Fuck. Yesterday, his search program had returned a hit for sisters named Lindsey and Melissa. Both born with the surname Rayburn.

A cop murdered? Feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut, he sank down into the desk chair. This was the secret Lindsey had been hiding? “No,” he muttered. No fucking way would she have killed anyone.

He dug through more of the clippings. One article insinuated the wife had been screwing a ranch hand. She and her husband fought, and she killed him. Maybe…maybe that scenario was possible. Not that she’d cheat. However if this was the pedophile husband, he deserved to die. So maybe she’d killed him.

He couldn’t visualize any circumstance where she’d murder a cop.

One clipping showed the murdered officer. Uniform bright and shiny. Idealistic. Probably younger than Lindsey. The girl couldn’t have hurt someone like that.

Piece by piece he went through the papers and found she had extensive background information about the police force in a small Texas town, the border patrol, and an agent named Ricks. She had e-mail addresses for ICE—Immigrations and Customs. What the fuck was she doing?

At the bottom, he found articles on password recovery and breaking into encrypted files. No reason for a little social worker to be reading those—not unless she wanted to hack into something.

His jaw was clenched tight as he shoved the clippings back in the drawer and shut it with a frustrated slam. She was in some seriously bad shit. And she’d damned well have to accept his help.

Babe, we’re going to have a chat. About everything.

The next drawer yielded a stamp. And he heard a car stop outside. Simon had arrived.

***

At the Hunt brothers’ Serenity Lodge in the mountains near Yosemite National Park, Lindsey stepped out of her rustic cabin and stopped to stare. After living in the misty bay area, the starkness here was visually astonishing. She was surrounded by a forest of black tree trunks and snow. Above them, the gray granite tops of the lower mountain ranges worked up to pristine white peaks.

“Brrrr.” Pulling her coat more tightly around her, she headed down the narrow footpath toward the main lodge. Hopefully Zander would be here soon. There wasn’t anything planned for tonight, and she looked forward to a quiet evening beside the fire with their friends. Tomorrow would be more exciting—a dungeon party.

She spotted Simon going into the adjacent cabin. “You’re here already?”

In the room behind him, Rona was shaking out a pair of pants from his suitcase.

He turned. “We’re just arrived. Did you get settled in?”

“Yep.” How many men could wear tailored clothing and still look perfectly at home in the wilderness? Only Simon. “I’m fixin’ to get something to eat in the lodge and talk Rebecca into letting me hold Ansel.”

Lindsey hadn’t seen the baby since he was born. Being the overprotective type, Xavier had insisted Rebecca have her baby in San Francisco where hospitals were available. To Rebecca’s annoyance, her husband, Logan, had heartily agreed. “Did you lose Zander on the way here?”

“He stopped down at the lodge to use Logan’s landline for a call.”

“Oh. Okay.” She’d already discovered her cell phone had no signal, and only a few of the cabins had a landline. “See y’all in a bit.” Lifting a mittened hand, Lindsey trudged her way down the mostly cleared path. Although the light snow from earlier in the day crunched under her boots, her feet stayed warm. Thank goodness secondhand stores could provide footwear, a hooded jacket, and mittens. To her delight, the knife sheath Zander had given her fit inside the snow boots.

Even better, with such good deals, she’d had enough money left to visit the mall and purchase the virgin-slut nightgown she’d wanted so badly. Zander would have a treat one night, especially since he’d gotten used to her wearing his flannel shirts.

The forest trail opened into a wide clearing. To the left was the two-story lodge, on the right was the road leading in, and at the far end, the parking area was half-concealed behind evergreen bushes. She detoured there to give her car a quick glance. Crime in such an isolated place was doubtful, but she still felt nervous.

Being uneasy at getting too far from evidence that might save her skin, she’d taken the flash drives from the fake smoke detector and hid half behind the car stereo, the other half inside the taillight area.

She gave the parking lot a careful scrutinizing. Everything looked fine, so she retraced her steps back to the log building.

In the lodge, Zander was standing beside the reception desk, talking on the phone. When she moved toward him, his eyes narrowed, and he gave her a long, somewhat uncomfortable perusal—almost as if he’d never seen her before. At last he smiled and held out his hand.

Lindsey went up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his jaw before nodding at the man sitting behind the desk.

Logan Hunt owned Serenity Lodge with his brother. Steel-blue eyes, small scar below his left cheekbone, face wind-and-sun darkened. Over six feet and all muscle, he had the same military bearing and indomitable aura as Zander.

Logan’s gaze ran down her body in an impersonal assessment and with enough power to remind her he was a well-known Dom in the area. “You dressed for cold. Good job.”

“Thank you.” She looked around. The room held several sitting areas with leather couches, dark red upholstered armchairs, and colorful rag rugs. A stone fireplace contained a roaring fire. On the mantel were carvings of wolves so realistic she could almost hear them howl. The far end had card tables in front of a wall of books and games. “Is Becca here?”

“She hoped you’d come over early. She’s in the kitchen.” He nodded toward a door on the left near the back.

“Got it.”

The country-size kitchen was fragrant with the scent of baking bread. Like Lindsey, Rebecca liked to bake, and last summer, they’d spent time exchanging their favorite old-fashioned recipes.

“Hey, you.” Rebecca held up a wooden spoon in welcome. She was browning hamburger in a skillet on the stove. “I’m making shepherd’s pie for your first night here.”

“Sounds perfect.” She spotted colorful Christmas cookies on a plate and, when Becca nodded, helped herself to one. Santa with sprinkles—who could resist? “I haven’t seen Jake or Kallie yet. Aren’t they here?” Logan’s brother and his wife had a house behind the lodge.

