?
Wyatt turned to see the tall, dark-haired doctor hurrying into the waiting room. Wyatt desperately wished he could tell the oldest of the Fortune brothers that hed located his missing son. But the sad truth was that he was no closer to finding the baby now than he had been six months ago.
Matthews baby, Bryan, had been taken from his crib during his christening party at the Double Crown nearly a year ago. A special FBI agent had been sent in to handle the case and hed recovered a baby and the ransom money. But when hed gotten the child home, everyone was shocked to discover the baby wasnt Bryan. Theyd kept the other baby though, since a blood test showed he had the rare Fortune blood, and had named him Taylor.
Wyatt tossed the cup in a nearby trash bin and crossed the small area of the waiting room to greet the other man. Dont get upset, Matthew. This isnt about Claudia or Bryan or Taylor. Or at least I dont think it is. Do you have a few moments?
Matthew gestured toward the double doors leading out to the parking lot. Of course. Lets go outside.
The two men walked out into the heat and took refuge under the shade of a sycamore.
The reason Im here, Matthew, is that I brought a young lady into Emergency a few minutes ago. Shes had a wreck on the Double Crown. Her car burned, and she has no idea who she is. Or so she claims.
Matthews finely chiseled features were suddenly frozen with shock. Oh, my Lord! Was she hurt badly?
I dont think so. There was a small cut on her forehead, and she was complaining of a severe headache.
Didnt she have any identification?
Wyatt shook his head. It must have been in the car. Im going to search it after it cools down, but I doubt theres a chance in hell Ill find anything. Your sister-in-law, Maggie, saw the accident. She was still with the young woman when I got out there to investigate.
Maggie didnt know her?
No. The woman says her name is Gabrielle Carter. I thought it mighty odd she could remember her name but nothing else.
Gabrielle Carter, the young doctor repeated. The name doesnt ring a bell with me. Do you think she might have some connection to my son? Maybe the kidnappers sent her to the ranch for some reason?
Losing baby Bryan had put a strain on the whole family, but Wyatt could see it was beginning to crush Matthew and Claudias marriage. Especially now that the DNA testing to determine paternity of Taylor had shown Matthew was the father. Matthew claimed it could only be the result of a sperm bank donation hed made years ago, but Claudia was distraught and skeptical. Wyatt was checking out the sperm bank lead, though.
I cant rule that possibility out, Matthew. Or she might even have some connection to Taylor. We really wont know until she comes clean with her memory or I can find out who she really is.
Then you think shes lying? Matthew asked.
Wyatt grimaced. I dont know. I just have a gut feeling somethings not quite right. But I could be wrong. Youre the doctoris it possible the accident caused her to lose her memory?
Matthew thoughtfully rubbed his chin. Its possible, though amnesia is certainly not something that happens routinely. You say she has a head injury?
Her forehead was cut at the hairline and she was complaining of a headache. Could you examine her, Matthew? Id like to have your opinion before I do anything. And who knowsyou might recognize the woman.
The young doctor glanced at his watch. Im not due for rounds for another thirty minutes. Lets go in, and well see what we can find out.
The two men left the shade and as they approached the entrance of the building, Wyatt placed his hand on Matthews shoulder. Matthew, when you first see this woman, dont let on that youre a Fortune. I want to see if theres any sign of recognition on her face.
Matthew frowned. You sure are a suspicious cuss.
I have to be. Wyatt grimaced. And you should be, too, after all thats been happening to your family.
The doctor sighed. Yes, I know. I just hate all this mistrust. Every time a stranger comes to the ranch, I look at them and wonder if they know where my son is, or if they know something about baby Taylor. Im even starting to look for clues with my patients here at the hospital! And Claudiayou know what all these unanswered questions are doing to her.
Wyatt squeezed the other mans shoulder. Believe me, Matthew, I understand how hard all of this has been on you. But you cant give up hope now. This woman might just be the lead weve been looking for.
Back in Emergency, the two men discovered Gabrielle had been admitted to the hospital and taken up to the fifth floor. They headed up together.
Much to Wyatts surprise, when they walked through the door of her room, she gave absolutely no outward sign of recognizing Matthew. Rather, she planted an accusing look on Wyatt as though he were the direct cause of her being restricted to a hospital bed.
I take it you havent done enough to me? she asked Wyatt. Youve come up here to take my fingerprints or something?
Wyatt went to the head of her bed and stared down at her. The cut on her forehead had been covered by a bandage, but he could see the whole spot had begun to swell and redden. Someone had undressed her and put her into a flimsy hospital gown. He tried not to notice the shape of her bare breast beneath the thin cotton. But it was next to impossible to keep his gaze from dipping to the full roundness pushing against the fabric.
Or something, he said, while fighting the odd urge to reach down and brush the tangled hair away from her cheek. Hed been around a lot of pretty women in his thirty-one yearsTexas was full of them. But there was something different about this one. Something that, God help him, made him want to protect her.
I told you I wouldnt leave. What did the doctor say? he asked.
Sighing, her gaze dropped to the sheet spread across her legs. He said I had a concussion and that Ill have to stay in here for observation. At least until tomorrow.
Have you remembered anything?
No. But he thinks everything will start coming back to me soon.
She glanced to the foot of the bed where Matthew was busily scanning her chart. Who are you? she asked him.
He glanced at Wyatt, then to Gabrielle. Imone of the staff doctors here at the hospital.
Are you going to be my doctor?
He smiled gently at her. That depends.
She motioned to the chart in his hand. What does that say?
It says youve had a trauma to your head. But youre going to be all right.
She looked up at Wyatt and flashed him a crooked smile. Sorry to disappoint you, Sheriff, but the doc here says Im going to live.
She was obviously trying to be flip and indifferent, but Wyatt didnt miss the quiver at the corner of her lips. She was as frightened as hell. But whether it was from her loss of memory or because she was up to something, he had no way of knowing.
He pulled his gaze from hers and glanced at Matthew. Have you seen enough?
Yes. Ive got to start my rounds. He came to stand by Wyatt and looked down at Gabrielle. Has your vision cleared any, Miss Carter?
Her eyes squinted as she tried to focus on the doctors face. At times its clear, and then it gets fuzzy again. Right now you look a little blurred.
Thats understandable. He slipped a penlight out of his lab coat and shined it in each of her eyes. I imagine youve got quite a headache.
They gave me something down in Emergency. Its beginning to ease a little.
Thats good.
She swallowed nervously as her gaze vacillated from one man to the other. Doctor, what if I dont remember tomorrow? Is there something you can give me or do to me to make me remember?
