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  He’ll protect her back.

  But will he win her heart?

  Sheriff Travis Walker doesn’t blame Lacy Milligan for hating him—he jailed her for murder. But now he’s exonerated her, and the handsome lawman needs her to find the real killer. Will she overcome her hatred to help? As she relents, violence explodes—someone wants her dead. With time running out, their investigation deepens...and ignites sparks of attraction neither ever expected.

  Eagle Mountain Murder Mystery

  He pulled her to her feet and they ran away from the burning storage unit into the field beyond, where they collapsed, arms still tightly wrapped around each other.

  His eyes met hers. “I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered.

  She took his face in both hands and pressed her lips to his, the kiss desperate in its intensity. Everything receded, burned away by passion.

  He was the first to pull away, breaking the kiss. “You’re the most amazing woman,” he said.

  “You’re making a habit of saving my life,” she said.

  His expression hardened and he dropped his hand. “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “This isn’t about debts and payments,” she said.

  “Then what is it about?”

  “It’s about you making me feel more alive than I have in years. It’s about...I don’t know.” She looked away. She had almost said love, but that was absurd.

  “Maybe it doesn’t matter why right now,” he said. He pulled her close again.

  SAVED BY THE SHERIFF

  Cindi Myers

  Cindi Myers is the author of more than fifty novels. When she’s not crafting new romance plots, she enjoys skiing, gardening, cooking, crafting and daydreaming. A lover of small-town life, she lives with her husband and two spoiled dogs in the Colorado mountains.

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  Harlequin Intrigue

  Eagle Mountain Murder Mystery

  Saved by the Sheriff

  The Ranger Brigade: Family Secrets

  Murder in Black Canyon

  Undercover Husband

  Manhunt on Mystic Mesa

  Soldier’s Promise

  Missing in Blue Mesa

  Stranded with the Suspect

  The Men of Search Team Seven

  Colorado Crime Scene

  Lawman on the Hunt

  Christmas Kidnapping

  PhD Protector

  The Ranger Brigade

  The Guardian

  Lawman Protection

  Colorado Bodyguard

  Black Canyon Conspiracy

  Rocky Mountain Revenge

  Rocky Mountain Rescue

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Lacy Milligan—Wrongfully convicted of murdering her boss, Lacy has spent the last three years in prison. Free at last, she’d like to find the real murderer in order to completely clear her name, but tracking him down puts her in danger—and means relying on the one man she has sworn to hate.

  Sheriff Travis Walker—Putting away a murderer helped win the handsome young deputy the election for sheriff. He carries the guilt of having helped convict the wrong person and now feels obligated to protect Lacy to try to make up for his mistake. But his feelings toward her are more than merely protective.

  Andy Stenson—The young lawyer’s murder shocked the small town of Eagle Mountain. No one will truly rest easy until his murderer is found.

  Brenda Stenson—Andy’s widow still grieves her husband, but the investigation is revealing a side of him that shocks her, and could put her in danger.

  Henry Hake—The real estate developer hired

  Andy Stenson to help him put through a luxury resort development that wasn’t welcomed by locals. Was Andy murdered because he helped Hake—or because he knew too much about Hake’s business dealings?

  Jan Selkirk—The former Eagle Mountain mayor knows more about the case than she’s willing to admit.

  Ian Barnes—The climbing guide and newcomer to town is attracting a lot of attention from local women, but he’s more interested in Lacy than she would like.

  Alvin Exeter—The writer is supposedly working on a book about Lacy, and Andy Stenson’s murder, with or without her cooperation.

  For Lucy

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from SWAT Standoff by Lena Diaz

  Chapter One

  Lacy Milligan flinched as the heavy steel door clanged shut behind her. After almost three years, that sound still sent a chill through her. She reminded herself she wouldn’t ever have to hear that sound again after today. Today she was a free woman.

  She followed the guard down the gleaming tiled hallway, the smell of disinfectant stinging her nose. At the door to a reception room at the front of the building she stopped and waited while a second guard unlocked and opened the door. Her lawyer, Anisha Cook, stood on the other side, beaming. She pulled Lacy to her in a hug and Lacy stiffened. That was something else she would have to get used to—being touched. Touching wasn’t allowed in prison—even something as simple as a hug could lead to extra searches, even punishment. But those rules didn’t apply to her anymore, she reminded herself, and awkwardly returned the other woman’s embrace. Anisha, still smiling, released her, and Lacy noticed there were other people in the room—the warden, reporters, her parents.

  “Lacy, what are your feelings, now that your conviction has been overturned?” A sandy-haired man shoved a microphone at her.

  “I’m happy, of course,” she said. “Ready to go home.”

  “Do you have anything to say to Rayford County Sheriff Travis Walker?” another reporter asked.

