Colters' Woman (10 page)

“It’s not
us
she’s frightened of,” Ryan pointed out.

“Fine, then she can come with me and explain,” Lacey said.

Holly sucked in her breath, trying valiantly not to panic. She couldn’t allow the brothers to get into trouble because they were protecting her. And it was time she stood up for herself. Adam had said his friend could handle her divorce. She would trust in that and take the necessary steps to be free of Mason forever.

She moved toward the tall woman, determined not to be intimidated. Ryan caught at her arm and tried to drag her back.

She turned to him, trying to keep the fear from her eyes. “I have to do this.”

“I’ll go with you,” Ryan said.

She shook her head. “No, you can’t. This is something
I
have to do.”

Uncertainty flashed in Ryan’s eyes, and for a brief moment, she could swear she saw fear. Then his expression hardened into an impenetrable mask.

“I’ll come back.”

“I don’t like it,” Ethan broke in.

“Her husband goes nowhere near her,” Adam bit out. “You hear me, Lacey? You get your damn statement, but you keep that bastard away from her. I’m charging you with her safety.”

Holly shivered at the hardness in his voice. Lacey blanched but nodded.

Hand on her holster, Lacey dipped her head toward the door. “After you, ma’am.”

Holly turned to look at the three brothers. She didn’t want to leave the safe haven she’d found here.

Before she could follow Lacey, Adam stepped forward and hauled her against him. His lips found hers, pressing hungrily against hers as if infusing his strength into her.

Lacey cleared her throat, and Holly turned to leave. She stepped into the cold and shivered. She hadn’t thought to get her coat.

She trekked to the Jeep Cherokee, her boots crunching in the snow. Lacey gestured toward the passenger seat before stalking around to the driver’s side.

Holly slid into the warm interior, grateful Lacey had left the engine running. She glanced out the window as Lacey backed out of the drive, a knot swelling in her throat as they drifted further away from the cabin.

***

“We can’t just let her go!” Ethan said.

Ryan stood where Holly had left him, staring broodingly at the door.

Adam scrubbed a hand through his hair and wondered what the hell they had done. “I don’t trust that bastard as far as I could throw him. I vote we ride into town and keep an eye on things. If she needs us, we’ll be a lot more use than if we sit here on our fucking hands.”

Ethan nodded his agreement.

Adam looked at Ryan who still hadn’t moved. “You coming, bro?”

“She left,” he said in a strained voice. “How do we know she’ll want to come back?”

Even as the statement angered Adam, he knew Ryan was voicing his fears.

“She left to protect us,” Ethan snarled. “It’s our job to protect
her
.”

“Let’s go, we’re wasting time,” Adam said.

***

Holly and Lacey rode into town in silence. As Lacey pulled up to the small wooden building that housed the sheriff’s department, Holly stiffened. Mason’s BMW was parked a few feet away.

She turned her furious gaze on Lacey. “You didn’t say he would be here.”

Lacey shrugged. “He’s your husband. Where else would he be? He’s been worried sick about you.”

“You know
nothing
about my husband.”

Lacey sized her up in a quick glance. “Look, he says you were kidnapped. If you weren’t, fine. Just come inside, sign a statement, and you can be on your way.”

Holly’s hand shook as she fumbled with the door. She stepped onto the icy pavement and waited for Lacey to precede her into the station.

At the doorway, she wiped her sweaty palms down the legs of her jeans. She would find courage. She would. She could do this. Mason couldn’t hurt her in front of a witness, and she wouldn’t go with him, no matter what.

“Darling! There you are!”

She cringed as Mason’s voice echoed across the room. Just as quickly she found herself yanked into his arms. She went rigid against him and then yanked out of his grasp. She backed hastily away, only wanting to put as much distance between them as she could.

Mason turned to Lacey. “Thank you so much for returning my wife to me. I’d like to be on our way as soon as possible. I want to make sure she hasn’t been harmed.”

Adrenaline surged through her veins. Her skin prickled and nausea welled in her stomach. As brave a front as she’d tried to put on, Mason terrified her. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Mason rounded on her, his back to Lacey. His eyes glittered dangerously. “I realize what an ordeal you’ve been through, my love. I’ll take you away from this shithole.”

Holly backed further away, looking to Lacey for help.

Lacey cleared her throat. “Mr. Bardwell, your wife claims she wasn’t abducted. She’s here of her own free will and apparently has no wish to leave.”

Mason whirled back around but Holly could see he’d donned his most charming smile. “I appreciate your concern for my wife, but this is a private matter best resolved between us. Perhaps we could have a moment?”

“No!” Holly cried.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible, Mr. Bardwell. Unless that is what Mrs. Bardwell wishes?”

She looked to Holly for confirmation.

Holly shook her head vehemently. “You said all I had to do was sign a statement. I won’t go with him.”

Mason reached out and grasped her arm in a bruising grip. His fingers dug painfully into her upper arm, and she gasped in pain. “I’ve arranged a flight out of Denver. We must be on our way soon if we’re to catch it.”

She stared over at Lacey who looked a little flustered. “Can we have a moment? Two minutes. If I’m not outside that door in two minutes, come in for me.”

Lacey arched a brow in surprise but nodded. “I’ll be outside.” She pinned Mason with a hard stare. “Don’t try anything stupid, Mr. Bardwell.”

As soon as Lacey disappeared through the door, Holly wrenched her arm free and backed away from Mason.

“Stay the hell away from me,” she hissed. “I’m never going back with you.”

“Maybe you don’t remember what happens when you defy me,” he said.

