The proverbial ball was in RMJ's court. They had to successfully hack into the feed of the security camera at the Los Diablos compound, or the nighttime raid would never happen. Moreover, Travis might not know anything—good or bad—for hours. It left him with a dilemma.
What was he supposed to do with Cassidy?
The lone hotel in town, Pleasant Pines Inn, rarely had vacancies. He had no other option besides letting her stay in his office. It meant he had to fill those endless hours with small talk. Travis said, "I hate like hell that we lost touch," he said. "What happened to you? Didn't you want to be a doctor?" he said. "You even won the Wyoming Science Fair, right?"
"You'd think winning the Science Fair would mean knowing how to prevent a pregnancy, but once I had Brittney, I put my own dreams on hold so that I could make sure she got a good start in life. Money was tight, but eventually I was able to go back to school and become a nurse." Cassidy bit her bottom lip. "Will my daughter ever be okay?"
"I'm going to do everything I can to protect her. That's why I brought in RMJ. Together, we'll bring your daughter home."
She nodded, then said, "You know, you avoided my question earlier. Is what you're doing legal? Earlier, you said that you needed warrants and such. What changed?"
"Why are you asking me that? Earlier you weren't willing to wait for justice to turn." Cassidy pressed her lips together.
His gaze was drawn to her mouth. He moved closer—so close that the lightly floral scent of her perfume surrounded him.
She continued, "I care what happens to you."
In conducting a midnight raid without the proper authority, Travis could kiss his chances at being the next sheriff in Pleasant Pines goodbye. Yet, he'd never admit that to Cassidy. Instead, he said, "For most people, the law is pretty black-and-white. What we're doing is definitely gray."
"I could hire RMJ myself, right? That way, you wouldn't be involved."
He shook his head.
"No? Because you think I don't have enough money? I don't need your pity."
Travis looked at her sharply. "I don't feel sorry for you."
Cassidy leaned forward, closing the distance between them. "You don't?" she asked. "What do you feel for me?"
Women flirted with Travis all the time, and yeah, he'd dated his fair share. It was never really serious, though. Yet, Cassidy was different. Sure, they had a past. But there was something more to her words, to her tone. There was a longing in her voice—one half seeking its match.
Was he the one who could make her whole?
The phone he wore in a holster on his hip vibrated with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen. "It's Martinez."
He swiped to accept the call. "This is Travis. I've got Cassidy with me."
"Good," said Martinez. "Because we have a huge problem."
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