Matthew patted her shoulder. Dont worry about your memory, Miss Carter. Just rest and let your body try to heal itself. Right now thats the best thing you can do.
She nodded, and Matthew made a motion to Wyatt that they should leave the room.
Ill be back later, Gabrielle, Wyatt promised. After Ive searched your car.
He saw her study his face, then deliberately turn her head toward a window to her right. The light coming through the slatted blinds spread a soft glow behind her, and the sight of her tender profile hit a spot smack in the middle of Wyatts chest.
Its a cinch youll know where to find me, she said quietly.
He cleared his throat while mentally shaking himself. Just make sure you dont try to sneak off from this place. Ill find you wherever you go.
Outside in the hallway, Wyatt deliberately put several feet between them and Gabrielles door before he questioned his friend. Well, what do you think, Matthew?
I think you were rather hard on her.
Wyatts eyes widened with surprise. Hell! I already know Im not a pleasant man. What I need to hear from you is whether Gabrielle Carter is faking her memory loss.
I dont think so.
Wyatt let out a long breath. Hed never wanted to believe anything so much in his life. But several reasons held him back. The biggest one being Gabrielle was a woman. And a white one at that. You think. You cant say for certain?
No. Like I said before, amnesia isnt something doctors encounter routinely. And even when its genuine, its tricky to deal with.
Have you ever seen this woman before?
Matthew shook his head. Never. Im sure of it. But Wyatt, I really think youre barking up a wrong tree here. Miss Carter hardly seems the sinister type. I cant imagine her being connected to Bryans kidnapping, or even to Taylors winding up on the ranch.
You couldnt imagine your own child being stolen from its crib either! Wyatt bluntly reminded him. Then, muttering a curse under his breath, he shook his head. Im sorry, Matthew. I know Im scratching at a wound that hasnt healed, and I dont want to hurt you any more than you already have been. But we cant afford to trust this woman. At least, not until I find out more about her. It might turn out shes the mystery mother of baby Taylor.
Matthew quickly shook his head. Her chart reads shes a virgin. Apparently she told the admitting doctor she had some abdominal pain. Since she couldnt remember her medical history, she agreed to a full physicalincluding a gynjust to make sure there were no internal problems. So its clear the woman hasnt even had sex with a man, Wyatt. Much less given birth to a child.
For some reason Matthews words spread a dull flush over Wyatts dark face. The idea of Gabrielle Carter being pristine and untouched had never occurred to him.
That doesnt make her innocent in other ways.
The young doctor sighed as he pinned Wyatt with a regretful look. Youll never trust women, will you?
Not in this lifetime.
Matthew threw up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
All right, Wyatt, so what if you find out Miss Carter was up to no good when she headed out to the ranch? What are you going to doarrest her on suspicion?
Gabrielles pale, haunted face crept into Wyatts mind, but he pushed it out. If he wasnt careful, that lost, vulnerable look in her pretty eyes would lead him right down a path to ruination.
I dont know, Wyatt answered. Ill have to see what tomorrow brings.
Gabrielle could leave the hospital. The doctor had given her the release a few minutes ago. But what was she supposed to do? The only things she possessed were her jeans, top and a pair of clunky sandals. She had no money or car. No home to call for help. At least, if she did, she couldnt remember who her family was, or where they were.
At the moment Gabrielle could only think of two options. Walk until she found a shelter. Or throw herself on the mercy of the Department of Human Services. Neither choice held any appeal. But she had to have some sort of shelter until her memory returned, or until she could find a job and care for herself.
There was a telephone beside the head of the bed. She supposed she could use it for local calls. But there was no directory that she could find. And besides, she had no one to call.
You could call Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk.
She cringed at the sound of the little voice inside her head. The man had promised hed be back, but it was nearly noon and she hadnt seen him yet. It was pretty obvious hed decided she wasnt worth bothering about. Besides, shed rather ask a stranger on the street for help than ask that man.
Gabrielle! Greatyoure up and all ready to go!
At the young womans voice, Gabrielle swung around from her spot at the window. Maggie Fortune stepped into the room.
Relief flooded through Gabrielle. Im so glad you came! The doctor has released me and I need a ride to some sort of shelter. Would you mind dropping me off?
The dark-haired young woman walked over to Gabrielle. I would mind very much. I wouldnt think of allowing you to go to a shelter.
Gabrielles brow puckered with confusion as she looked at the other woman. Maggie Fortune was casually dressed in white slacks and a red blouse, but Gabrielle could see her clothes were expensive, as was her wedding ring and the rest of her jewelry. She was obviously well-to-do. Surely she wasnt going to suggest that Gabrielle go with her!
I have to do something, Ms. Fortune, until I get my memory back. And so far its no better than it was yesterday.
Call me Maggie. Does your head feel any better?
Gabrielle nodded. It still aches, but the throbbing isnt fierce like it was yesterday. The doctor read my brain scan this morning, and he says there is no serious injury.
But what about your memory? Cant he do something about that?
Gabrielle grimaced. He believes it will gradually come back to me on its own after my brain gets over the shock of the accident. Thats why, for now, Ive got to find a place to stay.
Of course you do. Thats why youre coming out to the Double Crown Ranch with me. Gabrielle opened her mouth to protest but Maggie was waving her hand before she could utter one word. Dont argue, Gabrielle. Ive already talked it over with my husband and father-in-law. They and the rest of the family want you to come. We all feel guilty about putting you in this awful situation.
Feeling suddenly weak, Gabrielle walked over to the bed and sank down on its edge. Idont know what to say. From what you said, the whole thing was an accident. I certainly dont hold you or your family accountable.
Maggie smiled gently at her. I told them all that you would feel this way. And I also assured them I wouldnt come home without you.
ButIm sure Ill be able to stay a few days at a shelter. And by then Ill probably remember everything and be able to go home. If not, I can surely find a job somewhere.
Maggie shook her head. You cant work in your condition. You need time to recuperate. She walked over to Gabrielle and gently squeezed her shoulder. I promisemy family is nice. And the ranch house is so big you wont possibly be in the way. Now get your things and lets go.
Gabrielle suddenly chuckled and held up her empty palms. I dont have any things. Whatever I had with me must have burned in the car.
Oh, my goodness! I wasnt thinking. You poor thing, you dont even have a toothbrush. Well, never mind, well go shopping for whatever you need.
Oh no! I Gabrielles words halted as a knock sounded on the door.
