9

Questions formed in rapid-fire succession burning for release, but now was not the time for Skylar to ask; Slade’s pulse throbbed on his temple, perspiration dotted his forehead. Intense, cobalt eyes showcased vulnerability. Sharing his personal family matters couldn’t be easy for him, especially considering he had a former colleague listening.

Skylar stole a peek at Deputy Landers. His admiration for Slade had seemed to compound, his gaze riveted as if he’d forgotten he’d been called away for another duty.

The deputy’s radio crackled again. He blinked, straightened, and cleared his throat. “Sounds like you two need to have a private discussion.”

“Yes, we do.” Skylar took in a shaky breath. Her eyes don’t sparkle like that anymore. Had Lily even begun to recover? Her pixie face and energetic, vivacious eyes could lift anyone’s spirits. What had Aston done to her?

Skylar hadn’t felt truly needed in a long time, but she did now. She turned to Slade. “I don’t know what I can do to help, but I’m willing to listen to what you have to say.” How could she not? Aston had wreaked havoc on a sweet, innocent child.

Slade closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Thank you.” When his gaze found hers again they held quiet appreciation.

“I’ll get going then.” Deputy Landers nodded, climbed into his vehicle, and sped away.

Except for the sedan’s headlight beams all was dark; except for her riotous heartbeat and nature’s continuous harmony, all was silent.

Slade stepped close, his form remaining large and commanding, but no longer threatening. “Allow me.” He led her toward the passenger side and opened the door.

Skylar hesitated.

“I won’t lock you in this time,” he prompted.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” The risk of getting deeper involved could prove devastating. Not only was her life on the line, her reputation was balancing on a precipice. One wrong move could destroy them both.