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Melissa closed the door, shutting Dex outside and hoping he left immediately. She had come close to allowing him to come in. But if she had, she might have asked him to stay all night.

And that would be a mistake.

It had taken her months to get over him when he’d walked out of her life in college. She’d dreamed about him for even longer. Worse, she’d compared every date she’d ever had to Dex and no one had come close to measuring up.

Eventually she’d just stopped dating. Had accepted the fact that marriage wasn’t for her, that her family was the people she served. They needed her.

Worse tonight...the shelter she’d given so much of her heart and time to was a crime scene.

She dropped her keys and purse on the side table, flipped on the light and scanned the living room. The faded blue couch and rocking chair that had come with the rental house were simple, the walls decorated with a few flea market finds from the owner. Nothing that held any sentimental value to her. And certainly nothing fancy. But she didn’t need fancy things.

Just a safe haven to lay her head at night.

Not having personal items made it easier to pack up and move on when she felt the urge.

And she was starting to feel that urge. She’d already been at Lend-A-Hand nearly a year, longer than most places.

Nerves clawed at her stomach. She could have died tonight. And she had watched a man lose his life. She’d seen bad things before, but never death so close-up.

With the temperature soaring outside, she opted for a glass of wine over her cup of nightly hot tea and carried it to the bathroom. She filled the tub with bubble bath, undressed and climbed inside to soak away the stench of blood and death that permeated her skin.

Dex’s handsome face flashed behind her eyes. Once they’d shared a bath, had loved each other the way young lovers did.

She wasn’t young and innocent anymore, though.

And she couldn’t entertain fantasies of Dex again. For all she knew, Dex might be involved with someone else.

She had to focus on work, which made her wonder about Jim Smith. Why had that PI been willing to hold her at gunpoint to get to Jim?

* * *

THE NEXT MORNING Dex met his family at the main house for a big country breakfast his mother had prepared. Honey and Harrison and their baby, little Steven, were already there, the baby cooing from the high chair where he banged a spoon on the tray.

Lucas and Charlotte arrived as he did, Lucas steadying a very pregnant Charlotte as they joined the family in the large dining room off the kitchen. Brayden and Mila and Mila’s little girl, Izzy, were talking to the foster girls their mother had taken in after they were rescued from the human trafficking ring that Lucas had broken up.

As chatter, laughter and hugs floated between the family members and the ones who’d joined the family, a warmth spread through Dexter. For years after Chrissy disappeared, the family had suffered from guilt and the uncertainty of what had happened to her. Learning she was dead had been a blow, just as learning about their father had been. But at least they had closure.

Love for his family overcame Dex as he thought about Melissa. When they’d dated, she’d confided in him her feelings about losing her mother, about her father moving them from place to place. They’d lived in shelters all her life.

No wonder she was at home there.

It still wasn’t fair. She deserved to have more.

“Let’s eat,” his mother called over the noise.

The next few minutes were hectic as everyone grabbed a plate and served themselves from the buffet. Platters of sausage and bacon, eggs, grits, homemade biscuits and roasted potatoes made Dex’s mouth water. One by one, they found seats at the giant farmhouse table the brothers had built to house their growing needs, then his mother tapped her spoon on her coffee mug to indicate it was time for a prayer. The family joined hands and bowed their heads, the voices quieting as their mother gave thanks for all they had.

As the prayer ended, the conversation began again.

The baby squealed as his mother drizzled a biscuit with honey, then tore it into small bites and put it on the tray. Izzy sidled next to the baby and began to talk to him, and the foster girls joined at the opposite end, jabbering about the pool his mother had decided to build so they could cool off in the hot summer.

Charlotte was excited about putting the finishing touches on the nursery for their baby girl who was due any minute. Brayden stood and gestured that he needed everyone’s attention.

He motioned for Izzy to join him and Mila, then grinned at Izzy. “You want to tell them, sweetie?”

Izzy bobbed her little head up and down. “I’m gonna be a big sister!”

The family cheered and stood, hugging and congratulating the couple. Dex slapped Brayden on the back. He still couldn’t believe his little brother was married and had a stepdaughter. And now he was going to add another child to his new family.

