On Fire (9 page)

“With the timed delay, he could have set the stage and made the drive with time to spare.”

He glanced at her. “Where’s the fun in that?”

She stepped into a slender ray of light entering from a hole in the ceiling and gave an approving nod. “Exactly. What pyromaniac doesn’t stick around to watch the show?”

“One who isn’t obsessed with fire,” Jared answered, which he knew was impossible.

“Then he’s not a pyro, is he?”

“I’m following. We’ve already noted that the materials used to build the structures our subject selected were not the most flammable choices.” Jared rested a hand on the butt of his gun. “What are some of the other reasons to start a fire? We talked about insurance payouts. Maybe revenge? Damn it, the incendiary devices are tripping us up. Like you said, they’re too sophisticated, too meticulously built.”

“Right. Someone loves them, loves working on them, loves imagining the destruction they’re going to cause.”

“So we’re back to a pyro who doesn’t get off on his own fires.” He stared at her. “What are you thinking?”

“That maybe what you said about Merkerson passing the baton to a protégé is spot-on. What if they’re working together, with Merkerson teaching the ropes, deliberately starting off with a small town and structures that are manageable?”

“A training ground.”

“Yeah.”

Jared’s mouth curved grimly. “I’m liking this.”

“It pulls more of the threads together.”

Impressed, he asked, “How long have you been thinking along these lines?”

She stepped deeper into the building. “Since the tip came in.
How do you have a torch igniting a fire in one town and a tipster in another? Two people. Occam’s razor.”

“But you waited until the third fire to shout out for help?”

“It wasn’t my call.” Darcy opened a door that led outside, flooding the interior with dappled sunlight. “Then I made it my call.”

He followed. “I’m hung up on something.”

“You, too?”

“Those sophisticated time bombs you talked about—they’re better than they were back in the day. If it is Merkerson, he’s upped his game over the years. He’s been honing his weapons of destruction, modernizing them, which means he’s been somewhere he could acquire the tools and substances he needed.”

“Not jail, then.” She paused at the end of a walkway that emptied into a small patio surrounded by the kennels. Her eyes took on that faraway look again.

Drawing to a halt beside her, he asked quietly, “What are you seeing?”

“Memories.” She pointed to a kennel and her breath left her in a rush. “Dani locked me in there once—for an hour—because I ripped the knee on her favorite pair of jeans when I borrowed them…without her permission.”

He set his hand at the small of her back, offering what support he could. “I knew you were a troublemaker.”

Darcy leaned into his touch. “I always thought it was stupid that so many fugitives stick around familiar locations. If they value their freedom, I’d think they’d want to get out of the country. Maybe that’s what Merkerson did. Canada, maybe? Or Mexico?”

“We can share his photo and see if anything shakes loose.” Jared took another look around. “But this location is remote. He would’ve had to hear about it from someone familiar with it, or he would’ve had to come here himself and find it on his own. Wouldn’t be something he’d accomplish in a day.”

“He might’ve stayed here awhile? Is that what you’re thinking?” She turned toward him. “A snake in the grass, how creepy.”

Cupping her face, he took her mouth. The kiss was slow and simmering, a gentle stroking of tongues and brushing of lips. He continued until his breathing was fast and she was pressed against him. Pulling back, he studied her eyes and found them dazed and hot with desire, which was a damn sight better than seeing them filled with shadows. “That’s better. Now we can go.”

DARCY’S LIPS WERE
still tingling when they pulled up to the curb in front of the Sweet Spot. More profound—and infinitely scarier—was the warmth he’d pushed through her with his kiss, thawing the knot of ice that had settled in her stomach.

Jared got to her. Far too deeply and easily, and she didn’t know how to deal with it. It was outside the scope of her experience.

She loved men. She was fascinated by them and enjoyed the hell out of them, but they were accessories. There was too much going on in her life, too many things that took up her time. Dani called her a heartbreaker. Darcy hadn’t ever set out to hurt anyone, but it had been known to happen.