Both women turned to see Sheriff Grayhawk entering the hospital room. Today he was dressed more like a lawman. A revolver in a hand-tooled, leather holster was strapped low on his waist. His shirt was khaki with a sheriffs department emblem on the sleeve. On the pocket over his heart was a shiny round badge with a star in the center.
Gabrielle had thought he looked tough yesterday. Today, he was formidable.
Hello, Wyatt, Maggie greeted him.
Not bothering to remove his black Stetson, he nodded at the woman, then planted a direct stare on Gabrielle. I see youre dressed. Are you leaving the hospital?
Her heart pounding madly, she nodded at him.
Maggie spoke up, Gabrielle has been released by the doctor, so Im taking her out to the ranch.
Is that what you want to do? he asked Gabrielle.
She opened her mouth to speak, but once again Maggie beat her to it. She wanted me to take her to a shelter. But I wouldnt hear of it.
The sheriffs eyes narrowed on Gabrielles newfound friend. Does the rest of your family know of your intentions to take Gabrielle out to the Double Crown?
He made it sound as though she were a leper who should be banished to a dark cave somewhere, Gabrielle thought.
Maggie frowned at him. We discussed it last night. Ryan and Dallas insist on it. They think its the least we can do to help Gabrielle. And so do I.
I see, he said.
Did he? Gabrielle wondered, then choked back a sigh as he glanced at her, then back to Maggie.
I want to talk with you alone for minute, he told Maggie.
She excused herself, and Wyatt ushered her out of the room.
Gabrielle remained on the bed, staring at the door hed carefully closed behind him. She had no idea what, if anything, hed discovered in her car. But two things were becoming very clear to her: he still mistrusted her, and he did not want her going to the Double Crown Ranch.
But why? she asked herself. What was going on out there that could possibly involve her?
Neither Wyatt nor Maggie appeared too happy when they returned to the room, and Gabrielle felt even worse than she had before the Fortune woman had shown up to help her.
Look, Maggie, I dont want to cause any problems for you. Im sure Sheriff Grayhawk agrees that I should stay at a shelter and
Dont worry about Wyatt, she said to Gabrielle. He understands the situation. In fact, hes going to drive you out to the ranch himself while I go do some shopping. So Ill see you in a little while.
Maggie quickly left the room, and Gabrielles eyes flew to the sheriffs face. His dark, chiseled features were stoic, giving her no clue as to what was going on behind his intense eyes.
Are you ready? he asked.
She slipped from the bed, but was instantly swamped with dizziness. Her hand instinctively shot out for something to steady her and landed smack in the middle of Wyatts chest. She jerked back as if shed touched fire.
Wyatt instantly grabbed her by the shoulder. Whats wrong? Are you going to faint? he asked roughly.
She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for the spinning in her head to stop. It would be bad enough to faint. But to helplessly wilt in front of this man would be totally humiliating. No. Im a little dizzy. Just give me a moment.
This is a hell of a way to be leaving the hospital, he muttered. You cant even walk down the hallway. Who is the idiot doctor that signed your release papers? Im going to go find him
Im all right! Her eyes flew open and she straightened away from him with a weak jerk. Theres no need for you to get so angry.
Her words brought him up short. He wasnt angry, but he supposed he probably appeared that way to her. Well, that was okay with him. It wouldnt do to let her think he was actually concerned about her. She needed to know he was a hard man, who wouldnt blink an eye about cuffing her hands behind her backif she turned out to be a criminal.
Three
Stay here. Ill get a wheelchair, he ordered.
Moments later Wyatt was back, and Gabrielle had no choice but to allow him to push her to the elevator, then out to the sidewalk to his waiting truck.
As they traveled away from the hospital, Gabrielle focused her attention on the passing buildings and streets, hoping something might spark her memory. But after several blocks whizzed by, her spirits sank to her feet. Nothing about the city looked familiar.
As though he were reading her thoughts, he asked, Recognize anything?
No. But I have a feeling I dont recognize this place because Im not from around here.
His expression remained unmoved as he negotiated the pickup truck through heavy traffic. I could have told you that yesterday.
She thrust a heavy wave of hair back from her face before fixing him with a stare. How?
You hardly sound Texan. Californian, Id wager. You have that West Coast look about you, too. Tanned skin, sun-streaked hair.
Im sure there are tanned women with streaked hair around here, she pointed out.
Yeah. But youre different. And I think you know it.
She was different because she had amnesia! she wanted to yell at him. Instead, she asked, What did you find in my car?
The pickup was a four-wheel-drive vehicle with a shift stick in the floor. She watched the corded muscle in his arm work as he shoved the stick into a lower gear. She instinctively knew he was a strong man. She could still feel the grip of his fingers on her shoulder when hed steadied her in the hospital room.
Its in that sack beside you. That was all I could find. Id say the only reason it didnt burn was because it was sheltered by the metal glove compartment. Also I managed to find the VIN number on your car, he said. Its being run through a computer.
What will that tell you?
Where the vehicle came from. Who owned it.
A pent-up breath whooshed out of her. Then you might find out who I am.
His lips twisted as he glanced at her. You said youre Gabrielle Carter. Is that not true?
He saw her fingers grip the paper, saw her gaze at the clump on her lap as though it was the only thing she possessed in her life. And maybe it was, he thought. The notion bothered Wyatt. Way too much.
I am Gabrielle Carter, she said resolutely. But who is she?
He motioned toward the sack. Maybe that will give you your answer.
Slowly, she unrolled the top of the brown paper bag and peeked inside. A book?
More than just a book.
Gabrielle carefully lifted the article out of the sack. The leather cover was charred around the edges and streaked with smoke, but the words on the front were still visible: Holy Bible. What had she been doing traveling with a Bible? she wondered. Was she a religious zealot? She didnt feel like one. Then again, she was obviously spiritual. Several times in the past two days she had found herself silently praying. Perhaps the book was a family heirloom that she hadnt wanted to part with.
Trying to ignore Wyatts watchful eye, she quickly opened to the front pages of the book where a family tree would normally be registered. Her heart sank when she saw the entry lines were empty.
She rubbed her fingers back and forth across her forehead. What do you think I was doing with a Bible?
Who knows? Maybe you came here to do missionary work. His gaze cut a skeptical path from her neck all the way down to her feet. But in that getup, I very much doubt it.
Her face flaming from his blatant inspection, she looked down at herself. Even though her black ribbed top had a scooped neck and no sleeves, there was nothing indecent about it. Nor about her jeans. The sandals were a little funky and the heels a bit high, but from what shed briefly seen on a few women in the hospital lobby, they were in style.
