In Her Sights (5 page)

She failed. The up-close view of her apricot-soft skin, the fullness of her lips, and the pulse beating at her neck only served to tempt him more. Lord, she was sexy like this.

“What are you trying to do to me, Luke?”

“Uh, guys, I’m gonna do a little stretching,” Gabe said, scooting down the bench.

“Keep it down to a low roar, okay? You’ve got an audience.”

Several cops had paused in their workout to stare. Luke met the curiosity with a glare that’d made more than one Ranger in his unit back off. Within seconds, the voyeurs ducked their heads and returned to their workout.

“Let’s take this private.” Luke grasped Jasmine’s arm and tugged her into a small alcove. She jerked away and faced him toe-to-toe.

“What—”

“I get it. You have a problem with the article,” he interrupted. He didn’t mention that he’d sent out queries on her, looking into a past that didn’t seem to exist.

“Cut the crap,” Jasmine said. “You didn’t think I had a right to know last night that you’d plastered me on the front page?”

“We were…distracted. Why are you so upset about that article? I made you into a hero. Most people would be happy.”

“Do I look happy to you? The article should never have happened, and I intend to make sure the so-called follow-up dies a quick death.”

She vibrated with a tension he didn’t understand. Her intensity, her…he couldn’t call it anything but desperation. Most wouldn’t see it. Jasmine had a wall around her so thick few could get through, but Luke recognized the anxiety. This was about more than the article. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. The more he dug into her past, the more he had to wonder what Jasmine had to hide.

Leaning back, he settled his body into a position of casual indifference. “Is there some reason you don’t want anyone to know who you are and what you do?”

The green flecks in her eyes blazed even brighter. Breathing hard, she jammed her fists against her hips. “You know better than anyone SWAT is a team. Why did you single me out? I’ve had a tough enough time fitting in as it is.”

“
You’re
the one who took the shot. You killed the bad guy, so you’re the story my editor wants. He likes to sell papers.”

“I just do my job, Luke. I don’t want to stand out from my team. I don’t need that kind of attention right now.”

“Why is
right now
different?”

He rubbed the spot tingling at his temple. She eyed the movement, her expression guarded, and slowly Luke forced his hand down. Did she remember the quirk as clearly as he recalled every time they’d set fire to the sheets?

He shook his head. He had to stop thinking about sex, but standing near her made that difficult. She captivated him with every word, every gesture.

She exhaled sharply. “I just want to be left alone.”

“Well, we can’t always have what we want, Jasmine. You told me that once. I learned it in spades after you left.”

He’d never forget that last night. He’d been hurting. Had thought they had the potential for something…special after six months of dating. He’d been wrong. He’d needed her support, and she’d walked out without a second look. His life had changed profoundly soon after—when he’d learned about Joy. He’d put Jasmine out of his mind and out of his life. Until now. He had a job to do. He wouldn’t let their history stop him.

Luke pulled a notebook from his pocket. “How about some background information for the next article? Where did you learn to shoot? Did your father teach you?”

Her jaw tightened and she shivered, just slightly. He’d shaken her with his question.

“I didn’t know my father, Luke. He wasn’t a hero like yours.”

The words escaped as if she couldn’t stop them. That small statement was more than she’d revealed the entire time they’d dated.

She stared at him, her expression troubled, almost vulnerable. “Don’t write another article about me, Luke. Please.”

Jasmine Parker? Vulnerable? Armadillos had less armor, and yet he’d seen something today in her he’d never seen before. Fear. Why did she want to stay under the radar so desperately?

A shadow fell across them. “Well, well, well.” Tower’s sarcastic voice rose above the noise of the gym. “Colorado’s newest celebrity and the reporter who made her. More interviews? I would’ve thought you’d had enough, Parker.”

Jasmine’s countenance went flat and cold. She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m surprised to see you here, Deputy Tower. I didn’t think you liked to sweat.”

Tower smiled. “It’s true. I prefer to make others do it.”

