He was only a few hundred yards away with a newspaper tucked under his arm when he noticed her. She could tell by the hesitation in his stride.
She continued to toss the ball as Redhorse approached.
This was how he found them. Ava throwing a slippery tennis ball to an oversize puppy.
Kee Redhorse’s black hair was trimmed short. His skin was tawny-brown with bronze undertones. He had a broad forehead, a blade of a nose that hooked downward over a generous mouth and pinholes in each earlobe for earrings, which he did not wear. Handsome by any standard, she thought.
He hadn’t shaved this morning. She found that the dark stubble only added to his appeal. The hair growing beneath his lower lip brought her attention to his mouth. It was a sensual mouth. His lips parted and he inhaled, making his nostrils flare. Then that winning smile appeared. She felt a twitch in her stomach.
Suspect, she reminded herself.
Woody spotted Redhorse and trotted over to say hello. The man offered his hand. It was a nice hand with tight medium brown skin and a sprinkling of dark hair on the back, and the hand itself was broad and square with long elegant fingers. Ava blew away her frustration at her body’s reaction to the doctor.
“He’s friendly,” said Ava and forced a wide smile as she descended the steps and stood with her hands in her back pockets. She’d dressed for success today, in jeans that left room for her ankle holster but hugged everything else and a blouse that was feminine without broadcasting her cup size. Woody sniffed Redhorse’s hand and the wet ball fell to the ground.
Ava made a grab for the ball but Woody was too quick and snatched it up again. The tug-of-war ensued with the dog crouched, growling as he shook his shovel of a head, tail thumping. Ava wasn’t much of a frolicker but she did her best.
Redhorse laughed. “He’s not giving up.”
“He loves to play,” she said.
Woody won. The canine dropped the ball at Redhorse’s feet.
Traitor, she thought.
“He wants you to throw it,” she said keeping her smile until he turned to retrieve the ball.
He did and it was a really good throw. She gauged his physical strength and was glad she had both her service weapon and her training.
Woody returned, chewing as he trotted. He folded to the ground to begin gnawing in earnest, the ball between his paws. She could swear the canine was smiling.
Ava put a hand on her hip and sighed.
“Guess I finally wore him out,” she said and gave Redhorse another smile, making eye contact. He seemed to be looking right through her. Heat sizzled inside her and her stomach tensed. She knew he was single, dated occasionally but never for long and had been engaged to an Anglo in med school. Circumstances of the breakup were unclear.
Redhorse cleared his throat and looked back to the dog. Ava took a deep breath and pinched her lips together as she fought the troubling physical zip of awareness for him. It had never happened to her with a suspect before.
He cast her an effortless smile and the tug grew stronger. She was going to have to arrest him or sleep with him.
Yeah, right. She didn’t have the justification for either action.
Their eyes met and her heart gave an irritating flutter again. She wished she had enough evidence to read him his rights. She bet handcuffs would wipe that smile off his face.
Her grandmother would approve, she thought. Also possibly a felon. She scowled.
Redhorse was a suspect, not a prospect.
Woody stared up at her, his ball forgotten.
She pointed. “That’s Woody.”
Her gaze dropped to the sensual curve of his upper lip.
You’re staring at his mouth.
He switched to Tonto Apache. “Hello. I am Roadrunner born of Wolf, the oldest son of Colton and May Redhorse.” Then he switched back to English as he completed his introduction and extended his free hand. “I’m Doctor Kee Redhorse.”
Trotting out the title, she thought. She didn’t trust him and did not accept his hand. She was already attracted to the man. Touching him would only make the nagging stab of desire worse. Instead, Ava lifted her hands out before her, palms up.
“Wet,” she said, with dog slobber.
He held his smile as his arm dropped to his side. Was he disappointed?
“I live just up that way,” he said, motioning the way he had come. “For now anyway. Until we move back to Piňon Flats.”
She knew that. Likely knew more about him than his own family.
Since the dam collapsed upriver of this reservation, most of the residents of the community of Piňon Flats had been relocated here to high ground in Turquoise Canyon while the temporary rubble dam was reinforced by FEMA. Their permanent houses were still intact, but the dam had already been destroyed in an act of eco-extremism. Neither the tribe elders nor FEMA wanted to put anyone else at risk.
“I heard that will be any day,” she said.
He nodded and grinned.
“How is it I have never seen you before?” he asked and switched to Tonto. “I know that I would remember you.”
That smile made her insides roll and her stomach flutter. It was like swimming against a strong current. Those teeth, that jawline, that elegant nose. Oh, boy, was she in over her head. She hoped he wasn’t guilty because...what? He was handsome? She was smitten? She needed to get a grip.
It wasn’t her job to hope he was guilty or innocent. It was her job to find Louisa. If he had her or was responsible for her disappearance, then that was that.
Ava, you need to lock this down.
“I didn’t get your name,” said Kee.
“I’m Ava Hood.” She didn’t use her legal name, her father’s name. Never had, though her surname, Yokota, did crop up on things like her diplomas and legal documents.
“You didn’t grow up on the rez, Ava. I’d have noticed you.” His smile was so dazzling she needed sunglasses. Suddenly his charm and charisma seemed a threat. It made it easier to resist.
“I am Snake born of Spider,” she said in perfect Tonto Apache in the traditional form of greeting. One always began with the tribe, moved to clans and then relations. Only after these important ties were given, did one mention their own name. “My parents are Eldon and Lydia Hood from Saguaro Flats reservation.” Though her father was Eldon Yokota, she had given the correct first name.
“You speak very well,” he said in English.
The compliment seemed an insult. Besides, she had little choice as her grandmother had no other language but Tonto and she had lived with her until she was eight.
“I know that rez. Small, right?”
“Very.”
“What brings you up here?”
“Visiting my sister. She married a man up here.”
“What’s his name?”
“Diamond Tah.”
Kee’s smile slipped. “Oh.” He nodded and then met her gaze, his smile gone and his eyes serious. “I knew him very well. I used to listen to him play the flute at gatherings. So your sister is—”
“Sara Tah.”
Ava’s sister was newly widowed. Her husband had died one night on his way to the bathroom from a brain aneurysm. He’d been forty-two. That should have been enough tragedy for one year, but