he’d had a hard day. The Jacuzzi tub next to the shower was oval shaped and deep, perfect for long soaks.
Hayden ran her hand over the towel hanging over the rack, then along the countertop, before looking back up at Boone. He’d entered his bedroom then followed her to the bathroom, but had still given her space to do whatever it was she needed to do, and hadn’t interrupted her with the questions she could see swimming in his eyes.
“Thanks, Boone. I’m done here.”
He didn’t say a word, but merely raised his eyebrows and shrugged. He held out a hand as if to tell her to proceed him. Typically, Hayden wouldn’t have turned her back on a man, or woman, accused of domestic violence, but she had a pretty good idea of what had happened in the house that morning. She wasn’t in any danger from Boone. She’d bet her life on it.
“Come on, let’s get this done.” Hayden’s words were strong and firm. While she enjoyed investigating, she really liked making sure the bad guy got what was coming to him.
3
B oone walked behind the deputy sheriff stiffly. The last twenty-four hours had been a nightmare. Dealing with the difficult birth of one of his most expensive heifers was just the beginning. He hadn’t lied to the officers. He’d been so exhausted when he’d come back into the house, he hadn’t bothered to lock any of his doors.
And why would he need to? He had over thirty employees who he’d hand-picked and worked with for years. Boone was never alone. He had a state-of-the-art security system and had never had any issues the entire time he’d lived in the house.
Boone had known the first morning after he’d slept with Dana that he’d made a mistake. He’d fallen for her crap, hook, line, and sinker. She’d reeled him in and he’d thought she was a nice, sweet woman who was ready to settle down and have a family. But when he’d told her he had to leave the morning after they’d made love for the first time to take care of an issue that had come up on the farm, she’d freaked out. Crying, screaming, yelling…accusing him of using her, of not liking her, of anything she could think of. Boone had only taken her to bed two more times—two times too many—and had spent the rest of their “relationship” trying to extricate himself.
Dana was bat-shit crazy, but the problem was, she didn’t show that crazy side to anyone. When they were alone, she’d hit him, yelled at him, threw things at him, and did everything she could to belittle him. Boone had ended their relationship, but for some reason, Dana wouldn’t let him go. She showed up at the farm unexpectedly. He’d see her car following him when he was out doing errands. She’d even contacted some of his clients—God knew how she’d gotten the information about them—and told them what an awful person he was.
Boone was convinced she was the person who’d anonymously contacted the SPCA of San Antonio to report animal cruelty on his farm. They’d come out to investigate and found all of the accusations against him and his ranch unfounded, but it still stuck in his craw that he’d been accused in the first place. It was the kind of uncertainty he didn’t need focused on his operation.
When they entered the front foyer of his house, Boone took a deep breath. He’d never thought Dana would stoop as low as accusing him of domestic abuse, faking her injuries, and calling the cops. As he watched the female deputy talk to her partners, it hit home that he could actually be arrested. He was exhausted and now pissed, and the last thing he wanted was to spend time in jail over something he didn’t do—and would never do. Boone had no idea what the deputy had been looking for on the tour of his house, or if she even believed his recounting of what had happened that morning.
Surprisingly, in the midst of everything that was going on, Boone found himself attracted to the deputy. He couldn’t really make out much of her body since she was