She jerked her chin up, determined not to show him the horrible fear that ate at her. Instead, she took a huge gamble.

“I know what you did on our wedding day,” she said quietly. “I saw you kill that man.”

Mason’s lips compressed in a fine white line. “Don’t threaten me, Holly. I’ll make you sorry you were ever born.”

“Don’t you threaten
me
!” she countered. “I am going to file for divorce, Mason, and you are going to give me that divorce or I swear to God, I’ll go to the media, the police, the FBI, whoever I have to go to in order to tell the world what a sorry bastard you are.”

Mason’s nostrils flared. “You little blackmailing bitch.”

She clenched her teeth. “I am going to walk out of here, and I’m never going back with you. If you ever come near me again, if you ever so much as breathe my name, I’ll make sure you rot in prison.”

Surprise flickered in Mason’s eyes. He’d underestimated her. She could read it in his expression. Well, that was fine. But she’d make damn sure he didn’t do it again.

The door opened and Lacey walked back in. “Everything okay in here?” She eyed Holly as she spoke.

“I was just leaving,” Mason said. “Apparently a mistake has been made.”

He stalked by Lacey and slammed the door behind him.

A buzzing started in Holly’s ears, and she felt dangerously close to fainting.

“Here.” Lacey shoved a chair at her. “Maybe you ought to sit down.”

Holly sank onto the chair, her hands curled into fists in her lap. She’d done it. She’d stood up to Mason. Now she just wanted to get back to Adam, Ethan and Ryan.

“Can I use your phone?” she asked hoarsely.

Lacey gestured toward the desk. “Be my guest.”

Holly rose and walked over to the desk then realized she didn’t even know the phone number to the cabin. Her cheeks flaming, she looked up at Lacey. “Do you know Adam’s phone number?”

Lacey rattled off the number with a familiarity that bothered Holly.

She punched the numbers and waited anxiously as it rang. After ten rings, she gently replaced the receiver, her chest tightening in worry.

“You could try the cell phone,” Lacey said dryly.

Heat raced across Holly’s face again, but she picked up the phone and looked expectantly at Lacey. After punching in the series of numbers Lacey once again supplied, she raised the phone to her ear and waited.

***

The brothers were nearly to town when Adam’s cell phone rang. Adam snatched it up and barked a hello.

Holly’s soft voice filtered over the line. “Adam?”

“Baby, are you all right?” he demanded.

“Can you…can you come get me?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the sheriff’s office,” she replied.

“We’ll be there in five minutes,” he promised. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, her voice stronger than before.

“Hang tight, baby. We’ll be right there.”

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. He had a dozen questions he’d wanted to ask, but his priority was getting to Holly as fast as he could.

“What’s going on?” Ethan demanded.

“She wants us to come get her at the sheriff’s office.” Adam glanced at Ryan in his rearview mirror and saw relief flash across his brother’s face.

They roared into town and down the street toward the sheriff’s office. Adam frowned when a BMW nearly took off the front end of the Land Rover.

“Son of a bitch,” Ethan swore. “That’s her husband.”

Adam slammed on the brakes in front of the station, opening the door before the Land Rover came to a complete stop. Had the bastard taken her? Had Lacey let him walk out with her?

The brothers hit the pavement running.

Adam was first to the door and flung it open, scanning the interior for Holly. Tension left him when he saw her huddled behind a desk. She looked up and, with a small cry, launched herself across the room.

She hit him square in the chest, and he caught her up in his arms.

“Thank God you’re all right,” he said in a low voice.

She clung to him tightly, her face buried in his neck.

“I did it,” she whispered. “I told him I wanted a divorce.”

Adam stroked her hair and kissed her temple, satisfaction humming through his veins all the while. Reluctantly, he set her down. Just as quickly, Ethan folded her up in his arms and kissed her lingeringly.

Across the room, Lacey’s mouth fell open. Then her eyes widened in understanding. “It wasn’t me,” she said faintly. “It was never me. It was
them
.”

Adam didn’t pretend to misunderstand. He ran a hand through his hair and walked a few steps closer to Lacey.

“I made a mistake,” he said. “You’re a good woman, Lacey.”

“Not good enough apparently,” she said bitterly.

Adam sighed. He hadn’t wanted this scene between them, especially not in front of Holly. Once he’d been attracted to Lacey, even thought his brothers might feel the same, but they hadn’t. Ethan had reacted indifferently to her, and Ryan had instantly disliked her. He knew then it would never work between them, but it hadn’t stopped him from spending time with her on occasion. She’d been good company and someone to have a beer with. But she wasn’t the one destined to occupy a place in his heart. That was reserved for Holly.

He gazed at the hurt in Lacey’s eyes and wished he wasn’t the cause of it.

“We should be going,” Ryan said, speaking up for the first time. “It’s supposed to snow.”

“I need her to sign that statement,” Lacey said flatly. “Then y’all can be on your way.”

She rummaged around on her desk for a moment then flipped a piece of paper and a pen to the end. Holly approached and looked down at the blank paper.

“What should I say?” she asked softly.

“Whatever’s on your mind,” Lacey drawled. “I’m married but don’t want to be. Or maybe, I’m fucking with the minds of four men.” She shrugged. “Just make it quick. I’ve got work to do.”

“That’s enough, Lacey,” Adam said.

Holly scribbled three lines then signed her name with a flourish. She flicked the pen back across the desk at Lacey then turned away. She walked toward the door where Ryan and Ethan still stood, her intention clear. She was ready to go.

“Let me get your coat,” Ryan said gruffly. “You forgot to bring it.”