“Didn’t know she was a cop’s widow.”

“Fuck, Cal, loss is written all over her,” Colt clipped, definitely pissed.

“Not in your business, Colt, don’t see that shit like you do.”

“Bullshit.”

It was. It was bullshit. He’d seen it in Violet’s eyes, her face, the way she held her body, the dead in her voice when she spoke and, just like fucking Bonnie, he’d wanted to fix it. Bonnie’s shit was different, life started bad for her but in the end Bonnie’s shit was of her own making, not a tragedy forced on her, one she created. He couldn’t fix Bonnie. He’d tried, he’d failed. He wasn’t going to go there again.

“Get her out,” Cal told Colt. “You and Feb ask her and her girls over, let me know when she’s gone, I’ll recon her house and report to you. You can work something out for her with Chip.”

Colt didn’t answer this time, just stared at him.

“And I’ll keep an eye out,” Cal finished.

Colt returned to their earlier subject. “It’s done with her?”

“What?”

“You done with her? You finished it?” Colt pushed.

“Yeah.”

Colt stared at him again then shook his head and took a drink of water.

Then he looked back at Cal. “Not my business but, man, are you fuckin’ crazy?”

Cal’s body got tight again.

“Yeah, it’s not your business, Colt.”

“Known you awhile, Cal.”

“Still, not your business.”

“She’s sweet, she can be funny when she forgets to be sad. She’s good to her girls, a great Mom and fuckin’ gorgeous. Her ass is nearly as fine as Feb’s.”

He was wrong about that. Violet’s ass was far superior to Feb’s. Feb had a sweet ass but Violet’s entire body was built to make a man want to fuck her, want it so much, made it hard to think of anything else.

No, it wasn’t only that, it was built to make a man want to fuck her and it was built to be fucked. Her tits, her ass, her cunt, pure fuckin’ heaven.

“Noticed that,” Cal remarked.

“And still, you fucked her and moved on?”

Cal was getting angry. “Like I said, not your business.”

It was then Colt made a mistake.

“She’s not Bonnie.”

Cal straightened and his body got even tighter.

“We’re not talkin’ about this.”

Colt disagreed. “Bonnie was a long fuckin’ time ago.”

“Colt, stand down, this isn’t your goddamned business,” Cal warned, his control slipping.

Colt stared at him, his mouth tight, his eyes angry. Then he shook his head in a way that made the point he thought Cal was an asshole and an idiot. This pissed Cal off but he let it alone. He liked Colt, respected him, lived across from him a long time, knew him before Colt moved across the street. Colt had even been there during Cal’s nightmare. Cal had always liked and respected him.

“I’ll let you know when you can slip in and I’d appreciate it, you stay alert,” Colt was letting it alone too.

Cal nodded.

Colt nodded back, lifted the water in a gesture of gratitude and said, “Later.”

Then he left.

Cal put his beer to the counter and walked to his second bedroom. It was practically empty. His Dad’s old medical bed was in there from when his Dad was sick, not much else.

He opened the curtains and looked out the window at Violet’s house.

Her Mustang wasn’t there, her daughter’s Fiesta was. It was four thirty, Violet was probably at work but her daughters were home from school, likely alone and he hoped to Christ her alarm was programmed for doors and windows and her girls armed it when they got home.

As he stared at her house, thoughts crowded his head.

Violet had a dead husband, an asshole obsessing about her and a neighbor who fucked her over.

Christ, but he was a dick. He should never have touched her.

He walked back through his house, opened the side kitchen door nabbing the key off the hook as he went. He opened the garage door and moved behind his ‘Stang to the back and started digging through his boxes of equipment. It was all shit, that was why it was back there and not in use somewhere.

He went back to the house, locked the kitchen door and went out the front door, locking that.

He walked to his truck, swung in and headed to Indianapolis.

* * *

It was the next day and Cal was standing in Colt’s yard by Colt’s GMC, talking to Colt.

“You bought the shit?” Colt asked, his eyebrows up.

“New system, Chip can pick it up, put it in,” Cal answered. “Coupla things on order but they’ll be in soon.”

“You haven’t reconned the house.”

“Been in that house before, Colt, a fuckin’ million times when the Williamses lived there. I know what she needs.”

Colt stared at him a second before he nodded and asked, “Is Chip gonna be able to install your system?”

This was a good question. Cal knew Chip, only boy in town who installed security and his work was good. But Cal had bought some serious equipment for Violet’s house, the like your normal suburban folk couldn’t afford and didn’t even know existed but the people who paid for his services not only knew it existed, they demanded it and they needed it with the sick fucks who invaded their lives. Chip might not be able to work with it.

“I’ll go through it with him, what he doesn’t know, you get Violet out and I’ll install it.”

“She isn’t Kenzie Elise, Cal, you got her top of the line, it’s doubtful she’ll be able to pay for it,” Colt pointed out.

“I’ll work that out with Chip.”

In other words, words he wasn’t going to give Colt, she wasn’t paying shit.

Colt studied him and Cal let him then Colt nodded again.

“I’ll talk to Vi, then I’ll talk to Chip,” Colt said.

“Let me know,” Cal replied. “I’ve got a job I can’t postpone means I’ll be outta town again in a few days. He needs to put her top of his list and come and get the equipment. If I need to go in, it needs to be soon.”

“Got it,” Colt opened the door to his GMC and explained, “Gotta get to the Station.”

“Yeah.”

“Later.”

Cal lifted his chin and turned while Colt climbed into his truck. He walked across Colt’s yard but his eyes were on Violet’s house. This was because her daughter was standing in the drive, her butt to the door of the Mustang which was parked behind the Fiesta, her eyes were on him.