Pulling away, Brayden asked with a grin, “When are you going to settle down, man?”

His mother looked at him, and Dex shrugged. “Not going to let anyone tie me down.”

Lucas pounded him on the back. “Because you haven’t found the right woman.”

Dex chewed the inside of his cheek as an image of Melissa taunted him. She was beautiful and sweet and the most selfless person he’d ever known. She’d invaded his dreams and fantasies since college. She would love his family and would fit right in.

But...losing his sister and father had nearly destroyed him. If he gave his heart to Melissa, she might crush it, too.

So he simply laughed off his brothers’ teasing. As they finished breakfast, he asked his brothers to join him in the study. Their mother didn’t allow work talk at the table.

Harrison eyed him with a frown. “What’s going on, Dex?”

Dex crossed his arms. “Did you hear about the shooting at the Lend-A-Hand Shelter last night?”

“Yeah,” Harrison said. “Someone broke in and one of the homeless men shot him.”

Lucas pulled a hand down his chin. “Police are looking for the shooter. They suspect he was using an alias, that he was on the run from the law.”

Brayden raised an inquisitive brow. “Why are you asking, Dex?”

“I know the woman who runs the shelter,” Dex admitted. “Went to college with her years ago.”

“You dated her?” Brayden asked.

Dex cursed himself. Why had he shared that he knew her? “Yeah, but that’s not the point. She claims Smith wasn’t dangerous, that the shooter broke in and put a gun to her head.”

Harrison scowled. “What else do you know about Smith?”

“Nothing really,” Dex said. “But the shooter was a PI, name was Clark McTruitt.”

“Maybe McTruitt knew why Smith was on the run and that he was dangerous.”

“But why hold a gun to Melissa?” Dex asked.

“Melissa?” Brayden said with a tease to his voice.

“That’s her name,” Dex said, irritated. “Anyway, after we found Dad, I asked around at a few shelters to see if anyone had seen him.”

“Dex,” Lucas said with a warning note to his voice. “Dad abandoned us. No need to ask anything else.”

Harrison’s jaw tightened. “He’s right. You have to let it go.”

Brayden twisted his mouth to the side. “Did you find out anything?”

Dex shook his head. “Not yet. But in visiting the shelters, I discovered that three other transients have gone missing the past six months. That started me thinking—”

“That maybe Dad’s death wasn’t an accident,” Brayden said.

Lucas made a sound of disgust. “He was drunk. Loaded, according to the medical examiner’s report.”

“Transients go missing all the time,” Harrison added. “That’s nothing suspicious, Dex. It’s their nature. They roam from place to place. These three may have just moved on to another shelter.”

“Not to any that I’ve found,” Dex said. “And now a PI breaks into this one and tries to kill another homeless man. Don’t you think that warrants an investigation?”

Harrison sighed. “Do you have any evidence suggesting all this is related?”

“Or is this just your imagination looking for problems that aren’t there?” Lucas asked.

Anger seized Dex. Granted, he’d been the hothead of the bunch, and had seen his own share of trouble. But sometimes his instincts had been right.

Like it or not, he had to follow his gut.

And that gut told him something was wrong.

* * *

MELISSA RUBBED HER hand over her bleary eyes as she sipped her morning coffee. Nightmares of the break-in and shooting had plagued her all night. The feel of the gun against her head...the blood spattering...Smith’s shocked face as he stared at her afterward, pain and regret and worry in his expression.

When she’d finally drifted back to sleep, she’d woken up an hour later because she’d thought she’d heard a sound outside. She’d imagined someone breaking into her house. This time she’d been shot and was dying.

A wariness spread over her like a gloomy fog. She was going to turn thirty this year. She was too young to die, especially alone.

Maybe she did want more than work and saving others. Maybe she wanted to carve out a little bit of a life for herself. She’d just been afraid of getting hurt again the way she had with Dex.

She finished her coffee and poured another cup, then phoned April. April offered to contact the volunteers about the center being closed.

“I’ll call the detective and see if he’ll release the shelter for us to go in and clean up today,” Melissa promised. “Then I’ll let you know.”

She ended the call, then punched the detective’s number. The call went straight to voice mail, so she left a message. A knock sounded on her front door just as she finished.