  So Travis was the sheriff now. Putting a murderer behind bars had probably earned him points with the right people in town. Except he had arrested the wrong person. “I don’t have anything to say to him,” she said.

  “Even though he’s the one who came forward with the evidence that cleared your name?” the reporter asked.

  Travis had done that? She shot a look at Anisha, who nodded. Lacy would have to get the whole story from her later. “That doesn’t make up for the three years I spent behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit,” Lacy said. Three years of her life she would never get back.

  “What are your plans now that you’re free?” the sandy-haired reporter asked.

  Plans? Plans were something a person with a future made—something Lacy hadn’t had until yesterday, when word came down that she was to be released. She had been afraid to believe it was really going to happen until now. “I’m going to go home with my parents and consider my options,” she said.

  She caught her mother’s eye across the room. Jeanette Milligan was openly weeping, tears running down her cheeks, while Lacy’s dad
held her tightly.

  “We need to be going now,” Anisha said. “We ask that you respect Lacy’s privacy as she settles in.” She put her arm around Lacy’s shoulders and guided her toward the door.

  Outside, her mother’s green Subaru Outback waited—the same car she had had when Lacy had entered the Denver Women’s Correctional Facility three years before. Lacy’s dad embraced her and kissed her cheek, then it was her mother’s turn. “I have your old room all ready for you,” her mom said. “And we’re having steak for dinner, and chocolate cake.”

  “Great, Mom.” Lacy forced a smile. Moving back home had seemed the best choice right now, since she had almost no money and no job. It would only be temporary, until she figured out what she was going to do with the rest of her life and got back on her feet. But it still felt like going back in time while the rest of the world moved forward.

  “We’ll get together next week for coffee or something,” Anisha said. “If you need anything before then, just call.” She waved and headed for her own car, then Lacy slid into the back seat of her parents’ car and they were off.

  They tried to make small talk for a while, but soon fell silent. Lacy rested her head against the window and stared out at the summer-browned city landscape, which quickly gave way to the green foothills, and then the Rocky Mountains. Only five more hours until she was home in Eagle Mountain, the little resort town where her family had settled when Lacy was fourteen. Once upon a time, she had thought she would stay in Eagle Mountain forever, but now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe there were too many bad memories there for her to ever be comfortable again.

  Lacy slept, and woke only when her dad pulled the car into the driveway of the Victorian cottage just off Eagle Mountain’s main street that had been their home for the past ten years. A lump rose in Lacy’s throat as she studied the stone walkway that led up to the front porch that spanned the width of the house, with its white-painted posts and railings and lacelike gingerbread trim. The peonies under the railings were in full bloom, like big pink pom-poms filling the flower beds. A banner over the front steps declared Welcome Home Lacy!

  She took her time getting out of the car, fighting the instinct to run up the steps and straight into her room. She was going to have to get used to facing people again, to dealing with their questions about what she had been through and what she planned to do next. She had never been good at that kind of thing, but she was going to have to find a way to cope.

  She started up the walkway, but at the top of the steps, she noticed the uniformed man seated in the porch swing and froze. Travis Walker, all six feet of him, made even taller by the cowboy boots and Stetson he wore, stood and moved toward her. “What are you doing here?” Lacy asked, heart pounding madly. Had there been some mistake? Had he come to arrest her again?

  Travis removed his hat, revealing thick brown hair that fell boyishly over his forehead. When Lacy had first met him in high school, she had thought he was the handsomest boy she had ever seen. Too much had passed between them for her to think that now. “I came to apologize,” he said. “I know it doesn’t make up for all I put you through, but I wanted to say I’m truly sorry. I’ve done what I can to make up for my mistakes.”

  “Your mistakes cost me three years of my life!” Lacy hated the way her voice broke on the words. “You humiliated me in front of everyone I knew. In front of people I’ve never even met. You accused me of the most horrible crime anyone could commit.”

  His face showed the strain he was feeling, his brown eyes pained. “I would give anything to take all of it back,” he said. “But I can’t. All I can do is say again that I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll find it in your heart one day to forgive me.”

  “You don’t deserve my forgiveness,” she said, and rushed past him, tears stinging her eyes. She refused to break down in front of him.

  She paused in the darkened living room, fighting for composure. Her father’s quiet voice drifted to her through the opened screen door. “Give it a few days. This is hard for her—for all of us.”

  “I didn’t mean to intrude on your first day back together,” Travis said. “I just wanted her to know how I felt. It didn’t seem right to wait any longer to apologize. It doesn’t make up for anything, but it had to be said.”

  “And we appreciate it,” her dad said. “We appreciate all you’ve done for her. It says a lot about a man when he’s willing to admit he was wrong.”

  “I’ll leave you alone now,” Travis said. “You deserve your privacy and I have a lot of work to do.”

  “Thank goodness there’s not a lot of crime in Rayford County, but I imagine the job has its challenges,” her dad said.