Looking at Jared over the hood of her work truck, Darcy wondered why
he
had to be the one to get under her skin. What was it about him? He was testy and brusque when he was in a good mood, and an ass when he was in a bad one.

One of his brows arched over the top of his sunglasses, a gesture that said,
What are you staring at?

You
.
You’re affecting me. Stop it.
Instead she said, “You can’t blame me for ogling. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”

“Keep thinking that way. Are you coming?”

“Not unless you need me. I don’t have anything to add to my report.” She couldn’t face the ruins of another place she loved. The
shelter had been bad enough. Visiting the site again had hit her harder than she would have expected. Because of Jared. He’d opened her up, found a way inside her through the hairline fractures he had created, and left her vulnerable to the reality of her losses in a way she hadn’t been before.

With a curt nod, he ducked under the crime scene tape and stepped through the frame of what used to be a large front display window. It had exploded outward during the fire, showering the sidewalk with glass.

The proprietress of the adjacent jewelry store waved at Darcy through her matching window, then stepped outside. She was a statuesque brunette with cornflower blue eyes and bone structure to make a plastic surgeon weep in awe. With her waist-length black hair swaying around her shoulders, Nadine Bender glided over and joined Darcy in leaning into the truck. “Is that the Fed?”

“Deputy U.S. Marshal,” Darcy qualified, her eyes riveted to Jared as he examined what was left of the shop. He got a particular look on his face when he was focused on work. It was laser bright, sharp as a blade, and sexy as hell.

Nadine whistled. “He’s a looker.”

“Absolutely.”

“You sure can pick ’em. You’ve got a thing for men in uniform. Chris, Jim, and now this guy.”

“Deputy Cameron,” Darcy supplied as Nadine bumped shoulders with her.

They’d gone to school together, from kindergarten through high school. Like Darcy, Nadine had fled Lion’s Bay as soon as she graduated, then came back. They joked that the town was like a vortex, inexorably sucking natives back into it.

“All I did was call in the cavalry.” Darcy shrugged. “I can’t take any credit for his hotness.”

“And you snagged him straightaway. I can see it in the way he
looks at you. If I thought you were purposely grabbing all the sexy men, I’d hate you. You’ve always been the biggest guy magnet. Makes me pea green.”

“You’re way prettier than I am, Nadine. Always have been.”

“Doesn’t matter. You have this vibe that drives men wild.”

“That’s not always a good thing,” she muttered as a patrol car parked behind her truck.

Miller grabbed his hat off the passenger seat and unfolded from behind the wheel. His gaze was on Darcy as he set the hat on his head and shut the door.

“Hey, Chris,” Nadine greeted with a wave. “How are you this fine early afternoon?”

“I’ve been better.” He glanced at Nadine long enough to manage a smile. “How’s the store?”

“A little worse for wear, but open for business. The insurance adjuster will be out later to take a look.”

“Good.” He nodded and came to a stop before Darcy, his warm brown eyes shaded by the brim of his hat. “Everything all right with you?”

“Yes, sir, Sheriff. Deputy Cameron is just checking out the scene.”

Nadine backed away. “I’m going to head back to work.”

Darcy shot her a look that said,
Don’t you dare,
but the other woman just grinned mischievously and backed away.

Chris leaned back against the truck next to her. Too close. When he crossed his arms, his biceps brushed hers.

“Where’s Deputy Morales?” Darcy asked.

“She was making some phone calls and Jim was helping her out with some things. So I thought I’d find you and see if you needed anything.”

She exhaled softly, feeling that tiny twinge of discomfort that came with knowing someone’s interest was deeper than could be reciprocated. She and Chris had dated in high school. He’d been
prom king to her prom queen. They’d had fun together, been wild and reckless as kids usually were, and she’d enjoyed being with him, but it had never been serious for her. He was a good guy in a lot of ways. Plus, he kept himself in prime shape and was great looking. But he didn’t get to her, not the way she needed.

“I’m set,” she answered. “I’ve turned everything I have over to Deputy Cameron.”

“I’d heard that.” The intimation in his tone put her back up.