Fucking great.

He crossed the street, walked passed Tina’s house and was halfway passed Violet’s when her daughter skipped to the end of the drive and called, “Hey, Mr. Callahan.”

Jesus. She called him Mr. Callahan.

He lifted his chin.

“We’re goin’ to the mall,” she informed him and since she was speaking to him and she was Violet’s kid, instead of walking right by her like he would normally do, he stopped.

Even though he didn’t respond, she took his continued presence as indication she should keep talking. “Then we’re goin’ to dinner and then a movie. Mom’s gonna spend Uncle Sam’s money that he gave her when he was here.”

Cal had no response to this and he wanted to be the fuck out of there by the time Violet got out of the house.

He looked to her place to gauge how much time he had and saw the older girl walking out which he thought was a healthy signal to get a move on but he didn’t. Finding himself curious, he looked between Violet’s girls.

Neither of them looked like Violet. They were pretty but they didn’t get their mother’s rich, thick, dark hair with that auburn tint to it, they didn’t get her curves and they didn’t get her green eyes. Their hair was nice, it was also thick and long. They had nice eyes and decent bodies, but they were too thin in a way that, even though they were young, he knew they wouldn’t fill out. They must look like their Dad.

Sucked for them. They were pretty and they’d get prettier but they’d never be knockouts like their mother.

“We already spent Uncle Sam’s gift cards,” the younger one kept speaking and Cal’s eyes went back to her. “Kate and me. I got these shorts and a bunch of other stuff.” She pointed to her shorts but Cal’s eyes didn’t go to her shorts, they went to the drive.

Violet was there and she was wearing that cute, little jeans skirt that fit tight at her ass and hips and hit her a couple inches above her knees. It was the one he’d fucked her in.

Christ.

She had stopped dead, keys in her hand, purse suspended at her forearm, her hand had stilled in the act of draping it over her shoulder. She was staring at him, her lips parted, her face pale, her eyes wide and he felt that look, her stillness, it locked in his chest, it didn’t feel good and he detested the feeling.

She was wearing purple, she was always in purple. This time it was a light purple blouse with little, short, poofy sleeves. The shirt fit tight at her ribs and showed a hint of cleavage because it fit tight at her tits too. Her hair was down, it was long, not as long as her girls, she wore it to just above her bra strap. It was gleaming and sleek but flipped at the layers. He knew how thick it was, how soft and his hand itched to fist in it.

Taking his mind off that, his eyes travelled the length of her and stopped at her shoes, which were purple too, much darker than her top, two thin straps, one at the toes, one around her ankle and a strap that connected the two. It went up the middle of her foot and it had a bunch of flowers on it. The shoes were low, not heeled, and they looked fucking great on her. He liked his women in heels but he liked those purple shoes on Violet better than any heels he’d seen in his whole fucking life.

“Hey!” her younger girl shouted, his eyes sliced to her and he saw she was watching him closely. He also saw that her excited, teenage girl act was just that, an act. She’d seen him checking out her mother and what she said next confirmed it just as it confirmed she was a little schemer. “You wanna come?”

“Keira!” both the older one and Violet cried, the older daughter loud, Violet on a snap.

“What?” the younger girl asked, trying to look innocent as she twisted her head to her mother and sister. “He’ll have fun.” She looked back at him and grinned. “We Winters girls, we’re loads of fun.”

“I’m sure Mr. Callahan has better things to do than go to the mall,” Violet stated and walked to the Mustang, hitching her purse on her shoulder.

“Do you have better things to do, Mr. Callahan?” the girl asked.

Cal just stared at her.

“Malls are a blast,” she told him.

He didn’t reply mainly because he didn’t agree, not even a little bit.

“And we’re goin’ to The Cheesecake Factory for dinner and it’s great there.”

“Keira, seriously, leave Mr. Callahan alone,” Violet ordered. “Get in the car.”

She was standing in her opened door, the keys in her hand, her eyes on her daughter. The other girl was standing in the other door without the keys but her stance and her gaze were an exact replica of her mother’s.

“And we’re going to see the new Nicole Bolton movie. It’s supposed to be awesome,” the younger girl went on, completely ignoring her mother.

“Keira!” Violet called sharply and her voice jolted Cal to action.

He moved and when he moved, he moved toward Violet. He didn’t know why but he did and as he did, he watched her body get tight and watching it made his jaw get tight.

He made it to her, she tipped her head back to look at him, her gorgeous face filled with panic which he took advantage of when he tugged her keys out of her fingers.

“I’m drivin’.”

“Yippee!” the younger girl screeched.

“What?” Violet whispered.

“Move outta the door, buddy.” She blinked, the panic gone, confusion in her expression and she stayed put so he told her. “Can’t drive, you on my lap.”

Her body jerked and the confusion cleared, her face shifting straight to angry. He’d seen that look on her face before when she’d thrown his business card and the fifty at him. She wouldn’t like to know it but her display of attitude was hot, then and now.

“Why is Mr. Callahan driving?” the older girl asked and Cal looked to his right to see she’d moved out of the way and the younger one was pushing into the backseat.

“Mr. Callahan is –” Violet started to speak to her daughter but Cal cut her off.

“Cal,” he turned to the girl and repeated, “Cal.”

“My girls don’t call their elders by their Christian names,” Violet told him, her voice ice and when Cal turned back to her, her face was ice too.

“We could call him Uncle Cal,” the younger girl suggested, her head and shoulders shoved over the driver seat so she could look at them.