His Arch Enemy's Daughter

Ashlyn sighed, donning her “bad girl” facade, planting a hand on her hip, quirking her mouth into a carefree grin. The town expected her to be contrary, running around causing her share of tongue clucking, so why not oblige them?

Her stance hardly reflected the hurt inside. Hurt caused by years of hiding in shadows.

“It’d probably be easier for all of us if I accepted blame and said that this is pocket money. That I was just about to vandalize the Trainor property with some April Fool’s flair.”

She’d rather die than let them know her real motive. Ashlyn hadn’t known Emma’s daughter, Janey, very well, but when she’d heard that the insurance company wasn’t covering all of Janey’s hospital bills, she’d gotten angry. Outraged, as a matter of fact.

She’d figured that it’d be the proper thing to do, leaving some anonymous cash so Janey could pay for her treatments. Breast cancer was costly in more than one way.

But now, from the looks of Emma and Sheriff Reno, Ashlyn knew she had a lot more explaining to do. Fat chance. They’d never believe that a dilettante like her cared about anything. No one in town had ever believed it.

When she focused back on Emma and the sheriff, they were looking at her as if she’d sprouted a tarnished halo—and it was pierced through her nose, to boot.

Couldn’t she have thought of a more creative excuse?

The sheriff hovered over Ashlyn, making her feel about two feet tall. He stuffed the money back into her hand. “Was it too common for you to simply ring Emma’s doorbell, maybe send a check through the mail?”

She wanted to blurt out that he was missing the point. She didn’t want anyone to know that she’d done a kind deed. Ashlyn Spencer was from a greedy family, and half of Kane’s Crossing wouldn’t pay credence to the rumor of her benevolence anyway. So why try to elaborate?

Sheriff Reno ran his gaze from her head to her curling toes, his expression lingering somewhere between a half-hearted sigh of mirth and a frown of suspicion. She got the distinct feeling that he wasn’t used to smiling.

“Let’s go,” he said, as if she had stolen the money from Emma Trainor and was a certified criminal.

Emma’s eyes had softened, her hand reaching out helplessly to Ashlyn. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it with a smack.

Ashlyn felt like telling her to not apologize after all these years. It was natural to assume that she was up to no good. After all, she’d been making trouble a habit ever since her seventh year, ever since she’d stared at those cave walls and learned a hard lesson or two about life.

As she and Sam turned around to leave, Ashlyn bent and casually placed the bundle of money on the porch, not even pausing to mark Emma’s final reaction. Sam waited for her, then matched her pace as they walked away. When they were out of hearing distance, she couldn’t curb a self-protective shrug. “I suppose the fairies told me to do it, Sheriff.” She followed up with a sugar-sweet grin.

“Fairies,” muttered Sam Reno, shaking his head while he gestured toward his car.

Behind them, Emma’s porch light winked off, leaving a sense of moon-bathed quiet. “What, don’t you believe in that stuff?” she asked.

They’d moved down the lawn, toward Sam’s car. He must have cut his engine at some point, rolling the vehicle to a stop so he could sneak up on Emma and her trespasser with the utmost stealth.

You had to admire that kind of sneakiness, she thought. She would’ve done the same thing.

He hadn’t answered her flippant question, but this silence was killing her need to lighten the mood. So she continued.

“Understand, Sheriff? I’m talking about fairies, sprites, gremlins… You know gremlins are the worst. Downright mean suckers.”

More pressing subjects were obviously on his mind. “Trespassing isn’t looked on too kindly around here.”

That put Ashlyn in her place. “Okay, okay. So at the age of twenty-four, I should be doing more productive things, like sitting around in my baby dolls, popping chocolates and filing my nails. Yeah, that sounds more acceptable, more bourgeoisie. More Spencer-like.”

Night creatures serenaded them as they walked. She became very aware of her choppy breath, the feel of his large body tracking hers.

“What you did for Janey was real nice,” he said.

A sarcastic comeback tipped the edge of her tongue. Yeah, Emma fell all over herself thanking me for the trouble.

But she kept her peace, not wanting the sheriff to know how much the other woman’s judgmental first impression had hurt. Her unwillingness to imagine that Ashlyn could do anything decent was a slap in the face, leaving a mark as dark as her family’s reputation.

“Well, Sheriff Reno, I think you’ll find that the word ‘nice’ doesn’t exactly apply to me. Besides, I never admitted to doing anything back there.”

He stopped and looked at her, his eyes boring into her soul.

Was he a real cop? Sheriff Carson would’ve taken great umbrage at her blunt tone and shone the flashlight in her eyes in a misguided power trip. He would’ve hauled her into the jailhouse just for the fun of it.

She allowed her gaze to skim over Sheriff Reno’s hard body. Let’s see, he’d been two years ahead of Chad, her esteemed brother, in high school…maybe he was around thirty-three.

In her younger years she’d enjoyed making Sheriff Carson chase her around a little, just to get his goat. But this sheriff was in shape, would catch her in a minute flat. Not that being caught by him would be a horrible thing.

She grinned, her heart beating a little faster. He wasn’t bad for a thirty-three-year-old. As far as she could see, he had long legs, a flat stomach, arms and shoulders that filled his jacket to great effect…

Wouldn’t her father kill her if she got involved with Sam Reno, the foster brother of Nick Cassidy, the man who’d ruined her family?

The whole town had gotten into quite a snit when Nick had strutted right into Kane’s Crossing to give her once-wealthy father and brother, Chad, a taste of their own medicine. While both men had been in Europe, Nick had taken over the Spencers’ businesses, given them to the poor families in town, teaching her own family a lesson about compassion. Not that the Spencers had learned anything from the debacle. Even now, starch-collared lawyers were scrambling to get back their old properties, to place them back on their self-imposed throne.

And they’d been partly successful, too. The Spencers now had control of their toy factory again, a business they’d sneaked in and purchased with the cunning common to a snake.

She didn’t like to be thought of as a snake. Being a normal citizen in Kane’s Crossing would’ve suited Ashlyn just fine.

Sam Reno himself would probably end up with a girl from a normal family—one who reminded him of home-cooked dinners, hand-knit sweaters and white-lace kitchen aprons.

She had to admit though—he was tempting. Her stomach tingled just thinking about snuggling into his jacket, next to his chest, his arms enveloping her with strength.

Then again, Sam had his reasons for hating the Spencers. And he’d probably arrest her out of pure disdain if he could read her thoughts.

She tried to ignore the way his gaze combed over her, the way it slammed her heart against her ribcage. She started walking toward his car, sorry that she hadn’t taken her own vehicle out for a cruise tonight.

His voice surged from behind her. “Are you still in college?”

Ashlyn grinned at the small talk, tossing her words carelessly over her shoulder. “Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Say, you’re just giving me a ride home, right? No arrests for trespassing or anything?”

She heard him shifting around his utility belt, adjusting his squawking walkie-talkie. For a minute she thought maybe he was going to cuff her.

“Please, Sheriff. I’ve got all the silver jewelry I’ll ever need.”

His long steps caught him up with her, and he stuck out his hand, car keys jangling. “We’re just going to my office.”

“You are arresting me?”

At this point, her golden-boy brother would’ve whipped out his business card, would’ve asked the new sheriff if he realized whom he was dealing with. But Ashlyn had never been held in the same esteem as her worshipped brother. Not by the town, thank goodness. And not by her parents.

Did Sam Reno want to make himself look good in front of an upstanding citizen like Emma Trainor? Well, he sure was doing a fine job of carrying out his sheriffly duties.

Sam Reno chuckled, even though she wasn’t sure what was so funny.