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What reality had to do with popping an artificial eyeball into what was, basically, a hole in his head didn’t make sense even if the shrinks thought it did.
“Have you ever considered that it counteracts the medal you were awarded?” one had said, and Jake had ignored that for the stupid comment it was.
And all of this was pointless to think about, especially—
“Holy hell,” Jake said, and stood on the brakes.
A deer and her yearling stood twenty feet ahead of him, big eyes filled with innocence as they stared at his truck.
He dragged in a breath.
“Go on,” he said. “Get out of the way.”
The animals remained motionless. Then mama flicked her tail and she and the baby ran into the scrub.
Jake started the truck again.
He’d been lucky not to have hit the deer. His fault, entirely. Antelope, deer, coyotes all used the road, especially at night.
His head had been everywhere except where it should have been….
And the glow of Addison McDowell’s taillights was history.
No problem.
She was heading for the Chambers ranch and so was he.
A few minutes later, he bounced over the familiar pothole that signaled the start of Chambers land.
He slowed, took a good look at the gate and saw what he hadn’t seen the first time. It wasn’t locked. Truth was, the thing was barely a gate. Crossbars, posts, a couple of broken hinges. The gate hung open, swaying drunkenly in the breeze, looking more like kindling than anything else.
Jake eased the truck forward, nosed it through the opening, then started up the long gravel drive to the house.
Still no taillights.
If the McDowell woman had already reached the house, what did he do?
Park? Go to the door and knock? Or did he sit in the truck and tap on his horn? He had the feeling turning up, unannounced on her doorstep, might not be the best—
Light blazed through the windshield, blinding him. Jake cursed, flung his arm in front of his face, and for the second time in minutes, stood on the brakes.
The truck came to a hard stop.
What was he looking at? Headlights? The light from a big flashlight? No way could he see past it.
Cautiously, he opened his door.
“Ms. McDowell?”
Nothing. Just the darkness, the silence and the light.
“Addison? Are those your headlights? Turn them off.”
Still nothing. Jake squinted hard. He took a step to the left. The brightest light remained focused on the Tundra but another light followed him.
Headlights and a flashlight. Addison—it had to be her—was using both.
He couldn’t see a thing.
