Cloudburst, p.1
Cloudburst, page 1
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chatper Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Connect
More books in the Series
Other books
About the Author
Acknowledgements
CLOUDBURST
Suzanne Cass
Cloudburst
Storm Cloud Press, Perth Australia
Copyright © 2021 by Suzanne Cass
Edits by Tanya Saari
Cover by Vikncharlie
All rights reserved.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without permission in writing from the publisher.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
To Alex and Gwyneth
CHAPTER ONE
PENNY SMITH FUMBLED with her car keys, juggling the large bunches of flowers, trying not to drop them as she maneuvered the key into the lock. She was late. It was after seven o’clock, and all the shops were closed. Thankfully, the florist had stayed open especially for her, so she could pick up the samples for Naomi. Now, she needed to get back to the ranch to help with the dinner rush.
Preparations were in full swing for Cat and Levi’s wedding on Saturday, in four days’ time: the first day of summer. Penny’s mind swirled with the million and one things she still had left to do. As one of Cat’s three bridesmaids, she had yet to try on her dress. It was still hanging on the hook on the back of her door. Stella’s and Emily’s dresses had fit them both perfectly. Penny just hadn’t found the time yet. In typical Cat style, she’d chosen a simple, apple-green shift that came to just above the knee. Penny knew it’d look good against her blonde hair and pale skin. What color eye makeup should she wear? She’d have to ask Stella what—
“Those look heavy. Would you like a hand?” A voice came from somewhere behind her, across the deserted parking lot.
Penny froze.
That voice.
She knew that voice.
Would know it anywhere.
All the strength drained from her body and she felt limp, unable to move. Unable to turn around and face her tormentor. Unable to even breathe.
The flowers and her keys dropped from her numb fingers onto the black asphalt.
He’d found her.
What should she do? How should she react?
Her heart kicked like a mule in her chest and she drew in a sharp gasp, finally moving one foot and then the other until she turned to see him.
“Hi, honey. You’re looking good.” The man smiled at her. “Blonde suits you. I like your new style.”
Penny moved her lips, but no sound came out.
Mitch stood around twenty yards away, in jeans and a soft sweater that stretched across his chest, designed to emphasize the chiseled pecs beneath. He was good-looking, in that boy-next-door type of way. Not overly tall, he was clean-shaven, with short and stylish, jet-black hair. She tried to read his mood, searched his eyes for some clue as to what he was thinking. But his dispassionate half-smile told her nothing. She knew that dark, controlling malignant side of him was still there, however. Lurking in the depths of his soul.
“I’ve missed you. You sure were hard to track down.”
What had she done wrong? Where had she slipped up? How had he traced her?
Penny’s gaze darted around the parking lot. It was at the rear of a set of shops, off the back of Main Street. And completely deserted. Everyone had locked up and left for the day, including the florist who’d zoomed off as soon as Penny was out the door. She was alone. She could hear cars going past on a secondary road in the distance, but had no hope they might see something was wrong.
Mitch walked toward her, and she gave a squeak of fright.
He bent down to retrieve the flowers. “These are pretty. Can I give you a hand to put them in your car? What are they for?” His eyes narrowed and Penny caught a flash of something she would recognize anywhere. There it was. The monster.
He’d taken her completely by surprise; knocked the breath out of her for a second. She needed to stop acting like a scared toddler. Get some backbone. Get rid of him.
“No, you can’t,” she said, making her voice as cold and controlled as possible. “You need to step away from me, Mitch. You’re breaking the restraining order by being this close.”
“Oh, honey. You don’t need some stupid restraining order.” He gave her a soft frown, full of anguish and hurt. But Penny wasn’t fooled by that look.
“Here, let me help you,” he said again, completely ignoring her.
Before she could stop him, he’d reached for her car door and had it open. He must’ve picked up the keys as well as the flowers.
“I’m not sure about your choice in a new car, honey. It’s a little on the big side for you, isn’t it?” There was soft admonishment in his tone. It sent a shiver of fear slicing down her spine.
Penny gaped at him. She hadn’t seen Mitch in nearly two years, and all he could talk about was her choice of car. But then again, that was exactly Mitch’s modus operandi. To belittle and criticize every single thing she did and said. She’d chosen this older model Hyundai Tucson because it was cheap, and was big enough to handle the dirt roads out on the ranch. But that was beside the point.
“Get away from me, and get away from my car,” she ground out from between gritted teeth.
He took two, quick steps closer, pinning her against the rear door of the car.
“Now why would I want to do that, honey? You’re my wife. I’ve come to bring you home. So, I don’t want to hear any more of your demands to get away from you. You hear me?”
His hard, male body pushed against hers as he leaned his face in close. A pulse of adrenaline spiked through her belly and the old fear threatened to take hold once more. One of his hands snaked up around her throat. He wasn’t choking her; it was more of a caress. But the threat was implied. The feel of his hands on her skin made her stomach roil.
