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turned on her heel and walked away. He watched
her walk away like he’d watched every Sunday morning when she gave baked goods
to their receptionist. Going back inside, he saw Marla on the front desk. The middle-aged
woman always had a smile on her face, and he’d hired her a few months back.
    The woman had a lot of history, and he’d offered her
a safe place to live as long as she kept a low profile.
    “Every time I see that girl I swear she’s thinner,”
Marla said.
    “I’ll be in my office. Let me know if anything else
happens.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Walking back to his office, he closed
the door and sat behind his large desk.
    Tristan loved his large desk. The desk is what
separated him from the others. It was like his throne in the small town. He
despised violence, and this was his control over it.
    Opening the drawer he took out his wedding band. He
never wore the thing because in his head and heart he was no longer married. Kate
Carmichael was his wife and the woman who’d introduced him to the world of BDSM . He’d become a master for her, but what she wanted
from him, he could not give her. There was only so much he enjoyed about
dominating women, but Kate needed more. His wife always needed more.
    They’d separated on good terms as neither wanted the
trouble or expense of a divorce. The expense didn’t bother him. He came from a
wealthy family, which gave him the freedom to be the Sheriff in Law Castle. Tristan
hadn’t seen another woman in his life or in his future, but then Vicki seemed
to explode out of nowhere. He picked up the ring with Kate’s name inscribed on
the inside of the gold. Grabbing his wallet from his back pocket, he pulled out
her folded picture. The edges were ripped, and the picture overall had seen
better days.
    Kate was blonde, thin, and everything women seemed
to be fighting to be. Her breasts were small, but her skin had been silky soft.
He recalled the way her ass would turn red at the swipe of his hand.
    There was no arousal in the memory. His feelings for
Kate no longer affected him. Kate may be his wife, but now she was more like a
friend than anything else.
    Placing the ring back in the drawer and folding her
picture up, Tristan hung his head. Behind the picture of his wife was another
picture. A picture the doctors had given him on the scan of Vicki’s abdomen.
She hadn’t been able to afford the picture of the ultrasound, but a picture had
been on file.
    Staring down at the small blob on the photo, grief
unlike anything he’d ever known clawed at him. This picture could have changed
everything for him. Having children wasn’t something he thought about. Tristan
had long given up the hope of ever fathering a child. The one woman who’d
almost given him one now hated his guts.
    He didn’t have a clue how to tell her otherwise.
    ****
    Vicki kept walking without looking back. She wanted
to look back, but she fought the urge. Tristan had pushed her away before, and
he broke her heart. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be broken again. The
first man she’d given her heart to was the only man to ever break her heart.
    There was nothing for her to smile about anymore. No
baby, no lover, or guy to call her own. She was all alone in Law Castle. Not
for long. She intended to leave Law Castle and go to the city. Her parents were
already looking for apartments for her.
    She nodded at a few of the locals then made her way
toward Stefan Jackson’s home. The house was large, one of the largest in Law
Castle. His home needed to be large as he held a lot of parties, and several of
the Law Castle Bad Boys stayed over at night. She was like his housekeeper-cum-cleaner
and assistant.
    Opening the gate she bolted either end into the
ground. If anyone turned up they could drive or walk straight to the front
door. Stefan liked his home open. He loved Law Castle and his gang of sorts.
    Stefan was talking with his sister, Chloe, as she
made her way inside the house. They