Maybe the detective had come to update her? Or interrogate her again? She hoped it wasn’t bad news about Jim Smith, that some overeager cop hadn’t gunned him down.

Another knock sounded, and she headed toward the front door to answer it. She checked the peephole, always wary that a stranger might come knocking thinking she was the drug dealer they were searching for. There were at least two on the street that she was aware of.

Her breath caught. Not the detective or a stranger. Dex.

For a moment, she drank in the sight of his handsome face. He wore his cowboy hat, jeans and boots, and the brooding expression that made him look even more mysterious and sexy.

She took a deep breath and opened the door, her heart stuttering as their gazes locked.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?” he asked in a gruff voice.

Awareness of his sexuality jolted her nerves. He’d always been intuitive and been able to read her. Maybe that was the reason he’d walked away. He’d sensed she was getting too close, starting to imagine a lifetime with him.

“Not much,” she admitted as she motioned for him to come in.

“I’m sorry.” He stopped in front of her, his breath huffing out. His six-two frame towered over her. He had big broad shoulders and muscles that had probably made every woman’s mouth water when they met him.

She didn’t want to think about how many there’d been.

“It’s not your fault,” she said softly. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about Jim and if he was okay. That detective talked like they’d shoot first, then ask questions later.”

“You really thought he was a good guy?”

Melissa bit her lip. “Yes. Sure he had secrets. But not everyone who does has a criminal past. Some have just suffered life, and are trying to manage the best they can.”

“Like my father,” he said, a trace of bitterness to his voice.

Sympathy filled her. “I don’t know, Dex. I’m really sorry you didn’t have a chance to talk to him and sort things out.”

“Me, too.” He closed his eyes for a moment, and she realized he was still wrestling with pain and guilt.

She wanted to comfort him. But she clenched her hands by her sides instead. She’d run him off once by becoming too emotional.

She wouldn’t do it again.

* * *

DEXTER PROMISED HIMSELF he wouldn’t make this visit about him and his father, but Melissa had a way of getting to the heart of the matter.

And into his heart.

Focus, man.

“I should have stayed last night,” he said.

Melissa shook her head. “Don’t be silly, Dex. I’m fine. Now why did you come? Did you hear something from the detective?”

Dexter shook his head. “Afraid not. I’m on my way to McTruitt’s office to see if someone there can explain why he was hunting Smith.”

“You’re investigating this for Detective Lamar?”

“No, but I like mysteries.” Or rather, he couldn’t let them go until they were solved. He’d always been that way. Always would.

He removed a card from his pocket and offered it to her. “I wanted you to have my number in case you needed something.”

Melissa took the card, their hands brushing. She immediately jerked back as if she felt the same tingle he had.

Then she lifted her chin and reached for her purse. “I’m going with you.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

She pressed her hand to his arm. “Yes, I do. I want answers, too, Dex. I can’t get into the shelter right now anyway, and I’m going crazy sitting around.”

He conceded with a brief nod. No use arguing with Melissa. She might be tenderhearted, but she was also stubborn as hell.

Loud, arguing angry voices from a neighbor drifted their way as they walked to his SUV. Dammit, he didn’t like this street or Melissa living here alone.

They rode in silence to McTruitt’s office, a faded brick structure in a strip center outside of Austin. Except for a tattoo shop and fertilizer store, the other spaces were deserted, the exteriors run-down.

He parked in front of the building, scanning the property. A black sedan sat in the back parking lot. No one inside. It was too early for the tattoo parlor and the fertilizer store to be open.

A light glowed through the window, indicating that someone was inside. Maybe a secretary? Or McTruitt could have a partner? Damn. He should have done some research on him the night before.

But thoughts of wanting Melissa had distracted him.

He reached for the door to get out. “Wait in the car.”

“No, maybe I can help.” The silence thickened as they walked up to the building. The door was closed, but Dex saw a flashlight beam moving in the back.

Not a secretary. A man was tossing the place.

He pushed his hand in front of Melissa and murmured for her to go back to the car. But before he could, a bullet shattered the front window and sailed past his head.

Melissa screamed and ducked. He pulled his gun and shouted for her to get down.