The tension in the gym rose sharply as the team gathered around the alcove, watching, waiting. Jasmine’s stance was ready, like a panther waiting to pounce.

“Gentlemen, a word of caution.” Tower addressed the suddenly quiet room. “Steer clear of Parker, unless you want to get dragged into her mess.”

Luke had heard enough. He stepped forward, but before he could intercede, Jasmine’s clipped words sliced through the air.

“Don’t threaten me, Tower. I won’t forget it.”

“Your fans think they know you,” he sneered and sent a sidelong glance to Luke. “Don’t you, Montgomery? The truth needs to come out. We all know she didn’t get the job because she deserved it.”

To hell with becoming drinking buddies with this jerk to get an in with his old man. Luke would bring them down another way. “Back off. Now.”

“Or what? You’ll take me out with your pen? I’m real scared.”

“Would you like to step outside?” The idea had appeal. He
could
take the guy out twenty different ways in less than ten seconds—with or without the pen.

Jasmine’s shoulders flexed, as if she were ready for battle. “Cool it, Luke. I don’t need you to fight for me.”

So she thought she could get him to back down with a few words…and yet he watched as she faced Tower. She was amazing.

“I earned my spot. Unlike you…” she turned to Tower, “who’s been trading on
Daddy’s
position his entire life.”

Tower’s countenance twisted in anger, but he didn’t retreat. Was the man an idiot?

“If you’re accusing Jazz of being unqualified,” Gabe said, stepping forward, “you’d better have proof.”

Tower’s face turned snide. “I have confirmation she’s a liar.” He paused, letting his words settle around him. “Ask your illustrious sniper what her real name is. Because it sure as hell’s not Jazz Parker.”

Luke’s attention snapped to Jasmine. He waited for the explosion, for the rebuttal, but she said nothing. She seemed frozen in place.

“No comment, Parker?” Tower taunted. “Didn’t think so. Like I said, only the beginning.”

Silence blanketed the gym. No one breathed.

Tower turned, and the sea of men parted as he swaggered out of the gym.

Unlike the others, Luke didn’t turn to watch the troublemaker leave. Instead he studied Jasmine. No fire or anger burned in her eyes. Her face had gone milk-white, and her stricken look sickened his soul.

Without a word, the men mumbled and shuffled back to their exercise equipment, unable to meet her gaze.

“My name is Jazz Parker,” she whispered, too softly for anyone but him to hear.

Her words were too late. Tower had left her flayed open and vulnerable. Luke had to uncover the truth now. He just prayed Tower or his father were the ones guilty of corruption and that Jasmine’s secrets weren’t as bad as he feared.

The aroma of fresh-baked bread and oatmeal cookies permeated the Montgomery house in an unchanging Sunday lunch ritual. Even after the family had lost their father, Patrick, to a wayward bullet during a convenience store robbery, the comforting tradition lived on. Since Patrick’s other four sons were out of town, though, Luke and Gabe had the living room to themselves.

“I’ve talked to everyone, called in favors. I even contacted an old-fashioned clipping service to search the surrounding states,” Luke muttered. “It’s like she didn’t exist before coming to college in the Denver metro area.” He fingered the all-too-short stack of clippings littering the coffee table. “She’s lived in the same apartment in Arvada since then. I found a few sports articles, a mention of a few arrests she made while at the Arvada Police Department, and then a blurb about her being named sniper to the Jefferson County SWAT Team. Other than that, nothing.”

“That’s crazy, Luke. I know she hates publicity, and being singled out put her in a tough spot with the team, but we’ve known her for almost three years. You dated her for six months. You can’t say we don’t know anything about her.”

“She avoided talking about herself. Turned around every question I asked into a quiz on our family.” Luke cursed under his breath, irritated at the unanswered inquiries burning inside him. “You’re one to talk,” he countered. “How much do you know about her past, other than she’s blown away every cop’s score on the target range, including your own, little brother?”

A tense silence stretched before Gabe answered, his voice quiet, “She still gets to you. More than Joy’s mother, more than anyone. You two could’ve spontaneously combusted at the gym yesterday, and I wouldn’t have been surprised.”