“We’re both going to get into this car of yours, and I’m going to drive you home to Santa Barbara, and we’re going to forget this whole little interlude ever happened. What do you say?”
Penny shook her head. No. No, she couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that.
His grip on her throat tightened.
Mitch had only ever gotten physical with her once in their whole four years of marriage. And he’d been terribly apologetic afterward. He didn’t believe in physical violence. His form of control was much more subtle and undermining.
“Mitch, leave me alone.” It was hard to squeeze the words past his hand at her throat. She was aghast at how raspy and thin her voice sounded. He would never do as she asked. Not when she sounded so insipid.
Once before, she’d been able to find her voice. Find her courage and screw it up so tight that she was able to leave him. Sneak away in the dead of night. That courage seemed to abandon her now, however. She drew in another gasp, but the words wouldn’t come.
“I think you should do as the lady says,” a deep voice said from Penny’s left, toward the rear of the car. It took both of them by surprise, and Mitch loosened his grip as he turned to stare at whoever had spoken. Penny was quick to recover her wits, using Mitch’s distraction to slip out from between him and the car, moving rapidly away.
It was Clayton.
Neither of them had heard him approach. He was standing a few feet away, hands held loosely by his sides, a furrow appearing on his forehead as he glared at Mitch.
Penny sucked in a fortifying breath. And then another. Mitch spun around, as if to come toward her again, and she moved nearer to Clayton. Not hiding behind him exactly, but using his presence as a shield.
“Sorry, dude, but this is none of your business.” Mitch gave one of his charming, boyish smiles. “I’m just having a little conversation with my wife here.”
Clayton shot her a quick glance, one eyebrow lifted. But then went back to staring at Mitch. His easy stance never changed; his white Stetson was tipped in a relaxed style, his jeans and white T making him look completely approachable, like he was out having a friendly chat with a neighbor. But there was an aura of restrained violence surrounding him. That aura of violence wasn’t just for show. Clayton had spent time in prison. He knew how to protect himself. Mitch had better be careful.
“Whatever you’re doing, and whoever you are, this lady doesn’t want to talk to you. So, you’d best do as she asks.” Clayton’s voice wasn’t angry or aggressive. Penny had heard him use that tone on a recalcitrant heifer back when he worked on the ranch. Encouraging, but firm. He would not take no for an answer.
Mitch glanced at Penny and then back at Clayton. The ang
Penny crossed her arms and fortified herself with a few quick breaths. She needed to make sure her ex-husband got the message once and for all.
“You’d better leave town, Mitch. Now. I’m going straight to the cops. If you break the restraining order again, they’ll lock you up.” She knew it’d take a lot more than one little break of a restraining order to have him locked up—one police officer had all but admitted openly that even with that piece of paper, they couldn’t do more than slap him on the wrist if he were caught breaking it—but she hoped her bluff might work.
Mitch raised his hands placatingly in the air and his shoulders fell. He looked her straight in the eye. “Is it true, Penny? Do you really want nothing more to do with me?”
“It’s completely true. I want you gone from my life, Mitch,” she said. She could see Clayton out of the corner of her eye, watching and waiting but not interfering. Like her own personal guardian angel.
“Consider it done then. I’ll go home and sign the divorce papers tomorrow.”
What? Would he really do that? Or was it too good to be true?
“Good,” she replied firmly.
Mitch stared at her, looking more like a puppy she’d kicked than the manipulative bastard she knew him to be. But she’d never be fooled by his façade again. He turned, and without another word, walked toward the corner of the parking lot. She could make out the front bumper of a vehicle poking its nose out of a side alley. She and Clayton watched in silence as Mitch got into the car and drove slowly away. He’d obviously parked in the alley and lain in wait for her to come out of the florist. But how had he known where she’d be?
“You okay?” Clayton’s deep voice was gravelly and full of concern. She felt all the adrenaline depart her body in an almighty rush, leaving her shaking and feeling faint.
“I don’t know,” she said, hearing the wobble in her voice and hating it.
To his credit, Clayton didn’t ask all the questions she knew must be burning in his mind. Instead, he said, “My truck is over there. Do you want to come and sit for a while? You look pale. I don’t think you should drive right now.” Clayton pointed to his old, blue truck, pulled up on the verge at the back of the parking lot. “I was driving by and I saw you. I didn’t like the look of that guy. So, I stopped.” He came and stood close to her shoulder, but didn’t try to touch her. For which she was eternally grateful. Her entire body was in overdrive; ultra-sensitive, so full of unresolved tension that if he touched her, she might well have screamed.
After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Yes, please. That would be good.” He was right, there was no way she should drive in her current state. If she took a few moments to compose herself, maybe she’d be all right to go back to the ranch.
“Wait here,” he commanded, then he jogged toward his truck.
She leaned against her car for support, gaze anxiously flicking left and right. What if Mitch came back? What if his words had all been a pretense, and he wasn’t going home like he said? But no, he wouldn’t approach her now, not with Clayton still around. Her mind was whirling a million miles an hour, unable to settle on even one coherent thought.