You have a certain image of a missionary woman?
The faint smile on his face was more smirk than anything. Gabrielle wished she had the strength and the nerve to reach across the seat and slap his jawlawman or not.
Yeah. And it sure doesnt fit you.
She breathed deeply and tried to stem her rising temper.
Why dont you want me to go to the Double Crown Ranch?
Are my feelings that obvious to you?
Very.
They were finally leaving the city behind. Wyatt reached to shove the gearshift into overdrive, and, once again, Gabrielle watched the rhythmic movements of his body. For the first time she noticed there were no rings on his fingers. A watch with a silver band encrusted with squares of green malachite circled his left wrist, but other than the distinctly Native American piece, he wore no jewelry. She was not surprised at the absence of a wedding band. There was nothing about the man that said he belonged to a woman. Or ever would.
The Fortunes are my good friends, he told her. I dont want them to be taken advantage of.
His words stung her hard. Why, she didnt know. What this arrogant sheriff thought of her shouldnt matter one iota. But it did. Do I look like an ax murderer or something?
Or something.
She wanted to scream at his short, noncommittal answers. What does that mean?
The Fortunes have had their share of troubles lately. I dont want your presence adding to them.
Still gripping the Bible, she squared around in the seat to look at him. What sort of troubles?
Ill let them tell you.
She sighed and turned her gaze back to the passing landscape. They were in the countryside now. The land was gentle and rolling with thick green pastures shaded by large hardwood trees. Cattle and horses could be seen on either side of the highway. Cowboy country. Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk certainly looked like one.
Youre not a man of many words, are you?
He glanced at her, and Gabrielle was instantly bowled over by the grin on his face. His teeth were a startling white against his dark skin, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with faint amusement. She couldnt imagine how potent he would look if he were to really smile.
Sometimes it takes more than words to get your point across, he said.
Well, hed certainly been getting his point across to her loud and clear. In his opinion she belonged in a police lineup rather than as a guest at the Double Crown Ranch.
Sighing, she put the Bible back in the paper sack. So this is it? This is the sum of what I have in the world.
It was a miracle the Bible survived the heat. Count yourself lucky you were conscious enough to have gotten out when you did.
Shed been so busy concentrating on her memory that she hadnt thought much about the accident. Wyatts suggestion reminded her just how blessed shed been to survive the fiery crash.
I do. And I will remembereverything. Eventually. The doctor said I would. And when I do Im going to take great pleasure in telling you so.
His brows lifted skeptically. Telling me what, Miss Carter?
She drew in a deep breath, then heaved it out. That IIm not a criminal!
He shrugged. I never said you were.
The drawled words had her teeth grinding together. You didnt have to. I could read it all over your face.
Beneath the brim of his hat, she could see his dark brows arch ever so slightly.
Id be careful if I were you, Miss Carter. You might just read me wrong.
Her gaze was drawn downward to the chiseled lines of his lips and she wondered how many women had looked at this man and wanted him. Plenty, no doubt. His long lean body and hard-edged features oozed with sensuality. But Gabrielle knew a sexual romp was all any woman would get from this man.
What does that mean?
He flipped on the turn signal, then glanced at her with narrowed eyes. It means youd better not try to second-guess me.
Youre infuriating!
His smile was menacing. Ive been called much worse things. And most of them by women. Your words cant hurt me, Miss Carter.
She suddenly felt sick and cold inside, and it had nothing to do with the ache in her head or the freezing air blowing from the vents on the dashboard. It wasnt right for any human to be as hard as Wyatt Grayhawk. Surely beneath the badge pinned to his breast was a beating heart. There had to be something or someone in this world he cared about. But so far she could see no sign of compassion in the man.
No. Im sure they dont, she murmured as she deliberately turned her gaze away from him and fixed it on the narrow country lane they were now traveling. A person has to feel to be able to hurt. And I can see youre not capable of either.
She felt, more than saw, him look at her. But he said nothing. After a moment she felt something inside her wilt like a thirsty flower. Whatever happened in the future, she knew she would never forget this man. His dark stern looks, the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand had all burned themselves into her wounded memory.
Less than five minutes later Wyatt parked the truck outside a large house surrounded by a wall built of sandstone. Except for a few shade trees, the structure sat on flat, open land. In the distance, she could see a large barn of weathered wood and another long building that appeared to be horse stables. Nearby were several working pens and numerous outbuildings.
Since she had no memory, she had no way of knowing if shed ever been on a ranch before. But in any case, she could see this place was a grand-scale operation.
Is this the Double Crown Ranch? she asked, as Wyatt helped her down from the cab of the pickup.
A southwest wind was blowing, wet and hot. It tugged at her hair and fluttered the leaves of a nearby cottonwood. She pushed the pestering strands from her face, then glanced at him as she waited for an answer. As usual, she found his hazel eyes watching her, weighing her reactions.
Yes. This is the Double Crown Ranch. Its the Fortune family homestead.
From what she could see of the house, it was a huge structure with sand-colored adobe walls. Several stone chimneys jutted above the flat tiled roof. In this heat she couldnt imagine needing fireplaces, but maybe Texas didnt always feel like a sauna.
They passed through a wrought-iron gate fastened beneath an arched entryway connecting the sandstone walls. As they walked along a curving stone walkway, she was immediately struck by the lush plants growing all around them. Roses as big as saucers hung from thick green bushes, while clematis and honeysuckle vines draped the heavy beams that thrust from the eaves of the roof.
Gabrielle hadnt thought she was nervous about coming to this ranch, but as she and Wyatt crossed a covered entryway and approached a large, antique wooden door, she realized her mouth was dry and her pulse was racing.
Nothing about this beautiful place seemed familiar, but for some odd reason, she felt a connection to it. As though she were supposed to be here, but didnt know why.
Maybe someone here will recognize me. She spoke the thought out loud.
Wyatt punched the doorbell. I wouldnt hold my breath.
You dont say very much, and when you do its always pessimistic. Are you always this way? Or am I the only one who sees this side of you? she asked.
Im not pessimistic, Miss Carter. Im realistic.
Her lips pressed together. You know, I dont think it would hurt anything if you called me Gabrielle. Miss Carter makes me sound like a dowager.
I only call my friends by their first name. And I dont know you at all.
Gabrielle felt as if hed actually struck her across her face. She was alone and lost. Any sort of warmth from him would have been welcome, but it was very obvious he didnt care about her feelings. To him, she was nothing but an unfinished job.
