Bad Boy's Revenge: A Small-Town Romantic Suspense (13 page)

“What if you hurt me?”

“Never.”

“Are you so sure?”

He didn’t give me warning. He captured my lips, stealing my kiss and seizing everything I offered. A timid mew. Trembling hands. His tongue hungered for mine, searching for what I kept hidden—a vow I hadn’t yet uttered.

His touch wasn’t just familiar, it was
right
. Better than the dash of hazelnut in my coffee or the caramel drizzle over a brownie. His single kiss forced him back into my life, my world. For a year, I struggled with an imaginary Maddox, someone I could summon and dismiss and control in my own fantasies at night when the loneliness took hold. But the real Maddox wasn’t tame or quiet, and that was why I needed to free myself from him.

It was too hard to push him away. I shuddered as the heat pulsed from my core. I was ready for him with only a kiss. Hell, who was I kidding? I
always
wanted him. 

But I couldn’t risk his life just to pretend we’d have a perfect future.

I pulled from his arms. My lips hummed, swollen from his kiss. I used to feel that way all over when I was with him. Now I only felt hollow, and I hated it. Hated this.

“Let’s go.” I hid inside my coat and aimed for the door, without looking back, without getting caught in the intense, roiling fire of his eyes. “But you aren’t coming inside the station with me.”

“You aren’t doing this alone.”

“It’s Saint Christie, what could happen?”

He didn’t wait for me, shoving his hands in his pocket. “I’ve been asking myself that for a year. Just hope we don’t learn it the hard way. I’d rather not bleed today.”

Cheerful. I forgot how much of a morning person Maddox was.

I closed the door, but he didn’t let me walk away.

“Lock it.”

My stomach dropped. I hated that he was right. Even if no one else was dangerous in the town, I
knew
that Nolan was responsible for the fire. Who knew what he planned? The mayor and hopeful state representative already burned my business to the ground, lusted after me, and framed my ex-boyfriend for the crime. This wasn’t Granddad and Nana’s Saint Christie anymore.

Then again, most of Saint Christie would agree Maddox was the reason for the locked doors and security systems.

He walked at my side, but it only served as a deterrent for other residents.  Mr. Wilkens and his morning jog detoured through the park, slippery with dew. He landed on his behind twice, but at least he didn’t have to face Maddox, even if Mr. Wilkens had yet to pay him the two hundred dollars owed for work he did before he went to jail.

Usually, I couldn’t make it into town without half of Saint Christie wishing me a good morning and begging for a cookie order. Now? No one looked up. It broke my heart. How was any man supposed to change his ways if no one would grant him the courtesy of a
hello
?

Cripes, even Mrs. Greentree took an ill-conceived detour with Millie, leading her beyond her usual territory and right into Benjamin Ducacas and Jean-Baptise.

And then the fur started to fly.

Millie growled, lunged, and yipped at the poodle, snipping at his prize-winning leg. Mrs. Greentree pulled on the leash, panicking as Benjamin tripped over Millie and lost a shoe to a mud-puddle. 

Curses were exchanged.

Names were called.

Breeders insulted.

We stopped outside the police station to watch the ruckus. That’s when Mrs. Greentree informed all who watched the confrontation of Benjamin’s wife and her relapse with the bottle. Benjamin shouted back, insinuating the shih tzu was half an inch too short for the standard breed and that she added a disqualifying bow to the dog to trick the judges.

Suddenly, the dogs weren’t the only ones fighting.

“Holy shit.” Maddox snickered. “Someone call the national guard.”

The leashes tangled, and frail Mr. Yocum parked his truck in the middle of Main Street to help Benjamin untangle the poodle from Mrs. Greentree’s lead. A minute passed, and third grade teacher Miss Summers grabbed her pruning shears from her trunk to free Jean-Baptise before Millie made mince-meat from his leg.

Traffic stopped, and it was officially a disastrous day for the town of Saint Christie.

“I’ll be back.” I pointed Maddox to the bench outside the station. “Will you be okay out here?”

“I’m happy long as I’m not inside there.”

I wished that wasn’t the truth with him. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched as the dispatched volunteer firefighters rushed to the scene of the dogs. Mrs. Greentree nearly fainted. Benjamin threatened litigation.

