Deadly Attraction by Misty Evans

Author:Misty Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beach Path Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-10-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Emma sank her hands into the hot dishwater and found herself staring at the sheen of rainbows on the multitude of bubbles.

Rainbows. She hadn’t seen one of those in a long time. Even in a sink full of dirty dishes from her evening meal with Mitch, the soft colors warmed her heart, made her feel happy.

They’d finished their journey to the park, the entrance on the south side nothing more than a footpath through the woods. A rusty gate that had once been green blocked the path, but there hadn’t even been a sign announcing it was national park territory.

The chain and padlock on the gate hadn’t kept someone from using the entrance—a bolt cutter had severed the heavy chain. Tire tracks from a motorcycle were hidden by brush that Mitch had pulled back. Probably where the arsonist had hidden the bike.

While Emma had stayed on her horse, Mitch had stood for a long time at that gate, sizing up the ground, the gate itself, and what lay on the other side, inside the park. He’d taken pictures of the broken chain and the scuff marks in the dry ground that showed the gate had been swung open and closed again. He took a million photos of the motorcycle tracks hidden under the bush.

Thankfully, that section of the park had not gone up in the fire, but it was still too dangerous for them to enter, Mitch had said. Emma figured he didn’t want her and the horses messing up any potential evidence. He’d swung himself over the fence nearby in order to check the other side of the trail. He’d come back convinced that his arsonist had used this exit after setting the initial fire. He also told her he was betting his badge on the fact that Linda Brown had played a part.

On the way back to the ranch, they’d stopped at Emma’s homemade gun range, but she’d been so nervous about Mitch’s nearness, she’d given up practicing after 10 minutes.

The harder she’d tried to relax, the more anxious she had become. He’d been lighthearted, happy with his evidence, and had joked with her, laughed at her meager attempts, and seemed completely at ease.

Meanwhile, every look he gave her sent her heart fluttering. Every suggestive touch had caused her pulse to hopscotch over itself. Even with his instructions, she hadn’t been able to hit a damn thing. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t focus on her mark. All she could see and zoom in on was Mitch.

As the apple pie in the oven warmed for their dessert, she admitted to herself that Mitch was a nice distraction. One that even now messed with her heart and emotions as he paced the living room floor and spoke in soft tones to his immediate supervisor, Cooper Harris.

“It had to be Gordon,” Mitch said, “but he had help. There was one set of motorcycle tire imprints in the dirt at that old entrance, but there were two sets of footprints. One smaller than the other.

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