Erinâs welfare comes first. And after what happened last night, I donât think sheâs ready to be out here with you.â
âWhatâs the problem?â Will glanced toward the barn, where Erin had already disappeared. âI saw her. I talked with her. She seemed right as rain.â
Toriâs jaw tightened. âWill, you killed a man last night. Erin saw it happen.â
The shock hit Will like a lightning bolt. His first reaction was denial. âNo. She was down on the floor of the truck. Honest to God, Tori, I made her get down so he wouldnât see her.â
âErinâs twelve years old. How could she not look? She told me what she saw.â
âBut she seemed fine this morning. Was she upset?â
âLast night? Very. Sheâs putting on an act for you today.â
âLord.â Will raked a hand through his hair. âTo have her see me pull that trigger, see that man dieâI wouldnât have done that to Erin for the world!â
âThereâs more.â Tori was sitting straight on the edge of her chair, hands clasped on her knees. âAbner Sweeney called me after we got home last night. He wants to question her today. According to him, you swore she didnât see anything.â
âThatâs right. What did you tell him?â
âNothing. Iâm guessing her account will back up yours. We certainly canât ask Erin to lie. But you sent her away last night before the sheriff got there. And you claimed she hadnât seen the shooting. By the wrong people, that could be interpreted as obstruction of justice.â
âJustice!â Will exploded out of his chair. âWhat justice? I killed the man in self-defense!â
A thought line deepened between Toriâs eyebrows. âThatâs one way of looking at it. But you shot a man whoâd just surrendered his gun, a man who hadnât yet attacked you with his knife. In a different light, that could be construed as manslaughter, or worse.â
The implication made Willâs gut clench. He paced to the top of the porch steps and turned back to face his ex-wife. âDid Abner tell you the man was somebody we knew?â
Tori shook her head as if to say, How could this mess get any worse?
âIt was Stella Rawlinsâs brother, Nick.â
âThe bartender.â It wasnât a question. Toriâs face had gone pale. âWill, you know what that womanâs capable of. The rumor is, sheâs got mob connections. And even without them, she could hurt you. Worse, she could hurt Erin.â
âOr even youâanything to make me suffer for killing her brother.â Will allowed himself a deep breath. Heâd taken enough hits this morning. It was time to take charge of the situation. âFor now, this is what weâre going to do. Erin will be safer here on the ranch than in town with you. We can call the teacher and arrange for her to do her schoolwork on the computer. If youâre concerned about leaving her, you can stay here, too. Beauâs old roomâs available, and except when you need to be in court, you can do most of your work from the ranch office.â
She started to protest. âBlast it, Will, you canât just dictateââ
He cut her off. âWhy not? If you think Erin needs you, whatâs wrong with your staying here? Are you afraid it might interfere with your love life?â
Toriâs blistering glare told Will heâd overstepped. But at least the issue was in the open now. He braced himself as she rose, quivering with fury. âYou donât own me anymore, Will Tyler,â she said. âIâve tried to keep our relationship civil because of Erin, but my so-called love life is none of your business!â
âErin says heâs the high school principal.â Will had nothing to lose by pushing her a little further.
âThatâs right!â she snapped.