“Good. Good. Captain Fritz said his man should be there within the hour. I can come and help with the briefing if you want me to, or we can touch base tomorrow before we open.”
“No need for you to come. I’ll handle things.”
“You’re sure?” That he would ask made Susannah’s cheeks heat.
“It’s my job, Chad. If I can’t do it, I shouldn’t be working here.” Something she’d reminded herself of one too many times during the past few months.
“I wasn’t implying that you couldn’t handle it, Susannah. Just giving you an opportunity to ask for backup if you need it. This event is a big deal. We can’t afford to have anything go wrong.”
“Nothing will.”
She hoped.
She prayed.
But things went wrong all the time.
Good days turned bad in a blink of an eye.
“All right. I’ll leave it in your hands, then, and I’ll want a full report tomorrow.”
“No problem.” She slid the phone back in her pocket, did a full sweep of the chapel and of the office area beyond. Nothing, of course. There was never anything. She should be relieved, but all she felt was disgust at herself and her fear.
She ran a hand over her hair and tapped her Stetson against her thigh. What she needed was a little fresh air. A few minutes outside of the compound listening to the sound of people and the action drifting up from the River Walk and she’d feel more like herself.
“Sure you will,” she muttered as she opened the chapel door and stepped straight into a broad, muscular chest.
Someone grabbed her upper arms, holding her in place when she would have fallen.
And she was back in time, hands wrapped around her throat, cutting off air, fetid breath washing over her face. Alcohol and evil and every nightmare come to life.
She gagged, shoving forward into her attacker, pushing her weight into a solid wall of strength as she tried to un-balance him.
“Hey. Calm down. I was just trying to keep you from falling.” The soothing tone washed over her, the words rumbling near her ear as the man released his hold and stepped back.
Broad-shouldered.
A wide-brimmed cowboy hat hiding his eyes.
Not Aaron.
Of course, not Aaron.
“Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be standing near the door. We’re closed for the day, but we’ll be open again at seven tomorrow morning.” She cleared her throat, wiped a sweaty palm against her khaki slacks.
“No need to apologize. I should have knocked as soon as I got here. I’m Ranger Levi McDonall. My captain said he was going to call and let you know I was on the way.”
“Levi McDonall?” Her childhood hero? Her best guy friend? Her first teenage crush?
No way could they be the same.
“That’s right. You were told that I’d be coming, weren’t you?”
“Just a few minutes ago. Come on in.” She hurried into the chapel, trying to pull herself together. This was the Texas Ranger she’d be working with for the next nine days, and she couldn’t afford to look like she didn’t have things under control.
Didn’t have herself under control.
She flipped on a light, turned to face McDonall.
He’d pulled off his hat, and his strong, handsome face was exactly the one she hadn’t believed it could be.
Levi McDonall.
Her Levi McDonall.
At least, that’s how she’d once thought of him.
He met her gaze, his eyes a richer brown than she’d remembered, his lashes long and thick. He’d changed. Filled out. Gone from brash teenager to confident man.
“Susannah Jorgenson?” He took a step toward her, his eyes reflecting her surprise, his full lips curving into a smile.
“That’s right.”
“Of course it is. I’d know you anywhere.”
“I guess so. I spent the better part of nine years annoying you.”
“Annoying? I wouldn’t exactly say that.” He smiled again, flashing dimples that would have melted the hardest of hearts.
“I’m sure you would if you weren’t afraid of sounding rude.”
“When have you ever known me to be afraid of that?”
“I haven’t known you for years. As a matter of fact, the last time I saw you, you were a teenager with big dreams.”
“And the last time I saw you, you had pigtails and braces.” He grinned, moving farther into the room, light reflecting off his black hair and simmering in his eyes.
“I never had braces,” she responded, not resisting as he pulled her into a bear hug, bracing for what she knew she would feel. Trapped. Panicked.
But the feelings didn’t come, and she let herself relax into his embrace, let his warmth seep into her and chase away the chill that had dogged her for the better part of the evening.
“That’s better.” He stepped back, looked down into her face, his gaze touching her hair, her cheeks, her lips before returning to her eyes.
“What?”
“You were wound up tighter than a caged tiger.”
“Not really. I was just—” Afraid of nothing? Jumping at shadows? She couldn’t say any of those things. “It’s been a long day. I’m ready for it to be over.”
“I’ll make this as quick as possible, but I can’t promise that we won’t be here awhile. The Alamo Planning Committee is anxious for security measures to be worked up and in place for the upcoming ceremony. My captain asked me to come by and do a security sweep, check to see if there are any weaknesses that we’ll need to address during the event.”
“I’ll give you a tour. Let you get a feel for the compound. Then, we can go over things in detail.” She followed his lead, focusing on the task at hand. Secure the compound for the ceremony. Get through the next nine days. She could make a decision about her future as an Alamo Ranger after that.
“You have some security plans in place already, right?”
“Of course. We’ve been working on them since we were told the opening ceremony would be held at the Alamo.” She led him into the office, gestured for him to take a seat while she pulled a file from her desk. “We can take a look at the plans before we do the tour if you’d like.”
“Better to see the place first, I think. I moved back to San Antonio a couple of years ago, but I haven’t been to the Alamo since I was a kid. Walking around the compound will familiarize me with it again. That will make visualizing security measures a little easier.”
“Let’s get started, then.” She led him through the chapel and into the compound. Shadows still edged the path, but they seemed less sinister, the silence less ominous.
She wasn’t sure she liked what that said about her.
She’d been an Alamo Ranger for four years, and she’d never been afraid to walk the compound alone at night. That she was ate at her, turned her inside out, made her wonder if being a security officer really was what she should be doing. Made her question everything she believed about herself, her goals, her passions.
“You’ve changed, Susannah.” Levi broke into her thoughts, and