“Yes. About six months after he moved out, one of his drug-dealing clients murdered him when he received a guilty verdict that obviously didn’t please him.”
Dylan hated to feel relieved, but he was. It was bad enough having one birth parent in the picture. If Collena was indeed a real birth parent. It was hard to doubt it though, especially when he looked at her mouth.
That was Adam’s mouth.
Heart shaped. And capable of expressing a huge range of emotions.
So, if Collena Drake was truly Adam’s birth mother, then the question was—what was he going to do about it?
He didn’t get a chance to come up with any possibilities because Collena spoke before he had time to think.
“There’s something else you should know about Sean Reese,” Collena said. Her voice was practically a whisper now, and she looked down at her gloved hands. “I hadn’t planned on telling you this soon, but you’ll probably find out when you press your P.I. for a deeper background check on me.”
Which he would do, especially after an opening like that. “There really is someone from Brighton after you?” he asked.
“No. Not Brighton. The problem is Sean’s father, Curtis Reese. He’s been looking for Adam, too.”
Well, that sounded ominous, and Dylan didn’t like where this conversation was going.
“Curtis Reese is very wealthy,” Collena continued. “And Sean was his only child. He loved him, and he was obsessive about it. Once he learned that I was pregnant with Sean’s child, he became consumed with his unborn grandchild, as well.”
Dylan quickly came to a conclusion, but he hoped he was wrong. “Are you saying that this Curtis Reese will try to get custody of Adam?”
“He’ll try,” Collena confirmed. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but since the adoption was illegal, you don’t stand much of a chance of keeping Adam.”
His jaw tightened even more. “That’s debatable.”
“It’s true. There are things in my past that Curtis Reese will try to use to challenge my own custody. Nothing criminal,” she quickly added.
Dylan would have questioned exactly what those things were if he hadn’t seen the smoke ahead. Collena obviously saw it, too; she pointed in that direction.
“That’s where I left my car,” she said.
With the snow and the wind, it wasn’t a day to burn brush. Besides, he’d given all the hands the day off. Dylan took the last turn, dreading what he would see.
There, off to the side of the narrow dirt road sat a dark blue compact car, engulfed in flames.
Chapter Four
Collena saw the fire and smoke.
She felt the instant slam of adrenaline, and she reached for her gun, which wasn’t there. Because Dylan still had it in his pocket.
Dylan reacted, too. He caught on to her shoulder and shoved her down onto the leather seat. Hard. Then, he drew his own weapon, threw his truck into Reverse and sped backward to put some distance between them and her burning vehicle.
It was a good decision. With the flames already eating through the interior, the car could explode.
“Do you see anyone?” she asked, trying to get up. But he merely used his muscled body to keep her in place. Protecting her.
More than likely, it was an automatic response, something he would do for anyone who happened to be in danger. And there was no doubt in Collena’s mind that this was a dangerous situation.
Someone had set fire to her car.
And that someone could still be around to do even more damage to them.
“No, I don’t,” Dylan relayed to her. He pulled his phone and her gun from his pocket and handed both items to her. “Call nine-one-one and ask for the fire department.”
Surprised, she blinked. “Not the sheriff?”
“Dispatch would only send Jonah back out.”
Collena understood. The bitter and perhaps incompetent deputy obviously had some kind of personal grudge against Dylan. Besides, this was a fire, and the fire department would be able to tell whether it was from natural causes or arson.
She had a bad feeling it was the latter.
Collena made the call, and the emergency dispatcher told her that she would send a fire-response team right away.
And then she lay there on the seat, waiting for Dylan to make a decision about what to do. Unfortunately, he was practically lying on top of her. For reasons Collena didn’t want to explore, she didn’t want to be this close to Dylan. She could feel parts of his body that she shouldn’t be feeling.
“I’m a cop,” she reminded him. “Let me up so I can see if I can spot any evidence.”
He did, reluctantly. “Stay low,” he warned. “If someone’s out there, he could be armed.”
That didn’t do much to steady her breathing or heart rate.
While Dylan kept his gun aimed and ready, Collena did a visual search of the immediate area. There were trees, most of them bare from the winter, but there was also a thick clump of massive live oaks, complete with thick branches and green leaves. They completely obscured the view of the ranch. It was the main reason she’d chosen the spot, so that her car wouldn’t be seen when she parked it.
Those trees could now be hiding an arsonist.
But who would do something like this?
One answer immediately came to mind. Curtis Reese, Sean’s father. Collena hadn’t told him that she’d found Adam, but with Curtis’s resources, he could have learned that information. Maybe this was his way of warning her not to try to keep Adam from him.
But that’s exactly what she was going to do.
“See anything?” Dylan asked.
“It’s what I don’t see that bothers me. There are no other tire tracks that lead directly to my vehicle.”
“Yeah, I noticed that.”
She turned her head, and their gazes met. There was plenty of concern in the depths of his green eyes. “The snow might have covered the tracks,” she said.
His attention drifted toward those live oaks. “Or someone could have taken this path. Or that one,” he said, shifting his focus to the other side of the road where the bare trees were.
He was right, of course. There was another dirt road less than a quarter of a mile away, and it paralleled this one. Someone could have parked there and walked over. Too bad the snow would almost certainly wipe out any tracks there.
“We need to get out of here,” Dylan announced.
Collena glanced at her car and saw why. The flames were even higher now. If the gas tank blew, they were a safe enough distance away, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t get pelted with debris.
Dylan began to drive in reverse down the road. He took it slowly to avoid slipping into the ditch. If an arsonist was truly still around, Collena didn’t want them to be in the woods on foot.
“Both my sister, Abigail, and fiancée, Julie, died in car accidents where fires were involved,” he mumbled.
“You think this is related to their murders?” she asked.
A muscle flickered in his jaw. “No one was ever arrested. In fact, the police ruled them accidents. But in both cases, the cars caught fire and that caused the accidents and their deaths. Neither was able to get out alive.”
“But why would whoever killed them want to set fire to my