  “It does,” Travis said. “But right now my priority is finding out who really killed Andy Stenson. I know now that Lacy didn’t kill him, but I have to bring to justice the person who did.”

  * * *

  TRAVIS WALKED AWAY from the Milligan home, down the street shaded by tall evergreens and cottonwoods, up a block to Main. He liked that the town of Eagle Mountain—the only incorporated town in Rayford County—was small enough, and the sheriff’s department centrally located enough, that he could walk almost anywhere. A big part of policing in a rural area like this was simply being a presence. Seeing uniforms on the street made people feel safer, and it made troublemakers think twice about acting up.

  He passed under the large banner advertising Eagle Mountain Pioneer Days Festival, the biggest tourist attraction of the summer for the little town, with a parade and fireworks, outdoor concerts, crafts booths and anything else the town council could think of that would entertain people and induce them to stay a few days and spend money.

  “Sheriff!”

  He turned to see Mayor Larry Rowe striding toward him. Solidly built and energetic, Rowe was a relative newcomer to town who, after a year on the county planning committee, had spent a significant amount of money on his campaign for mayor two years ago—unusual in a town where most public officials ran unopposed. “Mayor.” Travis stopped and waited for the older man to catch up.

  “Sheriff, I wanted to talk to you about security for the festival,” Rowe said.

  “We’ll have plenty of officers patrolling,” Travis said. “I’m putting all of the reserves on duty, and as many of the full-time staff as possible.”

  Rowe nodded. “We don’t want any trouble to detract from the festivities.” He stared down the street, in the direction Travis had come. “I understand Lacy Milligan is back in town.”

  “Yes, I stopped by to see her.”

  “Oh?” The lines on either side of Rowe’s mouth deepened. “How is she?”

  “She’s still processing everything that’s happened, I think.”

  “I hope she doesn’t have any plans to sue the city,” Rowe said. “I’ll have to consult our attorney, prepare for that possibility.”

  “I don’t think she has any plans to sue,” Travis said.

  “Do whatever you can to see that she doesn’t. I have to go now. You’ll keep me posted if any problems arise with the Milligans.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The mayor moved on, and Travis resumed the walk to his office. Though he didn’t consider Rowe a friend, he appreciated that the mayor rarely involved himself in the operation of the sheriff’s department. Travis was free to do his job as he saw fit.

  A ten-minute stroll took Travis back to the office. His office manager, sixty-eight-year-old Adelaide Kinkaid, who refused to even consider retiring—and was sharper than most thirty-year-olds—looked up from her computer screen. “How did it go?” she asked.

  “About like I expected.” Travis hung his Stetson on the rack by the door. “She told me I’d ruined her life and tried not to let me see she was crying.” He shrugged. “In her place, I’d probably feel the same way. I guess I’m lucky she didn’t punch me.”

  “You’re already beating yourse
lf up enough,” Adelaide said.

  “Why are you beating yourself up?” Deputy Gage Walker, Travis’s younger brother, emerged from his office. Taller than Travis by two inches and lighter than him by twenty pounds, Gage looked like the basketball forward he had been in high school, lean and quick.

  “I went over to see Lacy Milligan,” Travis said.

  Gage’s face sobered. “Ouch! That took guts.”

  “It was the least she deserved. Not that she thinks so.”

  “You did what you could,” Gage said. “Now the ball is in her court.”

  “Not exactly.”

  “What do you mean?” Gage asked.

  “I mean, I still have to find Andy Stenson’s killer. And doing that will be easier with her help.”

  “Wait a minute—you proved she was innocent—but you think she knows something?” Gage asked.

  “She can at least walk me through Andy’s records, tell me about his clients. She was his only employee. She may have encountered his murderer, without knowing it.”

  “What about Andy’s widow?” Adelaide asked.

  “Brenda knows nothing about the business,” Travis said. “She’s told me everything she knows, but it’s not enough. I need Lacy to help me.”

  “And I need a million dollars,” Gage said. “But I’m not going to get it.”

  Travis moved into his office and dropped into his chair behind his desk, staring at the stack of papers in his inbox, thinking about Lacy. She was the first murderer he had ever arrested—the only one, actually. He was a deputy with only a few years on the force at the time, and murder was a rare crime in Rayford County. Sheriff’s department calls ran more toward theft, vandalism, domestic violence and what he thought of as tourist calls—lost hikers, lost wallets, lost dogs and people who had locked themselves out of their cars.

  The murder of young attorney Andy Stenson had been a shock to everyone, but the chief suspect had been pretty clear. Lacy Milligan’s prints had been found on the murder weapon, she had been overheard arguing with Andy that afternoon and someone had seen a woman who matched Lacy’s description—from her build to her dark hair—outside the office shortly before the time of Andy’s death.