Return To Falcon Ridge. Rita Herron
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in pain, the flames eating his hair.
If her mother knew what Elsie had done, how she’d survived, the fact that she had murdered a man, she couldn’t smile or be proud of her. And she would never call her an angel.
Shame would fill her eyes. Disappointment. Maybe fury.
She would send Elsie away for sure this time. Elsie wouldn’t blame her.
She wasn’t the innocent, sweet little girl she had been when she’d lived at home or when she’d played hopscotch and baby dolls with Hailey. But heaven help her, she wanted to go home. Wanted to feel her mother’s arms around her.
She angled her face and saw Deke studying her. She had been afraid of him when she’d first met him. Yet in the last few minutes, he had shown her a tenderness she’d never known existed. A tenderness between a man and a woman.
He had made her want to fall into his arms and let him hold her. Yet his raw masculinity frightened her at the same time. How did she know if she could trust him?
He was only here doing a job. And it was sympathy in his eyes, not real emotion or caring. Or even attraction.
No, if she confided about her past, he would never want to be seen with her. He might even turn her over to the police.
He placed his hand on her arm, turned her to face him. “Elsie, talk to me. Tell me what’s going through your head. I swear, I’ll help you.”
She pulled away, immediately missing the warmth of his touch. But she couldn’t share her horrid secrets with anyone.
“I need some time to think.”
“To think about what?” His voice sounded gruff, slightly agitated. “Deanna has called me almost every day the last two weeks to see if I’ve found you. She’ll want to know what you look like, when I’m bringing you back.” His dark brows furrowed. “I hate to lie to her. She’s a sweet lady, and she’s suffered for a long time.”
Guilt weighed on Elsie’s shoulders. She almost wavered. Deke Falcon had no idea how much she wanted to see her mother. But she couldn’t return until she made something of herself. Until she faced her past and rectified her sins by building this center for kids. If she didn’t, she would always look at herself as an evil person.
And as a murderer.
Chapter Five
Frustration filled Deke. He’d expected Elsie to hear him out, then let him drive her back to see her mother and a happy reunion to ensue. Then his job would be done.
It was obvious that Elsie wanted to see her mother. She was plainly devastated to learn that her father had lied to her. So why would she choose to stay in this mausoleum where her father had left her? What kind of hold did the town have on her?
He had to dig deeper. Find out what had caused her to be so skittish. Why she had come back here. What she was hiding.
“Elsie, tell me why you really don’t want to go back to Falcon Ridge.” He started to reach for her again to assure her that everything would be all right. But her shoulders tensed and she drew away, his touch unwelcome.
“I…just can’t,” she whispered in a faint voice.
“Why not? Do you have obligations here in town? A job or a man in your life?”
“God, no,” she whispered.
“Then what?”
“My mother doesn’t know me now,” she rasped. “I’m…not the same little girl she once had.”
No. She was a stunning woman. Delicate and vulnerable with eyes that mesmerized him, and a soft pouty mouth that he desperately wanted to kiss. No, he wouldn’t do that.
But someone had attacked her, and he had to protect her for Deanna’s sake.
And for his own? He couldn’t deny that he’d instantly felt drawn to her. Maybe because he understood the pain of desertion.
Except that his father hadn’t deserted him of his own free will.
Still, at times, Deke had blamed his dad for not being around. For staying away so long. For not fighting harder to beat the conviction and get it overturned.
The silent realization shocked him. He shoved his hand through his hair, trying to make sense of his reaction. He’d never given voice to those irrational feelings before. And they were irrational—his father had been innocent. He’d tried his damnedest to free himself, but the truth hadn’t mattered.
Although when he’d been sentenced, his father had refused to see the boys. Deke had thought he didn’t love them anymore.
As an adult, he understood that his father had been trying to protect them. He hadn’t wanted his sons to see the meanness inside the prison. He’d thought the family would have a better chance of happiness without the turmoil of constant prison visits tainting their impressionable lives.
But Deke hadn’t understood at the time. He’d been devastated and hurt, had felt as if his father had abandoned them completely. And he’d hated hearing his mother cry at night, had felt so helpless….
But his parents love for each other had survived, and now the family had been reunited. Deanna and Elsie deserved the same.
“Elsie, your mother loves you,” he said gruffly. “Nothing that’s happened in the last twenty years can change that.”
Her gaze met his, and his gut clenched at the pure fear and pain darkening her eyes. She didn’t believe him.
“I…I have to do something here first,” she said in a raw whisper.
He stroked her arm, relieved when she didn’t pull away. “Then I’ll help you.”
She shook her head. “You can’t,” she said softly. “No one can.” Gathering the blanket tighter around her shoulders, she gestured toward the door. “Now please go, Mr. Falcon.”
“Deke.”
She sighed, a tired sound that yanked at his heart more. “Deke. Please, I need to be alone.”
“What do you want me to tell your mother?” he asked.
The question appeared to shake her barely controlled equilibrium. “Tell her that you can’t find her little girl, that she’s still lost.”
“I won’t do that,” he said in a rigid tone. “Her little girl is right here, and she needs her mother as much as her mother needs her.”
Fire flashed in her eyes. “What are you, Deke, some kind of therapist?”
He barked a laugh at her display of anger. “No, just someone who knows what it’s like to lose a parent as a child. All those years my father was falsely imprisoned…” His voice cracked slightly. “I…needed him. Even as a man, I still do. I’m not ashamed to admit that.”
Emotions glittered in her eyes like raindrops, ready to fall in the prelude of a violent storm.
“Please,” she said quietly. “Let me be alone now.”
He stared at her for a long moment, but finally gave a clipped nod. An injured bird needed time to rest. Time to heal. To learn to trust. So did Elsie. “My cell phone number is on the card I gave you. Call me if you need anything.” He hesitated. “Especially if someone tries to hurt you again.”
She traced her finger over the edge of the card. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Goodbye, Deke.”
Elsie had no idea who she was dealing with. Deke Falcon couldn’t be run off so easily. “I’m not leaving town, Elsie,” he said in a low voice. “Not until you’re ready to go with me.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he strode to the door, a smile creasing his mouth at the surprise on her face. Elsie Timmons might be stubborn, but she