Jean-Baptise howled.

“Kinda miss some of this shit sometimes,” Maddox said. “Feels good to be home.”

Yeah, now if we could just keep him here and not in jail, we’d be set.

I snuck inside the police station—the one place I should have visited long ago with my concerns. Nolan. His motive. The threats. The bruises on my wrist.

But I couldn’t share my suspicions about the damned Mayor, even if my case against Nolan was far stronger than Maddox’s bizarre accusations against Chief Craig.

The receptionist stayed on the phone, but she waved me through the offices. I knew the layout too well—hard to forget when I’d picked up Maddox so many times.

“Josie! Good morning!” Chief Craig welcomed me into his office. He nursed a coffee that wouldn’t do a damn thing to soften the rock he called a muffin on his desk. He laughed and shared my disgust. “I know. Darla made me take a healthy breakfast.”

“You might want to file for domestic abuse.”

He touched it. The top
flaked
off. That wasn’t right. He pitched it into the garbage, and no baked good should have
clanged
like that.

Chief Craig gestured for me to take a seat. “Anything I can help you with, sweetheart? Everything okay? Is it Maddox?”

Oh lord. I expected the question. I shook my head. “No…well, not really. I was just wondering if you had a minute. I had a couple questions about the, uh, fire.”

His eyebrows rose. “Sure, Josie. I have all the time in the world for you. I was only going to respond to the impromptu dog show on Main Street.”

“Millie is winning.”

“Ah, but Jean-Baptise has the heart of a champion.” He frowned. “So, what’s on your mind?”

I cautiously picked through my words. “I don’t remember much from that night.”

“You hit your head inside the shop and sucked down a lot of smoke, if I recall.”

“I think so.”

“You’re very lucky to be alive.”

“Maddox saved me.”

Chief Craig grunted. I took my shot.

“You were the first one on the scene, right?”

He nodded. “That’s right.”

“Did you write up the accident report? Could I get another copy?”

“Of course.” He turned to his computer, banging a few keys to bring up the official report. His receptionist had to unjam the paper in his printer, but he handed me the report within minutes. “Any questions you have in particular? The insurance giving you problems?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Is it Maddox?”

I scanned the document and shook my head. The fire marshal said the fire started at approximately 10:15 PM, but Chief Craig was on scene at 10:23.

And I knew from the insurance investigation Bob Ragen didn’t call 911 until 10:28.

“I just…” Something didn’t sit right with me. Maddox’s paranoia didn’t belong in my head, but the chilled web of fear strung from one side of my mind to the other. “It happened so fast that night.”

“Went up like a tinderbox.” Chief Craig’s voice hardened. “It was intended to burn quick.”

“I’m just lucky you were there so quickly.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart.”

I bit my lip. “How
did
you get there so fast?”

Chief Craig leaned back in his chair, the leather squeaking. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t think you’d be on duty so late at night. You’re usually out to tennis with Councilman Grossi by five on the dot.”

“Delta’s been snitching on us.”

“Nothing’s secret in this town.”

His smile faded. “Well, to be honest, I wasn’t dispatched.”

I didn’t react, but my stomach flipped like a pancake.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he said. “Doing a patrol. I thought something felt odd that night. You learn to trust your instincts in the line of duty.”

“And…what was your instinct?”

“That something bad was going to happen.”

He wasn’t wrong. Or was he? Would something bad have happened if he
weren’t
there?

Chief Craig sipped his coffee. He smacked his lips with a frown. “This town was relieved when you ditched Maddox. He left, but I knew he’d come back—a man like that wants what’s his, and most of the time it’s ill-intentioned. That boy was looking for revenge.”

I stiffened. “
Revenge
?”

“He’s the type. Only satisfied with blood. He came after you, Josie.”

“There’s more to the story than that.”

“Of course there is, but he’s not talking, is he? Josie, I wasn’t the first man at the scene. He was. I was at your shop in time because I was following
him
.”

Oh, that thought just made me sick—the kind of clammy discomfort from eating too much sugar or drinking too much wine at once. Sometimes both in my house.

“Did he ever tell you where he was before the fire?” Chief Craig asked.

