Page 61 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee
“Demi’s far from innocent. Until she’s found, and those hiding her are found, Quinn’s not safe.” West leaned on the table. “Do you know where she is?”
Brayden scowled. “Of coursenot!”
“Really?”
“Are you calling me a liar, Brand?”
“Do you have something to lie about, Colton?” West challenged.
He locked gazes with Brayden. Neither man backed down.
Quinn threw up her arms. “Enough! Can we end this? I’m really tired and I want to go home.”
Brayden looked apologetic, but West did not. He looked intense. Focused. Driven.
Which made her wonder...Why was West Brand really in Red Ridge? To help the department by filling in for the injured Dean Landon?
Or was he hiding a secret of his own?
* * *
The whole experience at the police station left her shaky. Quinn fought to keep her hands from trembling as West drove her home.
“Why did you say that about my sister, Demi?” she asked him.
Knuckles white on the steering wheel,West stared at the road. “Because your sister could not only be the Groom Killer, but she might have targeted you, Quinn. If she found out about our engagement, she may have wanted you dead, as well.”
“That’s ridiculous. If she is killing grooms, she’d be after you, not me.”
“Unless she changed her methodology, and her motivations changed, as well. Her only sister, getting married, whileDemi’s own engagement was broken, the man she loved jilting her to marry another. Jealousy is a strong motivation.”
“You said no one knew we were engaged.”
West reached over, picked up her hand and gently squeezed it. “Austin figured out we’re engaged. That means others can, sooner or later. People have a habit around here of finding out secrets, much as they have a habit of keeping them.”
“Do you think Brayden is keeping one? Is that why you jumped all over him?”
West dropped her hand, his jaw tensing. “He could be. And I didn’t jump all over him, Quinn. It’s called questioning. Don’t worry about it.”
No, she had more than her brother’s secrets to concern her. West’s secrets were more bothersome.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working with him and the others on the squad?Why are you antagonizing him? He wouldn’t hide anything to do with Demi.”
“Oh? She’s his sister. He might want to protect her.”
“And she’s my sister, as well. Maybe you don’t believe me, either.” Quinn watched his face. “Or maybe you think I know something, or did know, before the explosion. Do you?”
West said nothing.
Silence, when she needed answers.I’m not giving up.“West,do you think I know something?”
A quick, sideways glance. “Not now, Quinn.”
Some answer. Ambiguous. “Not now” meaning he wanted to drop the conversation? Or “not now” meaning he didn’t think she knew anything now because she’d lost her memory?
Too exhausted and mentally drained, she dropped the topic and they rode in silence the rest of the way.
He escorted her up the stairs toher apartment. Giving her the usual grave look, he made a cup of tea and set it on the kitchen table. Rex gulped down water from the bowl she’d set for him in the corner, then sat, panting.
