Simon Says Die

she’d had no desire to talk to him since he was so busy with the ridiculously young, beautiful redhead he’d brought as his date.
    She’d probably missed her curfew to hang out with him at the wedding reception.
    But Logan must have known that Pierce had moved to Savannah. Pierce was like the brother Logan had never had, especially after everything they’d been through last year saving Amanda from a serial killer. And he wouldn’t have asked Pierce to check on her if Pierce was hours away in Jacksonville.
    â€œLogan knows you live here, doesn’t he?” She didn’t bother to wait for his reply. She already knew the answer. “He should have told me, before he talked me into buying a house here. You should have told me.”
    â€œWhat difference would it have made if you’d known?” he asked. His brows drew down in a dark slash. “Would you have run away again?”
    She blinked at his well-aimed barb and took a step back. She wished she could step back from the truth just as easily. He was right. She had run away from him.
    But not for the reason she’d told him.
    â€œMrs. McKinley?” a voice called out from behind her.
    Startled, she whirled around, and stumbled against the curb.
    â€œWhoa, there.” The policeman who’d spoken to her grabbed her elbow, steadying her. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
    She grimaced when she put some weight on her ankle.
    â€œLet’s have the EMT check that.”
    â€œNo, no, I’m fine.”
    The policeman gave her a skeptical look. “If you’re sure, I’m supposed to escort you to the station. Lieutenant Hamilton wants to question you some more. And you’ll have more privacy away from this crowd.” He nodded toward the curious onlookers behind the police line. “Is there someone you want me to call to meet you there? Your husband?”
    â€œThere’s no one to call. My family doesn’t live around here. And my husband is . . . dead.”
    Madison tried to put weight on her bad ankle again, but as soon as she did, a sharp pain shot up her leg and she had to grab the policeman’s arm for support.
    â€œGet into the ambulance, Madison.” Pierce scooted over on the gurney to make room. “The police can question you later.”
    She hesitated. She didn’t want to be secluded in the back of the ambulance with Pierce, especially a curious Pierce who might barrage her with questions all the way to the hospital.
    Then again, she could use the opportunity to try to convince him not to tell Logan what had happened. If the gunman was who she thought he was, the life she’d tried to build for the past year and a half was about to come crashing down. She needed some time to figure out what to do and how to protect her family.
    She took a wobbly step forward and grabbed one of the metal handles by the ambulance door.
    The EMT opened his mouth as if to protest, but promptly closed it when Madison stared at him in challenge. She hauled herself inside and plopped down on the bench across from Pierce. The EMT spoke through the glass window to the other EMT driving the ambulance, then pulled one of the doors shut.
    â€œJust a minute,” the policemen called out, stopping him before he could close the other door. “Agent Buchanan, the lieutenant wanted me to let you know that he called your boss, like you asked. Agent Matthews said he’ll meet you at the hospital with your fiancée.”

 
    Chapter Two
    P IERCE GRIPPED THE edge of the emergency room examining table he was sitting on. Seeing Madison again, seeing her at the wrong end of a gun, had been a punch in the gut that still had him reeling. When she’d bent over him as he lay on the street after getting shot, the concern and fear in her deep blue eyes had him wanting to reach up and hold her, to pull her close. He’d wanted to bury his hands in her thick hair and breathe in the scent of jasmine that always clung to her soft skin.
    But then his brain had kicked in, and he remembered the way things had ended between them. And he knew that look of concern was the same look she’d give anyone if they were hurt. It certainly wasn’t because she cared about him .
    He looked over at the green curtain where a nurse had taken Madison over half an hour ago. Why had her face turned so pale when she heard he had a fiancée? Madison was the one who’d broken up with him.