Cut and Run(9)

“Tell me you aren’t in trouble,” Kat said. “He looks like he wants to arrest someone.”

“I’m not in trouble. But how about you? Are you still maintaining our noncybercrime pact? No hacking into systems to snoop around.”

Kat shrugged a thin shoulder, as if they were talking about simply surfing the net. “I haven’t broken any laws.”

Faith didn’t press. The kid was trying, and that was good enough for her. “Good. Would you offer that gentleman by the bar more food?”

Kat rolled her eyes. “That guy has eaten almost two trays on his own.”

“He and his wife donated the land for the shelter. It would be nice to keep him happy.”

Kat didn’t move. “The Ranger doesn’t look happy.”

He never did. “I’ll handle him.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Shrugging, Kat strode over to the judge.

Faith waited until the girl was out of earshot before she approached Hayden. “Good evening, Captain Hayden. I didn’t think you’d make it.”

The times she’d seen Hayden and his late wife together made her believe soul mates did in fact exist. After Sierra’s death, he’d left Austin to work near the border, but now after four years, he was back with a new promotion that he was still trying on for size.

“Nice award,” Hayden said.

She held it up so he could see Sierra’s name. “It’s an honor.”

He studied the etched words with a silent, deliberate presence that made her skin tingle and her soul tinge with guilt.

Three weeks ago, she’d attended the site visit for this event. The committee had toured the hotel for almost an hour. After the group had dispersed, she’d been in no rush to go home, so she’d wandered into the hotel bar. She’d been sipping a martini when he’d tossed his Cattleman felt hat on the bar beside her. She’d waved away his apology for having missed the meeting, ordered him a bourbon, and made small talk. He’d never mentioned his Kevlar vest, which had caught a slug that morning, but after a long pause had said he was staying at the hotel. And, well, one thing led to another.

The sex had been purely physical. No kissing. No talk of affection. No one was looking for a soul mate. And it suited them both. Since then, they’d met at this hotel six times. Both had seemed to accept it wouldn’t last, so each had taken care to keep the affair secret.

His dark gaze swept quickly over her white blouse and slacks. “Did you raise a lot of money tonight?”

“Yep, and then some.”

“Sorry I was late.”

“No apologies.”

“Any word from Jack Crow’s daughter?”

“I left her a voicemail message,” she said.

Death was a constant factor in her line of work, but she never wanted to dwell on it.

“Room 701,” he offered.

A tingle shot up her spine. “I hope you got a room with a view.”

“It has a bed.”

“That’ll do.”

Mitchell Hayden wasn’t pretty boy handsome. His eyes were too deep set and his jaw too broad to resemble anything classical. Toss in a nose that looked as if it had been broken once or twice, and you ended up with a face that resembled a street brawler’s. There was a sharp intelligence in those gray eyes that missed little. When Faith was in his sights, just for a little while, she forgot about the youth center, Kat’s precarious future, and Jack Crow.

“I’ll need another half hour here,” she said.

“No rush.”

Kat approached the two of them with a tray holding a fresh martini and bourbon. “Last call.”

Faith drew in a breath as she swapped her partly drunk martini for the new. She didn’t hide her irritation that this underage girl was thumbing her nose at state and federal law by serving alcohol.

Hayden took the bourbon. “How old are you, kid?”

“Twenty-six,” Kat said without pausing.

He shook his head as he sipped. “What year were you born in?”

“1992.”

He grinned. “You’re quick. I’ll give you that. But pick up another tray with booze on it, and I’ll call your caseworker.”

Kat rolled her eyes as if she hated the attention, but Faith knew the stunt was designed specifically to elicit a response. Negative attention was better than none.

“Roger that, Captain.” Kat made a show of saluting. “The bus is leaving for the shelter. Thanks for the gig, Faith.”

“Glad you could make it. Don’t forget I’m taking you to your prenatal visit on Wednesday.”

“Can’t wait.” A bit of Kat’s attitude faded as it always did when the baby was mentioned. She left the two, sauntering across the room as if daring the bus to leave her.

“What’s that kid’s story?” Hayden asked.

He’d always paid close attention when Faith had made presentations at the board meetings, but he rarely asked questions about the kids at the shelter. Both he and his sister had made generous donations in Sierra’s name, but they always remained on the periphery.

“She’s smart as a whip. Knows computers inside and out. Mother used drugs, and father laundered money for a drug cartel. Both are now dead. The last foster family kicked her out after they found out about the baby, so the shelter is her best bet now. She’ll turn eighteen in December, and then I’m not sure what’s next for her.”