Clayton’s pickup pulled up next to her and he ran around and opened the door for her, beckoning her inside. She needed to sit down before she fell. Confirming that the flowers were safely locked inside her car, she lurched toward the offered comfort of the truck cab, but her feet weren’t completely under her own control. Clayton watched her warily, as if ready to scoop her up in his arms if she started to fall. But that would never do. So, Penny steeled herself and put one foot in front of the other until Clayton had her by the hand and was helping her up onto the bench seat. She sank into the old leather gratefully, leaning forward and covering her face with her hands.
Sudden tears pricked at the back of her eyelids. She willed them away. Now wasn’t the time to burst into tears. Later, she would allow herself that luxury. Right now, she had to stay calm and logical. She pushed the heels of her palms harder into her eye sockets. Clayton got into the driver’s side, but said nothing for a few seconds, until she felt his warm palm against the bare skin of her arm. There was compassion in that touch.
“You look like you could do with a drink and someone to talk to,” he said.
She couldn’t go back to the ranch in this state.
Actually, she might never go back. Now that Mitch knew where she was, she needed to get away from here. Move on. Find another place to hide.
“My house is only a few blocks from here. I’ve got whiskey and beer,” Clayton continued. “As long as you don’t mind…” He hesitated. “Well, you know about my reputation. As long as you’re not bothered by being in my truck. By being seen with me.”
Penny lowered her hands and turned to stare at him. Clayton’s blue eyes fixed on hers, never wavering. The idea that she shouldn’t be getting into Clayton’s truck had never crossed her mind. Clayton had only ever been kind to her. Back when he’d worked as a cowboy on the ranch, before all the horrible business with the arsonist fires, he’d flirted with her. And she’d flirted back. She’d never have gone out with him, of course, because back then, her life had been a complete mess.
She’d only escaped from Mitch a few months beforehand, and there was no way she would even consider dating. It was too risky. When Naomi had offered her the job as a receptionist at Stargazer, it’d been a godsend. Somewhere to hide out and lick her wounds, get over Mitch. She’d never planned on staying so long, but days had turned into weeks, then into months and years.
Clayton had been the quintessential Montana cowboy. Larger than life, so sure of himself. And gorgeous. With his ice-blue eyes, thick head of nut-brown hair and bulging biceps that begged to be wrapped around her, what was there not to like?
But Clayton had been accused of lighting the fires plaguing Stargazer Ranch. And instead of facing the charges head on, he’d disappeared. Went on the run. Which had made him look even more guilty.
To make matters worse, he’d tried to kidnap Cat in a rash attempt to clear his name.
Clayton had been found not guilty of arson when they finally charged Preston, another ranch employee. But Clayton had still spent another six months—taking into account his time already served—in jail on his attempted abduction charges. Now he’d returned to Stevensville, supposedly to put his life back on track.
Penny stared at him, pursing her lips. Could he really be trusted?
CHAPTER TWO
CLAYTON COULDN’T BELIEVE he’d suggested Penny come back to his place. What a dumb thing to do. But she seemed so upset and confused. All he wanted was to comfort her. He waited for her to refuse his offer. To say thanks, but no thanks. It was what she should do. It was what every self-respecting local in Stevensville had already done. Clayton saw the looks they cast as he walked by them on the pathway. The way they whispered behind their hands. Or not; some were brazen enough to stare at him in public, letting their disapproval and disgust show for all to see. He wasn’t wanted here in town. People didn’t trust him.
She bit her bottom lip as she studied him and goddamn, he knew he shouldn’t let it, but she was turning him on. She had this kind of teachers’ vibe, with her long, blonde hair always pulled back in a decorous braid, as well as those thick, black glasses she wore. But she wasn’t fooling him. He could see those wickedly sexy curves she tried to camouflage beneath her jeans and loose-fitting tops.
Finally, letting go of her lip, she said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go back to the ranch until I calm down. And I could do with a whiskey.” She hesitated. “Besides, we’re friends, aren’t we?” When he nodded in reply, she continued, “So, I don’t have a problem, if you don’t.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He started his truck and pulled slowly out of the parking lot.
Clayton knew little about Penny. One thing he did know was that she’d been one of the few people who hadn’t shied away from him when he first returned after his stint in jail. Whenever she went past him in town, she’d make a point to stop and talk to him. She’d even been instrumental in helping him find a job. It wasn’t the best job in the world, hauling lumber and stocking the warehouse for Butterby’s renovation and building company over near the highway. Penny had heard about the job when the company manager mentioned to Dean, the owner of Stargazer, that he was looking to hire, if he knew anyone who was interested. Penny had piped up and offered the manger Clayton’s name, much to Dean’s surprise. He’d found all this out later through George, the foreman. It wasn’t what he dreamed he’d be doing at this stage of his life. But for a convicted felon fresh out of prison, he was damn lucky to have it.
