Read Online If You Hear Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense by Shiloh Walker - Free Book Online

He lifted the paper that Ezra had given him and wiggled it. “It’s just that I think the owner of this particular four-wheeler is Brody Jennings.” He glanced at Ezra as he said the name.
    “I get the feeling that name should mean something to me,” he bit off. He paused for a few seconds. “It doesn’t.”
    “He’s Hank Jennings’s son—Hank is the mayor.”
    “Then the mayor needs to get his kid under control.” Ezra didn’t care if the kid was a blood relative to the Queen of England. He could be the president of the United States for all Ezra cared—trespassing was still trespassing. Destruction of property was still destruction of property.
    But Prather wasn’t paying attention. The deputy gazed off behind Ezra, a frown settling on his round, ruddy face.
    Automatically, Ezra glanced over his shoulder, following the deputy’s gaze.
    He almost swallowed his tongue when he saw her.
    Shit
.
    Lena Riddle.
    It wasn’t possible, but she looked even better now than she had when he’d first seen her three weeks ago. That deep red hair, gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. The pale, pale skin. She wore no makeup, and her unpainted mouth was set in a grim, hard line.
    Man, that mouth, so full and lush—he could almostfeel it under his all over again. Looking at her mouth had him all but drooling for another taste, just like looking at her body had him wanting to touch.
    No. Forget want. Need. He needed to touch.
    Shit.
    What was she doing here?
    He hissed out a breath between his teeth, seriously glad the deputy’s attention was focused elsewhere just then. Ezra was having trouble thinking in coherent terms—much less speaking in them.
    One of the deputies approached her. She said something and the deputy absently gestured toward Prather.
    Prather mumbled under his breath, his words too low to hear.
    But it sounded distinctly irritated.
    “Mr.… ah … Detective King, I think I’m needed, so if you’ll …”
    Ezra dropped into a chair. “Oh, by all means. I can wait a few minutes. We can take care of that report after you’re done.”
    He certainly wasn’t in any rush to leave—he wanted to sit there a few more minutes and just stare at her. Drink in his fill. No—not just.
    What he really wanted to do was walk over there and tell her,
I’m sorry. Sorry I didn’t call. Can you give me a second chance? My head’s all screwed up, though, so I can’t promise I won’t do the same thing again …
    “Fine. Fine,” Prather muttered. Resigned, the deputy edged around Ezra and started toward Lena. Perfectly content to stare at her, Ezra crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
    As Prather drew even with her, Ezra continued to watch. The deputy had a genial smile on his face—the same smile he’d given Ezra. “Hope you’re not here about anything important, darlin’,” Ezra muttered. Gomer didn’t seem too keen on the idea of doing actual work.
    What in the hell was she here for?
he wondered as concern started to edge in, replacing the surprise.
    They were too far away for her to have heard him, but her head turned his way. Something low in his gut started to heat, but he tried to ignore it. She might have good ears, but she couldn’t know he was in here, not from that far away.
    Whatever she said had Prather shaking his head and then he stopped, glanced back at Ezra. Ezra smiled and saluted the deputy. Slouching down in the chair, he straightened his right leg out in front of him, absently massaging his thigh.
    Tired as he was, he wasn’t leaving just yet. He had a complaint to file … and he figured he really should talk to Lena. Maybe it was just divine intervention that had them both here on the same day.
    Prather’s shoulders rose and fell in a shrug and then he shifted, reached over to take her arm. But the second his fingers touched her, Lena stepped back.
    That was when he noticed the man with her.
    About the same age as well, Ezra figured. Light brown hair, tanned.