“Kallie lost a bet to her cousins and had to make a supply run to Modesto. Jake went too, since he’s giving her a surprise night on the town.” Becca grinned. “He likes to remind her she’s a pretty woman, so he had me pack her a suitcase of hot-night-out sexy clothes.”

“Now there’s a Dom for you,” Lindsey said. Since Kallie had been raised with boys, she tended to dress like them.

“Oh, he so is. They’ll be back tomorrow in time for the dungeon party.”

“Good.” Lindsey swallowed the last of the cookie and brushed her hands off. “Now, please tell me you have the baby here. I need some cuddles.”

“He’s always up for cuddles.” Rebecca tilted her head toward a corner. A cradle swing held a black-haired baby with a battered-looking German shepherd nearby.

As Lindsey approached, the dog rose to his feet. No wagging tail. No doggie smile. Someone took his guard duties seriously.

“Thor, right?” She held out her hand for him to sniff. “Becca says I can hold Ansel. S’okay with you, buddy?”

After a minute, Thor relaxed. The tail waved back and forth in permission.

“Good.” Lindsey lifted the baby out of his cradle. Look at those dark blue eyes. “You are totally going to break hearts when you get older, Master Ansel.”

A tiny fist tapped her chin as the baby gurgled back.

“Isn’t that the truth?” Rebecca said. “At least he will be able to have girlfriends. Can you imagine being Logan’s daughter? She wouldn’t be allowed to date until she was thirty.”

“Ha. First she’d have to find a guy brave enough to ask her out.” Lindsey cuddled the warm weight against her breasts, breathing in the fragrance of baby, and felt tears prickle her eyes.

“You okay?” Becca asked softly.

Lindsey bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying. “My niece was this size when I left Texas.” Emily was turning one in a couple of months. I missed it all. Homesickness felt like someone had carved hollows into her chest, leaving it echoing with emptiness.

Becca frowned. “I’m sure Xavier would let you go home.”

Hell, betrayed by her own emotions. “I’m…staying away for now. Things were a bit riled up when I left.”

“Your ex-husband?”

Lindsey kept her gaze on the baby and nodded. Guilt tightened her mouth. In her world, friends didn’t lie to each other.

But her world had never included being accused of murder. Worlds change. She wouldn’t give her friends the dilemma of obeying the law or betraying a friend.

“I want to meet that ex of yours.” Zander’s rasping voice cut across the warm kitchen like a chainsaw.

Lindsey turned. “Hey. Business done for the day?”

“Yeah.” Mouth tight, he crossed the room with his predatory gait. He gave her a brief kiss…and stepped away.

Unease ran cold fingers up her spine at the way he studied her. What was with the odd stares today?

In her arms, Ansel kicked and chortled, obviously liking the newcomer. Maybe he too noticed Logan and Zander gave off the same dangerous vibrations.

Zander’s face gentled. “Cute little mite, Becca,” he said. “You do good work.”

“I’d say Logan put more effort into it than I did. Ansel’s nose looks like mine; everything else is pure Hunt.”

Zander ran a finger down the baby’s cheek—and the tiny fingers caught and held. “Tough bugger, aren’t you?”

“He really is.” Lindsey rocked back and forth. “What should I get a macho boy for his first Christmas? Maybe a rattle shaped like a hatchet or a baby bonnet Stetson?”

Becca laughed.

Ansel’s fingers still clung, and Zander hadn’t moved. What was there about seeing a big, powerful man with a helpless infant? Lindsey felt as if hands were squeezing her heart.

But Zander looked at her with an unreadable expression. “You’re gonna miss your family next week. For Christmas, maybe I should take you back to Texas. I can keep your ex from bothering you.”

“Hey, that’s a great idea,” Becca said, busily stirring the meat.

The hands squeezing Lindsey’s heart clenched, flattening it like roadkill. No blood was reaching her brain. Go back to Texas with Zander? Lindsey forced a snicker. “Nah, I’m not sure Texas is ready for the war you might start.”

“You think?” Zander said. “I guess, even in Texas, they’d frown if I murdered your ex.”

His comment was like a dash of cold water in her face, and she barely kept from gasping.

With the baby still holding his fingers, Zander stared at Lindsey. “I’d hate to have the cops after me.”

She couldn’t control her flinch.

His eyes narrowed. “Babe, it’s time for you to—”

“Here, Ansel, let’s see how you do with a rattle.” Her hands shook as she put Ansel in his crib. Were Zander’s comments offhand, or did he know something? Did she want him to know anything? Half of her wanted to run, the other half to bury herself in his arms and blurt everything out.

“DeVries, ready for some shooting practice?” Logan asked from the doorway. “Simon’s bringing your range bag.”

“Lindsey and I are—”

“Lindsey, you’re going to come?” Logan asked, jumping to conclusions.

Ugh. But if she went, she might avoid a discussion with Zander. She wasn’t prepared to lay everything out. Somehow, she couldn’t see him calling the cops on her. Unluckily that meant he could be arrested for not turning her in. God. Okay, go with, and once Zander was occupied, she’d break away. She wanted to talk to him—she did—however, she needed to think first. Somehow. “I don’t have a gun, but sure, I’d love to join you.”

“I’ll grab Becca’s revolver for you, sugar,” Logan said.

Zander lifted an eyebrow before nodding. “Let’s go.”

Already in the clearing outside the lodge, Simon handed deVries a dark bag. “Joining us, Lindsey? Good enough.”

A couple of minutes later, Logan returned and led the way up a trail.

Lindsey felt as if an internal blizzard had arrived, filling her bloodstream with ice. What was she thinking? She hated guns. Hated, hated, hated.