“Tower doused that heat pretty quickly with his accusation. What gets me is she didn’t fight back.”

Gabe grabbed the contraband bag of chips and paced the living room, his unchanneled frustration obvious in every step. “Tower gives cops a bad name. Even IA. You should’ve seen him ragging on her in the den yesterday. Arrogant, nosy piece of scum. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t think I’d mind too much if you found out he was on the take.”

Messing with the fins of Joy’s favorite toy, Hero, Luke resisted the urge to rub the ache at his temple. He’d listened to Gabe’s tirade and, coupled with Tower’s attitude in the bar, he’d figured out more than his brother intended.

“How long has Tower been using IA to scrounge for evidence on Jasmine?”

Gabe came to an abrupt halt. “How do you know about the IA investigation?”

Satisfaction tugged at the corners of Luke’s mouth, but when he leaned back in his chair the implications for Jasmine weighed on him. “I didn’t. Until you just confirmed it.”

“Anyone ever tell you being a human radar detector is downright annoying?”

“Got it from Mom.”

“Yeah, well, it’s just as irritating now as when Mom discovered we’d sneaked out with Steve Paretti and Derek Mason to meet up with the Smithson sisters for a little touch football in high school.”

“Quit trying to change the subject. A few weeks ago I received a reliable tip about cops on the take. Now Tower is using IA to build a case against Jasmine. The timing makes me wonder if there’s a connection.” Luke shifted in his chair. The instincts that had kept him alive in the Middle East thrummed in warning. He knew not to ignore the feelings. “So, little brother, do
you
think there’s anything to his allegations? Is Jasmine Parker her real name, and if not, what’s she hiding?”

His brother didn’t speak for a moment, then his jaw tightened. “She was admitted to the police academy. They do background checks on all the applicants. If there was something serious to find, she wouldn’t be a cop.”

“Maybe Tower’s twisting the facts to make her look bad.”

“Joy Marie Montgomery! Don’t you move!” A frantic yell came from the kitchen. “Luke!”

He bounded out of his chair and raced into the room, Gabe pounding behind him. Luke’s heart stopped as he caught sight of his three-year-old daughter perched on top of the china closet, an impish grin splitting her face. He’d face down the Taliban without a qualm, but the sight of his baby girl nearly eight feet off the ground brought him to his knees.

“I don’t know how…” his mother said, her hands shaking.

Luke lowered his voice, searching for a calm he didn’t feel. “Joy, you stay very still. Daddy will get you down, okay?”

His daughter stuck out her bottom lip and shook her head with ferocity. Luke froze.

“Want Uncle Gabe to catch me. I want to fly like Uncle Zach.”

Luke sent his brother a pleading glance.

“She’s your kid all right,” Gabe muttered under his breath and positioned himself, his hands only a few inches beneath his niece. “All right, you little daredevil, come to Uncle Gabe.”

Joy launched herself into the air, giggling, and Gabe caught her midair.

Luke’s heart beat again. He grabbed his daughter from his brother’s arms and settled her on his knee. “Joy Montgomery, don’t ever do that again. Do you hear me?”

She simply smiled, her eyes lit with excitement. “Did you see me? I flew, Daddy. Just like Uncle Zach in his movie.”

Gabe leaned over Luke’s shoulder. “I vote to cage our miniature superhero. With no movie privileges.”

“You know the rules, Joy,” Luke said. “No climbing on the furniture. And you know the consequences.”

Limpid eyes pooled with tears, and Joy bowed her head. Luke felt himself waver, but the love for his daughter strengthened his resolve.

“Three minutes in ‘time out,’” he said.

Joy gave her father, then her uncle, and finally her grandmother a longing look, but finding no weakness in them, she moped off to a corner stool.

Luke shook his head at his mother, whose starched apron and left cheek were dusted with flour. “My darling daughter is going to be the death of me,” he mused. “I’m supposed to protect her, and her fearlessness terrifies me more than anything I faced overseas.”