“I didn’t get his name. He wouldn’t even make a report.”
Indie’s hand went to the small of Bonnie’s back as she looked at the guys. “Noah and Zane, call Jesse. I’m going to help Bonnie change.”
Bonnie led her into the bedroom and Indie closed the door. When Indie turned, there were tears in her eyes. “Hey, Bon-Bon. What a sucky first meeting.”
“But you’re here.”
“So are you.”
Without another word, Indie closed that small distance between them and pulled Bonnie into her arms. And Bonnie just breathed her sister in. A woman she’d grown up with. A woman she hadn’t seen in thirteen years.
God, she’d missed her. Her smell. Her voice. Her everything.
Zane leanedagainst the far wall of the small living room, arms crossed as he watched the town sheriff talk to Bonnie. She told him about the spineless prick who’d attacked her from behind last night. Who’d threatened her. Hurt her.
If Zane had been there, that man wouldn’t be walking right now. Hell, he wouldn’t be breathing.
It was taking everything in Zane to remain exactly where he was and not go out and find that Dean kid’s father. Because this had to be him. He’d already confronted her twice. And that was twice that Zane knew about—there could be more times that Bonnie hadn’t shared.
“You didn’t recognize his voice?” Jesse asked from his position crouched in front of her.
Bonnie shook her head, her sister sitting on one side of her, her brother standing on the other. “No, but I was in shock and there was a buzzing between my ears, and he growled the wordsreally low. Maybe I did know him. It’s all a blur. I’m sorry.” She dropped her head into her hands.
Her sister rubbed her back.
“It’s not your fault,” Jesse assured her. “The guy attacked you like that to hide his identity. Do you have any idea who it could be?”
Bonnie scoffed. “It could be anyone. Half the town hates me.”
“That’s not true,” Noah said.
She tilted her head at him. “It is. The Whites have spent the last thirteen years convincing everyone that their son’s death is my fault. Anytime I go anywhere, people point at me. Talk about me. Sometimes people come over and say awful things.”
“Who?” Noah growled.
“Everyone.”
“What about the dad?” Zane cut in, speaking for the first time since Jesse and his deputy had shown up.
Jesse looked up at him before turning back to Bonnie. “Has Carlos done something?”
Bonnie swallowed, a few seconds of silence passing before she took a breath. “He approached me at The Tea House. Noah was with me and Zane was at the counter. He wasn’t happy I was here.”
“Then outside my gym,” Zane added. “He grabbed you. Towered over you and scared you.”
Noah’s eyes narrowed. “When?”
“Last week,” Zane answered.
Noah cursed and turned back to Bonnie. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“If I reported every incident, every time someone said or did something, I’d be calling every day. Sometimesmultiple timesa day.”
“Then call every day,” Jesse said, steel in his eyes.
“I called last night. That didn’t do anything.”
The muscles in the sheriff’s forearms flexed, and when he spoke there was an edge to his voice. “Tell me about the call.”