I shook my head.

“He didn’t tell us either. Said he was out of town and just got in when he saw the flames. But Josie, that ain’t his real alibi. He’s got no one to collaborate his story, and he had all the motive in the world to start that fire.”

I took a steadying breath. It didn’t help. “Why were you following him?”

His lips curled, revealing teeth. “Instinct.”

“What did you hope to find?”

“A reason to put him away for good.” An unmistakable pride poisoned his words. “And I got it.”

I didn’t recognize this side of Chief Craig. His words, the hatred contained in the bite of the syllables, was new. He and Maddox always had a feud. Our dates were often delayed because he was hauled in for questioning about every problem in the town. It happened so much Maddox joked that two pepperoni pizzas and a six pack of beer became our very own “Chief Craig Date.”

This went beyond an innocent rivalry. Chief Craig wanted Maddox gone. I believed him when he said he searched for a way to jail him for good. But would he have set fire to my shop over a vendetta? There was more to the story. Chief Craig had a better reason than a
hunch
for following Maddox that night. And Maddox didn’t arbitrarily hate a man the entire town respected and loved.

I had no idea who was telling the truth or what they kept hidden, but I deserved an answer.

The chief’s receptionist rushed into the room, apologizing with a smile. “Chief, we have a…situation brewing on Main Street.”

“The dogs?” Chief Craig asked. “Millie tearing into Jean-Baptise?”

“No…” The receptionist blushed. “The other way around.”

I gasped. “Jean-Baptise attacked Millie?”

She hedged again. “Not…how you’d think. They’re uh…very friendly now. And Benjamin is having a hard time…” She made an unfortunate motion with her hands. “Extracting the poodle. And Mrs. Greentree has fainted.”

“Oh, Christ,” Chief Craig said.

“Also, the elementary school bus is stuck in the traffic jam caused by their
activity
. We might have to field a couple calls from some very irate parents of the first through third graders who are learning a lot about the world right now.”

Chief Craig pushed from his desk. “Sorry, Josie. Sounds like we have a situation. Call me if you have any other questions about that night.”

“Sure. Thank you.”

He led me to the door, glancing outside only to catch sight of Maddox. “And be careful around that man. He’s a liar, more dangerous than you realize. See you at the town meeting tonight.”

I followed only to ensure Maddox didn’t jump the chief as they crossed paths on the sidewalk. Both men looked at each other with vile contempt, but no blood was shed.

No matter how much Maddox wanted it.

This was impossible.

The chief hurried to the cluster of half the town shielding the Westminster-wannabes. Maddox grinned.

“You missed the good part.”

“I heard about it.”

“I’d be glad to reenact it for you.”

I swatted his arm. “You better behave before I put you in one of their choke collars.”

“Think I wouldn’t like that?” His voice deepened. “Think you wouldn’t look beautiful in one?”

I shuddered. Oh, this day was off to a marvelous start. I led Maddox away from the police station, and his playful side shaded once more. Maybe one day, it’d stay.

“What’d he say?” Maddox asked.

I lowered my voice. “You were right. He was following you the night of the fire.”

“Why?”

This wouldn’t go over well. “He said he was looking for a reason to put you away.”

“I knew it.”

I expected him to rage. Instead, he looked vindicated, like I confirmed everything he already suspected.

But why did he think the Chief was the arsonist in the first place?

And why did they hate each other so much?

I didn’t look at Maddox. “Chief Craig was adamant. You had no alibi for that night. Nothing you told him that would prove your innocence.”

Maddox turned. His expression twisted, confused.

No.

Defensive
.

“So?” he asked.

Why was I even asking the question? “Where were you the night my store burned?”

“What’s it matter?”

“You were doing something that night—or the chief of police wouldn’t have been following you.”  

“He always followed me.”

“That wasn’t my question, Maddox.” My stomach trembled. “What were you doing out that night?”

This wasn’t the time or place for this dark of a conversation. I demanded answers from Maddox in the middle of a bright and sunny day, surrounded by the entirety of the town responding to a particularly vulgar leash crisis. These secrets deserved an interrogation room, where we insulted each other with accusation, not dreaded curiosity.