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couldn’t respond to that. He saw her love for Diego there in her eyes and a flare of white-hot jealousy hit him square in his guts. He wanted her to look that way whenever she thought of him.

      But for now, he’d have to be content with just protecting her and trying to help her bring these people to justice. And he’d have to watch as she mourned another man and waited for retribution for that man. He prayed she didn’t try to take matters into her own hands. Maybe she at least understood after what had happened today that she was in serious danger.

      Please, Lord, keep her safe. And help me to do my job to the best of my abilities.

      He reached up a hand to push at the hair falling around her temple, then moved his fingers to touch her wound. “Are you in pain?”

      She let out a little laugh. “Right now, yes, more than I can bear. I’m bruised from falling and my head is sore. But it’s not my head or my bruises that hurts. It’s my heart. I think it’s broken. I need to turn to my Bible and my prayers—that will give me strength.”

      She stepped toward Brice and wrapped her arms around his waist, then laid her head against his shoulder. “At least I have my best friend here to help me through this. Even if I am still mad at you.” She squeezed him tight, her hands brushing against his back. “But you’re right. I can’t stay mad at you forever.”

      Brice brought her close, his arms taking in her tiny frame as he drank in the sweet jasmine scent of her fragrance. He wanted to hold her this way forever, to make her forget her broken heart and the man she’d found dead along with all of her other coworkers in the pouring rain down in the jungles of Argentina.

      He wanted to make her forget everything that had ever hurt her. But first, he had to keep her safe.

      And right now, all he could do was offer her his arms for comfort, his shoulder to lean on, his friendship and protection, just to be near her.

      “We’ll figure things out, cara. It’s going to be right as rain for you—soon I hope.”

      She didn’t say anything. Instead she just held him tight and kept her head snuggled close to his shirt. They stood that way for a few precious minutes.

      Until a strange wail followed by a shout and the sound of a crash coming from the garden shed brought them apart and sent them both running.

      Brice shoved Selena behind him. “Don’t lose sight of me,” he said, tugging her along as they hurried toward the back of the property. “Charles?” he called at the open door to the garden shed.

      They heard a grunt. “In here.”

      Brice rushed into the long, narrow, glass-encased building where a single dim light burned. “Charles, where are you?”

      “Down here, on the floor.”

      Brushing past bedding plants and exotic house plants, Brice ran toward the big table shoved in a corner. When he and Selena reached Charles, the older man was lying on the floor, surrounded by broken pots and a pool of dirty water.

      “What happened?” Brice asked, glancing around the big shed. It was hard to see in the waning light.

      “Something spooked me,” Charles said, trying to sit up. “A noise. I think it might have been a big bird—maybe an owl or something. It was just such a strange noise—almost like a wail or a growl.”

      “Aye, we heard it.” Brice’s eyes locked with Selena’s while she automatically began checking Charles’s vital signs and examining him for broken bones. After Selena made sure Charles was breathing properly, Brice asked him, “Did you see anything—anyone?”

      “No, nothing,” the white-haired man answered while Selena helped him to sit up. “I was turning off lights and closing up shop. I came back here to put up the watering jug and I just heard this awful sound—like a bird’s call or some sort of animal crying out—sounded like it was coming from beyond the wire fence, maybe down on the river. I jumped about a foot, hit a pot there on the floor and lost my balance and toppled right over, bringing these other pots down with me. Think I twisted my ankle.” He lifted his bushy eyebrows. “I’m sorry about the mess, Brice.”

      “Don’t worry about that. We need to get you to the house.”

      Selena reexamined him, asking him to speak again. She studied his face, then touched her fingers to his head, asking him questions as she analyzed him. “No symptoms of a stroke—that’s good news. Can you stand?”

      “I think so.”

      “I’d like to make sure of that,” Selena said, her voice shaky. “Your pulse is racing, Mr. Sager. Did you get dizzy before you fell? Did you hit your head?”

      Charles mumbled, “No, I wasn’t dizzy at all, just startled. I caught myself on my arm and leg on the right side.”

      Brice helped lift him, then together he and Selena steadied Charles. “Is the golf cart nearby?” Brice asked.

      Charles nodded, favoring his right leg. “Yep. I was gonna drive it back up to the house.”

      “I’ll get it,” Brice said. “Lean on the table and let Selena check you over a bit more until I bring it around.”

      Charles bobbed his head. Selena offered kind words as she helped him back against the support of the heavy wooden table. “Maybe we should call 911, Brice. Or I could call your family doctor.”

      “No, no,” Charles replied, waving a hand in the air. “I just stumbled is all. I’ll be okay. I’ll take some pain pills and be good as new.”

      Brice shouted at Selena as he made his way to the other side of the building. “If you think he’s okay to move, we’ll get him up to the house and decide then.”

      Selena turned back to Charles. “I don’t have my equipment but we can still make sure you’re all right.”

      Charles gave her a dim smile. “My equipment ain’t so good either, but I’m okay. Don’t make a fuss.”

      Outside, Brice quickly checked for anything out of the ordinary around the perimeters of the shed. After finding the golf cart that Charles used to cover the large acreage, he drove it toward the back of the shed, then squinted into the muted light to see if he could find any footprints. The bushes and vines were wet and thick but nothing looked broken or marred. If anyone had tried to get to the estate from the river, alarms would have gone off immediately, unless someone had managed to disarm them. But this estate was airtight. Cameras everywhere, laser beams along the remote fence lines, and so many alarm and security details that even Brice had to sometimes go back over the whole layout.

      Maybe Charles had been startled by a night creature such as a raccoon or a possum or, as he’d suspected, an owl shrieking somewhere off in the dense woods leading to the river.

      Or maybe the old man had heard something else.

      Something meant not only to scare the gardener, but also to send out a warning into the night to anyone on this property who might happen to be nearby and listening.

      A warning that could turn out to be a war signal.

      FOUR

      Selena sat up in the big teakwood four-poster bed on the second floor of Brice’s house, wondering how she’d managed to get herself in such a fix. She didn’t want to be like Rapunzel, trapped in the castle, but between Brice and her father, she didn’t have much of a choice right now. Too exhausted to argue after all the excitement of this day, she’d meekly come upstairs to try and get some sleep. But she couldn’t relax, so she held her Bible close like a shield, trying to find comfort in the Scriptures.

      But even her nightly ritual of reading verses before she went to sleep couldn’t calm her. Her skin crawled with tension as she relived seeing her car explode and finding Charles lying on the floor of the shed. When she remembered the long bloody gash on Brice’s cheek and thought about how


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