She quickly looked away from him and tried to swallow the hurt. The pain was oddly familiar, as though she were used to rejection. By her family? she wondered. Or a sweetheart? Or maybe, God forbid, she didnt have anybody. No parents or siblings. No boyfriend or lover.
No. I dont guess you could know me. I dont even know myself, she said quietly.
He was being a bastard. Even he knew it. But something about this young woman was different. She made him itch in all the wrong places, and he couldnt afford to let himself get friendly with her.
Still, the crushed look on her face left him feeling like hed been kicked in the gut. He didnt want to hurt her. He just didnt want her getting close.
Look, Miss Carter, I
The massive door suddenly swung open and a short middle-aged Mexican woman peered across the threshold at the two of them.
Good afternoon, Wyatt. I see youve brought our new guest.
Hello, Rosita. This is Gabrielle Carter. Shes just been released from the hospital. Maggie assured me youd be expecting her.
Except for one white streak at her temple, the plump woman had very dark hair that was pulled to the back of her head in a heavy bun. She had what looked to be a maids uniform on; so Gabrielle assumed she must be a housekeeper of some kind. She stepped up to Gabrielle and studied her with keen but kind eyes. Yes. Were expecting Ms. Carter, she said to Wyatt, while continuing to regard her new houseguest. To Gabrielle she said, Im Rosita Perez. My daughter Maggie tells me youve lost any possessions you may have had, that everything was burned in the car. Im very sorry to hear it.
Gabrielle nodded down at the paper sack she was clutching in one hand. All Sheriff Grayhawk found was my Bible. I think Im just lucky to be alive.
I think you are lucky, too, she said, then glanced at Wyatt. Ill show Gabrielle to her room. Did you want to see Ryan?
Wyatt shook his head. No. I wont bother him now. Ive got to get back to the office. He glanced at Gabrielle, who looked even more pale and worn since hed picked her up at the hospital. Ill be back later. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Gabrielle nodded that she understood, and extended her hand to him. Thank you, Sheriff Grayhawk, for bringing me out here.
He hesitated only for a second, then reached to clasp her hand in his. Her fingers were small and soft and cool against his warm palm, and for one wild second, he wanted to draw her to him, nestle her cheek against his chest and assure her everything was going to be all right.
But that was the last thing he could allow himself to do. Gabrielle Carter might not be entirely innocent. And even if she was, he couldnt let himself care. Hed been hurt too many times to chance another slap in the face by a woman.
Youre welcome, Miss Carter, he murmured, then glanced at Rosita. If you need me, call me. Otherwise, Ill let you know what the VIN number turns up.
Wyatt turned and left through the door they had just entered. The housekeeper said to Gabrielle, Come along and Ill show you where youll be staying. Then you might want lunch.
Thank you, Gabrielle told her, then followed her ample figure out of the entryway and into a large great room.
Without a memory, she had no way of knowing what sort of house or apartment shed been living in before the car accident. But something told her it hadnt been anything like the Double Crown ranch house. One whole wall was dominated by an open rock hearth. The ceiling was high and supported by rough oak beams. The walls were stucco and decorated with numerous paintings and prints, most of which depicted scenes of the Old West. The floor was polished tile, and covered here and there with woven rugs in Mexican and Native American patterns.
Across the room, directly in front of them, a pair of curved, wooden-framed glass doors opened out to a courtyard. Like the front entrance to the house, it was beautifully landscaped with blooming sage, tall clumps of ornamental grass and climbing rosebushes.
My daughter told us you have amnesia. She feels very guilty about the accident. She wishes she had never gone riding yesterday. I warned her not to go. The night before I had dreamed of a striking serpent. The older woman shrugged and lifted her palms in helpless acquiescence. I am her mother, but she paid me no more heed than anyone else around here.
Gabrielle wondered if the older woman considered herself some sort of psychic. Frankly, she didnt think she believed in such things. But if the housekeeper had truly dreamed of a striking snake, it would be an awfully eerie coincidence.
Gabrielle followed the woman into a large kitchen. Something spicy and delicious smelling was simmering on a large gas range. Gabrielles stomach gnawed hungrilythe dry oatmeal and cold toast at the hospital had been too horrible to eat, and last nights fare hadnt been much better.
Maggie is my youngest. Shes married to Dallas Fortune, Rosita said, clearly in an effort to strike up a safe conversation.
Is this their house?
The housekeeper chuckled as she motioned for Gabrielle to follow her down a hall off to the left of the kitchen.
No. Dallas and Maggie live in another house on the ranch. Its a whole lot like this one, just not as big. This is Ryan Fortunes home. Hes the father of Matthew, Zane, Dallas, Vanessa and Victoria. But I dont expect you know any of them. She made a tsking sound of regret. Pobrecita, you dont even know yourself.
Maybe if I have a chance to see some of these people, I might remember something, Gabrielle said hopefully. I had to be headed to this ranch for some reason. Sheriff Grayhawk thinks I was up to no good. But I dont believe that. I dont feel like a bad person insideand I think I would if I were really bad. Does that make sense, Mrs. Perez?
The woman opened another heavy wooden door carved deeply with Spanish designs, and gestured for Gabrielle to cross the threshold before her. The room was massive with more stucco walls and heavy beams supporting the ceilings. On one end was a bed, dresser and chest all made of yellow pine. At the opposite end was a sitting area furnished with a large couch and stuffed armchair covered in tan leather. Like the great room and kitchen, the floor was also tiled; the scattered woven rugs filled the room with deep, rich colors.
With a wag of her finger, the housekeeper said, No. No. Im not Mrs. Perez. Im Rosita. And Ill call you Gabrielle, okay?
At least Rosita wasnt going to be like Sheriff Grayhawk, Gabrielle thought, but then no one could be like that man.
She smiled warmly at the woman. Yes. Id like that.
Good. And I wouldnt worry about Wyatt Grayhawk. He thinks all women are up to no good.
Why is that?
Rosita shrugged and tapped her finger against her chin in contemplation. Hes a half-breed. His Indian blood is always at war with the white part of him. Hes never happy. But hes a good man.
Deciding shed talked long enough, Rosita quickly headed out of the room. Look around and make yourself comfortable, she called over her shoulder. Ill come after you in a few minutes when lunch is ready.
After the housekeeper had closed the door behind her, Gabrielle wandered over to the king-size bed and trailed her finger over the coarse spread woven in a southwestern-style pattern. The rich turquoise, burgundy and copper colors were just the right contrast to the varnished pine and light-colored walls.
On the long dresser, there was a matching comb, hair-brush, and hand mirror, but nothing else. As Gabrielle glanced around her, she noticed there were no family photos anywhere in the room, so she assumed it was probably used only by guests on the ranch.