Darcy straightened away from the truck and faced him from the sidewalk. “Watch it, Chris.”

“I think we need to talk about this. Why are you always going for a dead end? First Jim, then this guy—” He gestured toward Jared with a flick of his wrist. “I’m right here, Darcy. We’re good together. You know that.”

“Seriously? We dated when we were kids for chrissakes.”

“We have history,” he argued. “Who knows you better?”

“Honestly, Chris, you don’t know me at all.” She thought back to when she’d woken up to Jared in her bed. The things she’d said to him…the raw sexual things she’d demanded of him…She could never say such things to Chris. It didn’t matter how long she’d known him. The connection she needed to be so open wasn’t there. “Where is this coming from anyway?”

“I’ve been patient, Darcy.” Pushing off his hat, he ran a hand through his thick mahogany hair. His eyes were hot with frustration. “I mean, you’re back in Lion’s Bay. I figured that was the big step. I knew you had some adjusting to do so I’ve kind of hovered on the side.”

“Come on, Chris. Are we going to have this conversation now? Here? Really?”

“I know you’re going through a rough time. You need someone solid, Darcy. Someone who can anchor you. Not Jim and not some fly-by-night outsider.”

“We’re not talking about this,” she said, low and quiet. “You’re under a lot of pressure at the moment. We all are. So I’m going to give you a pass today and forget you brought this up.”

“I should’ve asked you out before now. Is that what you’re saying? I tried to do the right thing by giving you some space, but I gave you too much space.”

She sighed. “Who knows? Maybe if you’d asked me out when I first got back, I might have said yes. Maybe I wouldn’t have. We’ll never know. It’s a moot point right now. I’m working. So are you. And I’m presently involved with someone.”

“Involved?” he snorted. “He’s passing through, Darcy. Don’t forget that.”

“I haven’t, but
you
seem to have or your boxers wouldn’t be in a twist and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We’re going to collar our torch, Chris, and everything is going to go back to the way it was, then you’ll be embarrassed over this conversation. Let’s put it behind us.”

Jared walked out of the building. “Everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine,” Darcy said. “Sheriff Miller just wanted to offer his assistance.”

“You get Deputy Morales the list of part-time residents, Sheriff?”

Chris straightened and shoved his hat back on his head. “Your partner’s got everything she asked for.”

“Good.” Jared bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile. “Morales will let you know if we need anything further.”

She waited until Chris had driven away to say, “See? You underestimated yourself. You worked with him just fine…without your fists.”

“He managed not to talk too much.” He looked at her. “But he was laying it on thick for you. You handled that well.”

Shrugging, she moved to the truck. “That wasn’t his style. This case is really getting to him, I guess.”

“Or the thought of you with another man is.” He opened the passenger door and paused, looking at her. With one arm draped on the roof of the cab and the other resting on the window frame, he looked casual, relaxed, and extremely delicious. “You know, being so easygoing with your brush-offs make them harder to accept.”

“Why?”

“Because women are supposed to be emotional. Pissed off, vengeful, sad…whatever. Something. Brushing a man off like a gnat makes us realize we never got to you at all. Or that we were much too easy to get over.”

“That’s sexist.”

“Maybe. No one’s ever accused me of being PC.” He pushed his sunglasses up, revealing cool blue eyes that scorched her. “I want to go to Seattle, take a look around the area where the tipster placed his phone call. And I want to take you to lunch. Since it’s your day off, it’s not a problem for you to get away, is it?”

“No.” And she wouldn’t have to wear her uniform. She was looking forward to hitting him with something flirty. “I just need to change my clothes and my ride.”

His slow, sexy smile did a number on her. She stood there a moment, absorbing the sensation of being so highly attracted to a man. Not just physically, but in every way. He’d called her easygoing and she thought that was true. She’d long avoided drama with men and anyone who was high maintenance. But her irritable lover wasn’t scaring her away. She wanted more of him, the good and the bad, the rough and the smooth.

“Ready?” he asked.

“No,” she said honestly, “but that’s not stopping me.”