While he read through a few more entries, she padded into the kitchen in bare feet wearing a blue robe. Beneath it she wore pajamas with Texas Longhorns on them. She’d brought down a blanket and pillow.
Cy had to be careful not to stare. “I take it you’re a football fan.”
“These are from my parents last Christmas.”
“My dad gave me a pair of the same pajamas two years ago.” They both laughed.
As she came closer, her smile faded. “Has that lunatic sent a response yet?”
“No. But you now have four hundred hits. Your eager fans want pictures and don’t want to wait until December.”
Without saying anything, Kellie walked into the living room and lay down on the couch, propping up her pillow and covering herself with the blanket. Cy checked his watch. It was ten to eleven. He picked up her cell phone and put it on the coffee table in front of her.
Once he’d made up the hide-a-bed, he went back to the dining room for her laptop. After turning off the overhead lights, he turned on a lamp in the living room and sat down next to it so he could continue to read the responses as they came in.
“When are you going to sleep?”
He liked it that she was concerned enough to ask and flicked her a glance. “Don’t worry about me.”
She sat up. Her disheveled hair gleamed in the soft light. “I don’t know how to begin to thank you for what you’re doing for me.”
“It’s my job.”
“A horrible one,” she said in a shaky voice. “Every day on the news you hear about some stalking victim found in a landfill—”
“Don’t go there.” Cy stopped her cold. “Nothing’s going to happen to you.”
“But who protects you?”
He smiled to himself. “I have a team that backs me up. My buddy Vic, one of the men you saw coming out of the radio station with me, is helping on your case.”
She lay back down. “You’re all remarkable.”
“Save your thanks until after we’ve caught him.”
Kellie had no doubt he’d get the job done, but Cy Vance was too modest for words. That was part of the charm of the man who was growing on her with every passing second. His rugged profile stood out in the lamplight. He’d stretched out in the chair with his hard-muscled legs crossed at the ankles.
She’d been around cowboys all her life. Some of them were more attractive than others. Some had great builds. Others were loaded with talent in the arena. Still others had engaging personalities. But this Texas Ranger had all of those qualities and more. He’d been put together in such a way no one could compare to him.
Impatient with herself for concentrating on the attractive Ranger, she turned over so she faced the back of the sofa. She needed sleep. Desperately. Knowing he was right across the room from her gave her a sense of comfort she hadn’t felt since her first encounter with the stalker. How unbelievable was it that the Ranger she’d bumped into in Bandera had come into her life at the most precarious moment of her existence?
When her cell phone suddenly rang, she jerked upright. Kellie flung herself around, staring at her phone in terror.
“It’s all right.” Cy’s deep voice was reassuring. “What does the caller ID say?”
She took a shaky breath. “It’s my best friend, Kathie.”
“Go ahead and talk to her. Put it on speaker.”
Kellie reached for it and clicked on. “Kathie?”
“Hi! I know it’s late, but I had to call you. Good grief, Kellie. Is it really true that you’re married?”
Her gaze locked with Cy’s. “Yes. How did you hear?”
“Patty told me she read it on your blog tonight. How come you didn’t tell me?”
Oh dear. Kellie heard the hurt in her voice. Now for the lie... But this lie was going to save her life and it took away her guilt. “It happened while I was on the circuit and there was no time.” That part was true. “Look, Kathie. It’s a long story and—”
“And your husband wants your attention. Is he right there?”
At that remark Cy’s eyes smiled. Kellie felt a fever coming on. “Yes. We just got in from Bandera. I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“He must really be something for you to get married so fast you didn’t even have your parents there.”
“W-we couldn’t bear to wait any longer.”
“Whoa. I’ll hang up now, but I expect a detailed report later. You know what I mean.”
Embarrassment brought the heat in waves. “Thanks for calling. We’ll talk soon. I promise.” She clicked off and put the phone back on the coffee table.
Cy closed the laptop and put it on the floor. He leaned forward with his hands clasped between his knees. “Kathie is one of the names on the list you gave me. Who is she?”
“My best friend in our group. Sally, my other friend, is a part of it, too.”
“What group is that?”
“There are about thirty of us who ride for pleasure, but serve as volunteers in case of any kind of local emergency.”
His brows lifted. “Do you have a name?”
“We’re the Blue Bonnet Posse.”
“That’s right. You mentioned one of your friends from the group who moved to Colorado Springs. Come to think of it, I have heard of the posse. Weren’t you the ones who found that autistic child who’d wandered away from home last year?”
“That one, and a lost Boy Scout. The police department calls our leader when they need volunteers to do a search in the outskirts of Austin.”
“No doubt you’re kept busy. Those lucky parents must be indebted to you. I’m impressed.”
“It’s our job.” She echoed his earlier words to her.
“Touché.” He reached down and pulled off his cowboy boots. She watched him turn out the lamp and stretch out on the hide-a-bed. It couldn’t be that comfortable, and he hadn’t even changed. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head.
She forced herself to look away. But no sooner had she curled on her side hoping to fall asleep than the phone rang again. Still petrified, but less startled this time, she reached for the phone.
“Put the speaker on,” Cy reminded her.
She nodded. It was her father and she clicked on. “Hi, Dad. I’ve got the phone on speaker.”
“Forgive me for calling this late, but your mom and I want to make certain you’re all right.”
Her gaze drifted to Cy. “I’m fine. Really. The news is out. Kathie just called me.”
“We got a call from your cousin Heidi. She read your blog and couldn’t believe it.”
“I know this is going to come as a shock to everyone who knows me.”
“They care about you. It’s a tribute to the wonderful woman you are.”
“Spoken like a biased parent.”
“We love you, Kellie.” His voice sounded gruff with emotion. “Tell that Ranger we can’t thank him enough.”