The sitting area was equipped with a small television, stereo and bookcase filled with several hardback and paperback selections. But at the moment she had no need for entertainment. Her thoughts were whirling with all that shed seen and heard since shed arrived, and her headache had increased to a steady pounding behind her eyes.
She found the bathroom, which to her surprise was fitted with a huge old claw-foot tub. At the end, a wooden bench was loaded with stoppered bottles filled with oils and salts and bath gels. The idea of filling the tub with warm water and bubbles and soaking for a long while was a tempting one, but Rosita had already warned her that lunch was nearly ready. Gabrielle would have to postpone the bath for now.
Back in the sitting area, she walked to the long windows overlooking the courtyard and discovered one of them was a door. She didnt open it, but stood gazing out at the beauty of the gardens surrounding the massive house.
Knock, knock! May I come in?
Gabrielle turned at the familiar sound of Maggies voice to see the womans smiling face poking around the edge of the door.
Of course! I was just waiting for your mother to call me for lunch.
Maggie stepped into the room carrying two giant sacks with twine handles. The logo of a prominent department store was embossed on the glossy paper.
She said we could take five minutes and then to come. So hurry and look at what you can, Maggie told her.
Look at what? What is all this? Gabrielle asked.
Maggie lugged the two sacks over to the bed. When she dumped the contents, wrapped packages spilled over the mattress.
Its most everything youll need for a few days. Well go back and get the rest whenever youre feeling stronger.
Gabrielles hand lifted to her throat as she stared in stunned fascination at the pile of packages. This is all for me? An extra pair of jeans and a top would have been plenty!
Maggies smile was gentle. We dont know how long it will take for your memory to return. Youll need several changes. And a woman has to have makeup and toiletries and lingerie.
Gabrielle was still too overcome to move, so Maggie took the initiative and opened one of the boxes. Look at this! I thought it was darling. See if it will fit, and you can wear it for lunch. She thrust a pale blue flowered dress at Gabrielle.
Oh, do you dress up for meals here? she asked, then glanced down at her jeans and top. Wyatts implication that she more or less looked cheap was still a fresh wound. I guess I do look pretty awful.
You dont look anything of the sort. I just thought the dress would lift your spirits. Anyway, we hardly ever dress up for meals around hereeverything is casual. Everyone is always so busy that no one knows who is going to show up. Unless theres some sort of special occasion going on. But parties have been pretty few and far between here lately. Wyatt doesnt think theyre a good idea.
There was a dressing screen in a corner between a chest of drawers and the bed. Gabrielle went behind it and quickly began to shed her clothes. Wyatt? You mean the sheriff? she asked Maggie, wondering why he would have any say about this familys social life. It didnt make sense.
Yes.
Gabrielle tried to digest the response as she smoothed the long cotton shift down over her thighs. The dress was sleeveless with a scooped neck and slit up one calf. It fit as though it had been made for her.
I know this will probably sound silly, Gabrielle spoke up from behind the dressing screen, but I dont understand why the sheriff would care if you had parties.
Maggie remained silent for a few moments, then she said, Well, it just wouldnt be safe. It would be inviting more trouble.
Gabrielle stepped out from behind the screen, and Maggie smiled with approval at the dress.
You were saying something about more trouble, Gabrielle went on. Are you talking about my car accident?
The other woman quickly waved her hand. Oh, no, Gabrielle. My nephew Bryan was kidnapped from this house nearly a year ago. So far the law officials havent been able to find him. And Wyatt is afraid the person or persons responsible for the act might try to strike again.
Gabrielle was frozen by the womans disclosure. Wyatt had told her the Fortune family had been having some trouble, but she hadnt expected it to be this serious or sinister! And he suspected her of being involved in some way! Dear God, the idea of stealing a baby from its own home was repulsive to her. She couldnt have been involved, could she?
Gabrielle, are you all right? Youve gone so white. Maggie rushed across the small space separating the two women and firmly gripped Gabrielles elbow. Are you going to faint?
Gabrielle shook her head and passed a hand over her face. IIm fine. What you just saidits terrifying. No wonder Wyatt didnt want me coming out here. For all he knows I might have been involved. I dont even know myself, she said desperately.
Maggie patted Gabrielles arm in an effort to soothe her. Im willing to bet you have nothing to do with baby Bryans disappearance. Or with baby Taylors arrival.
Gabrielles face puckered with a bewildered frown. Baby Taylor? You mean theres something else going on about another baby?
Maggie nodded. The kidnappers demanded fifty-million dollars in ransom for the babys safe return. But my brother-in-law Devin, whos an FBI agent foiled their attempt. The kidnappers escaped, but he did manage to get the money and the baby back. Or so everyone thought, until he got the baby home. We were all shocked when we saw the child wasnt Bryan. None of us had ever seen this baby boy before. But stranger still, hes turned out to be a Fortune.
Gabrielles eyes widened. But how could that beif no one knew the child? Did one of the Fortune men have an affair that produced a baby no one was aware of?
Maggie grimaced. Thats what Bryans mother, my sister-in-law Claudia, is starting to think. Even though her husband, Matthew, swears hes never been unfaithful. But the DNA tests prove hes the childs father.
So one baby is still missing and the other one is not yet identified? I can see now how my sudden appearance might cause suspicion. She groaned with regret. I just wish I could remember somethinganything that might tell me why I was driving toward this ranch.
Dont worry, Gabrielle. Wyatt is a good sheriff. Hell sift through every possible clue to find your background.
Gabrielle could certainly believe that. She got the impression hed leave no stone unturned to put her behind bars, or, at the very least, out of the state of Texas.
What had she gotten herself into? Try as she might, she couldnt see how she was going to get herself out of Texasand away from Sheriff Wyatt Grayhawk.
Four
After being summoned to lunch, Gabrielle and Maggie walked down a hallway and entered a large kitchen. Gabrielle instantly noticed the flavor of the room was distinctly Tex-Mex. Bundles of dried, red chili peppers hung from the ceiling, which was lower in this room. The dishes and containers sitting on the cabinets and work island were made of heavy pottery painted in earth tones of brown, copper, sand, and the pink of rose rock. Along one wall was a row of windows, and beneath them were several large potted plants that appeared to be some sort of desert succulents.
She glanced at Maggie. Well, I may not have done anything bad, but Wyatt Grayhawk has the impression I have, Gabrielle continued their conversation.
Maggie sighed. Therere a lot of things you dont know about Wyatt Grayhawk.
And I dont want to know, Gabrielle thought, but kept the remark to herself as she and Maggie made their way into a large dining area.
Two men were already seated at a long oak table. Upon seeing the women they both stood, and the younger of the two came around the table to help them into their chairs.
Gabrielle tried to remember where shed seen him before, then it dawned on her. Arent you
Yes. Im the doctor who was with Wyatt yesterday at the hospital. He extended his hand in greeting. Im Matthew Fortune.
Gabrielle didnt know what to think. Yesterday hed never mentioned shed wrecked her car on his familys property or that he was connected in any way to the Fortunes.
Seeing the bewildered frown on her face, he went on. Im sorry I didnt introduce myself yesterday. But Wyatt had his reasons for wanting me not to.
Wyatt. Did these people do everything the man told them to do?
Yes. Im sure he did have his reasons, she murmured. Namely, that hed been deliberately trying to catch her in the act of lying. Suddenly she couldnt wait to see the man again. She was going to take great pleasure in telling himsheriff or notwhat she thought about his underhanded tactics.
Im Ryan Fortune, Miss Carter.
She glanced up to see the older man had come around the table to greet her. He was about fifty or so, Gabrielle guessed, and was tall and solidly built. He was a handsome man, and though he was obviously rich, there was nothing arrogant about him.
Offering her hand, she said, Thank you for having me in your home, sir. Its very beautiful.
Im very sorry about your accident, Gabrielle. My whole family and I are hoping youll be completely well very soon. He smiled at her in a fatherly way, and Gabrielle suddenly didnt feel so bad about being here on the Double Crown.
I hope so, too, sir. And I promise I wont take advantage of your hospitality. As soon as Sheriff Grayhawk finds my identity, Ill be leaving.
Ryan Fortunes smile turned to one of compassion, and Gabrielle got the impression that he was a man who knew what it was like to face overwhelming trouble and endure the pain that went with it.
Dont be worried about making a hasty stay of it here at the ranch, Miss Carter. As you can see, we have plenty of room. And we want you to be truly well and on your feet before you leave.
Thank you, sir.
Youre very welcome, he said with another indulgent smile, then returned to his seat at the head of the table.
Next to her Maggie said to Gabrielle, See, I told you you shouldnt feel bad about staying here. My father-in-law is very kind. And he has a wonderful fiance, Lily. Youll like her very much.
Lily isnt officially my fiance, Ryan said with a proud chuckle. Not until she puts the engagement ring on her finger. But Im hoping thats going to be very soon. The older man glanced at his son. And speaking of lovely brides, wheres Claudia? Isnt she going to eat lunch with us?
The young doctor grimaced. No. Shes eating alone.
Ryan frowned at his son. Its not often you get to be away from the hospital for lunch. Maybe if I go and talk with her
Matthew interrupted with a shake of his head. No. Dont bother. The sight of me upsets her right now. And I can hardly blame her.
But, son, youre
Im sorry, Dad. I dont want to talk about it. Anyway, Rositas here with the food.
As the housekeeper served them all a tossed salad and burritos smothered with green chili sauce, Gabrielles thoughts lingered on the two mens exchange. Maggie had hinted all was not well with Matthews marriage, and she could certainly understand why his wife would be upset. Still, from her first perception of the man, he seemed like the last sort to have an affair. His eyes were too honest and full of hurt.
Not anything like Wyatt Grayhawk, she thought as she stabbed her fork into a spicy burrito. He wouldnt care if he hurt a woman. His eyes were as hard as pieces of steel.
There is a lot about Wyatt Grayhawk you dont know. Maggies words had intrigued her, but she wasnt going to stoop to asking questions about him. The less she knew about the taciturn sheriff, the better off she would be.
Later that afternoon, Wyatt glanced up as one of his deputies pushed the paper across his desk. Heres the data from the car rental agency, Wyatt. It just came over the fax.
Thanks, Gonzolez.
He waited for the deputy to leave his office before he read the printed information. Once hed finished, he leaned back in the leather chair and stared thoughtfully at the opposite wall of the small office.
So hed been right after all. Gabrielle was from California. Without looking at a map, he would guess the address given was somewhere in the Los Angeles area. Shed rented the car six days ago and had informed the rental agency she would return it in two weeks.
That meant she hadnt expected to stay all that long in Texas. But long enough to cause problems, he thought. If that had been her intention. And in his job if was always a mighty big word.
Sighing, he rose from the chair and walked over to the dusty paned window that overlooked the main street of Red Rock. Late evening traffic was bustling up and down, with folks going home from their jobs and attending to last-minute shopping and errands.
The small town had been uncharitable to him in some ways, but good too, Wyatt supposed. Hed been born and raised nearby on a dusty hundred-acre ranch. His Cherokee father had been a cold-hearted cuss whod found it easier to show him the back of his hand than to say more than two words at a time to his son. Wyatt had endured his abuse, mostly because he had no one else to turn to, nowhere else to go. And hed blamed himself for his fathers bitter cruelty.
Marilyn, Wyatts mother, had been a white woman, and from his very early memories he could still recall how soft and beautiful shed been, with long blond hair and blue eyes. Shed had a gentle voice too, and sometimes she sang funny little songs to Wyatt as she cooked in the small kitchen of their shabby home. Shed always been hugging and kissing him, and often shed told him she loved him more than anything on earth. And Wyatt had believed her. His mother had always been the one solid thing he could count on.
Many times Wyatt had heard his parents fighting, but as a small child hed not understood what any of their arguments had been about. Once hed found her crying and her cheek had been red; she had whispered to Wyatt that soon she was going to take him away to a better place.
But then one morning hed woken to find his father standing over his bed. His breath had smelled of whiskey and a snarl twisted his bloated face.
That good-for-nothing mama of yours is gone, boy. And she wont be coming back.
But why didnt she take me with her, Daddy?
Because she didnt want a half-breed kid. She didnt want you! So dont be cryin and whinin for her to come get you. She wont.
For a long time Wyatt had hoped his father was wrong. Every day hed prayed and waited for his mother to return. But she hadnt, and eventually his young mind had been forced to accept that his father was right. Marilyn Grayhawk hadnt wanted a half-breed son. Shed only married Leonard because shed been pregnant, his father had told him. So Wyatt was the reason his beautiful, gentle mother had left. Wyatt was the reason his father was bitter and angry and mean.
With a tired grimace, Wyatt reached up and swiped a hand through his short black hair. He didnt think of his parents much anymore. Once hed reached eighteen hed moved out of his fathers house. Eventually Leonard Grayhawk had gone back to Oklahoma. And as for Wyatts mother, he hadnt seen or heard from her since he was five years old.
What the hell was he doing? He didnt have time to stand around recollecting his sorry childhood. Neither one of his parents had given a damn about him. Neither one of them was worth a second thought.
Wyatt returned to his desk and picked up the faxed information on Gabrielle Carter. There was a phone number listed along with her California address. If he was lucky, someone on the other end would answer.
The telephone rang three times and then he heard Gabrielles cheerful greeting on an answering machine. There was a beep, then the line went blank. Still Wyatt continued to hold the receiver next to his ear as though he expected Gabrielles voice to come back at him at any moment.
When he finally realized what he was doing, he hung up the phone with a bang. She isnt going to talk to you, Grayhawk, he silently scolded himself. Shes out at the Double Crown Ranch. Planning, well, no telling what. Maybe to take baby Taylor when no one is looking. Even if it was impossible for her to be the childs mother, she might be his aunt. Gabrielle could very well have a crazy sister out there somewhere whod requested Matthews sperm and given birth to his son.
The idea was far-fetched, he knew. But so far, he still hadnt traced down all the sperm bank clients whod received Matthews sperm. And until he did, he couldnt rule out any possibility.
He rubbed a hand over his face and dialed Gabrielles number again. This time he listened even more closely to her voice, and as before it made him feel odd in a way he couldnt explain. She sounded so happy and young and carefree. She sounded sweet and gentle. Like a woman who would laugh a lot and smile a lot and care about her fellow human beings.
Slamming the phone down again, he yelled for Gonzolez. The deputy immediately entered the cluttered office and stood beside Wyatts desk.
Is something wrong, Wyatt?
Hell, yes! Everything was wrong, he thought. A woman with big hazel-green eyes and long sun-streaked hair was trying to worm her way under his skin. And he wasnt about to let it happen.
He tapped the paper on his desk with a long, lean finger. I want you to keep dialing this number. At thirty-minute intervals until you reach someone. If anyone does answer, get their name, address, number, the whole worksand pump them for any info they might have on Gabrielle. Also, I want you to call Bob Adair out at the Los Angeles police department and ask him about the area of the address. Rich, poor, whatever. Hell know.
I dont ever remember us dealing with an amnesia victim before. Kinda strange that ones come along now. With all thats been happening out there on the Fortune place.
Wyatt glanced up at the older man. Hed been on the force for many years and had served the sheriffs department well. He hated doing desk work, but Wyatt deliberately kept him busy in the office. It was less than a year until Gonzolez could retire. Wyatt didnt want some idiot out there with a gun or a knife ruining the coming years for him.
Im not so sure she has amnesia, Wyatt told him.
But until I can prove otherwise, theres not much I can do about it. Her name didnt turn up any criminal record. But you and I both know that doesnt mean a damn lot. It could mean shes been lucky so far and not gotten caught by the law.
The older man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Maybe. But you know, it would be a helluva thing not to know your family or friends or even yourself. If she does really have amnesia, shes probably pretty scared right about now. I would be.
Wyatt reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. As he did, the image of Gabrielles trembling lips and the lost look in her eyes flashed through his mind. But just as quickly he shoved the mental picture away. He couldnt get soft now. Or ever.
Rising to his feet, he reached for his Stetson resting on one corner of his desk. After tugging it low on his forehead, he said to Gonzolez, Im going out to the Double Crown. If you get anything on that number, page me immediately.
Ill let you know, the deputy assured him.
Behind the office building, Wyatt walked across a small parking area to his truck. The sun was on the verge of sliding out of sight in the western sky. Still, it was as hot as blue blazes, and without a cloud to be seen there was no chance the drought theyd been enduring for the past weeks would be broken. Much of the pastureland between Red Rock and the Double Crown Ranch would soon burn if rain didnt fall soon, and Wyatt didnt envy the area ranchers.
In the past hed often thought of purchasing a spread for himself where he could raise a few cattle and horses. Since his father had been a small-time rancher, Wyatt had grown up learning about both. But his hopes of having a family to go with the ranch had died a bitter death, making him shove the whole idea aside.
Leonard Grayhawk had taught Wyatt most everything he needed to know to raise a good herd of cattle, to pick a well-bred horse. But Wyatt didnt know one thing about being a husband or a father. And hed been a fool to believe he could ever be either.
None of that mattered now. He had a nice, comfortable home in the suburbs. And that was all Wyatt was ever going to need.
He reached the Double Crown just as darkness was falling around the big ranch house. Mary Ellen Fortune, Ryans widowed sister-in-law, answered the door and ushered him in. For a woman in her fifties, she was still pretty and wholesome with thick red hair that just touched her shoulders. Her blue eyes were bright and her skin was as fine as a porcelain dish.
Its nice to see you this evening, Wyatt, she said as he followed her into the great room. Are you here on business or pleasure?
Mary Ellen was probably close to his mothers age or a little older, and sometimes he wondered if his mother Marilyn would look anything like this woman. Or had Marilyn used herself up? She could even be dead. He didnt know, and he told himself that was the way he wanted to keep it.
Business, he answered. I need to see Gabrielle. She is still here, isnt she?
The older woman smiled. Yes. I met her earlier this afternoon. Shes a lovely young woman. It was such an unfortunate thing for her to have wrecked her car that way. Maggie is still miserable about the whole thing.
You didnt recognize anything about her? Wyatt asked her.
No. Ive been racking my brain, trying to think of anyone I knew by the name of Carter, but I cant come up with a one. She motioned for Wyatt to continue following her through the dining area, then down a long hall to their right. Anyway, I think Gabrielle is in her room. Ill show you where. Would you like something to drink? Ill have Rosita bring coffee in to you.
If she has some already made. But tell her not to go to any trouble.
Mary Ellen laughed softly. Its never any trouble for Rosita to serve the sheriff. Youre just like one of her five kids.
She knocked on a carved wooden door, and from deep inside the room, Wyatt could hear Gabrielles voice responding. Then, moments later, the door swung wide.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of Wyatt, then immediately snapped shut to form a grim line. Oh. Its you, she said none too graciously.
I think Wyatt has some business he wants to see you about, Mary Ellen told her. She glanced at Wyatt So Ill leave you two alone. Rosita will be in soon with coffee.
Wyatt thanked Mary Ellen, then stepped past Gabrielle and into the room. Hed been in the other wings of the house before, but never this particular part. The Fortunes had certainly made things more than comfortable for their mysterious houseguest.
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