Theirs to Keep

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - F O U R

CADE CARRIED HER INTO DALLAS’S clinic, and when the receptionist saw them, she immediately stood and motioned them through the door to one of the exam rooms.

Just a moment after Cade laid her down on the table, Dallas hurried in, a frown creasing his face. Then he got a look at Merrick.

“What the hell happened?” Dallas demanded.

“Fire,” Cade said grimly.

“Bullets too,” Elle blurted.

Merrick’s face grew stormy. “What the fuck?”

Cade shook his head in confusion. “Back up. You said bullets?”

Elle nodded as Dallas put his stethoscope to her chest and asked her to breathe deeply. He was eyeing Merrick with concern even as he examined her.

“Someone fired bullets into the office. I dove under the desk, and that’s when they torched the place. I saw the bottles hit the floor and explode with flames.”

“Son of a bitch,” Merrick swore. “She could have been killed!”

“Why would someone do this?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Could be any number of people,” Cade said. “Not like we don’t have enemies.”

Elle had gone pale, and she shook visibly. “You don’t think it has anything to do with me, do you? Do you think…he…found me? Or that he knows I’m not dead?”

Dallas shot Cade and Merrick a look, quirking up his eyebrow as if to ask them if there was any credence to Elle’s fear.

Cade pushed closer to Elle’s bedside and rubbed his hand up and down her back. Merrick stifled a deep cough and went to Elle’s other side. She reached for him blindly, tangling her hand with his.

“It probably has more to do with the asshole we caught trying to steal a car from Bo’s dealership last night,” Merrick said. “He was spouting threats. Most of the time, it’s just talk, but it’s worth looking into.”

“Is he not still in jail?” Elle asked.

Cade shrugged. “I don’t know. We don’t typically follow up. Could be out on bail. But even if he’s still locked up, he could have had others torch the office in retaliation. It probably has nothing to do with you one way or another, honey. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“So it was you and Merrick they were targeting then,” she said, an unhappy twist to her mouth. “They were trying to kill you.”

“We don’t know that, baby,” Merrick soothed. “It could have been a random act of violence.”

Even as he said it, they all knew how unlikely it was. Their office wasn’t in a residential section, and it wasn’t in a part of town where drive-by shootings were a common occurrence.

It was personal.

“You should both get looked at,” Dallas said to Cade and Merrick. “I need to do some blood work on Elle and put her on oxygen for a while. She needs to stay here so I can monitor her condition.”

“I’m okay,” Elle said softly. “See to them. I wasn’t in there for too long.”

Dallas put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You were exposed to the fire and smoke longer than they were. I need to make sure you don’t have any injuries that were overlooked in the excitement of the moment.”

She reluctantly nodded her agreement.

Dallas called in his nurse practitioner and sent Cade and Merrick to the next room to be checked out.

Cade was reluctant to leave Elle but knew she was in good hands with Dallas. He went into the next room and waited impatiently as the nurse practitioner did a thorough examination of both him and Merrick.

When she left the two men alone in the room, Merrick turned to Cade.

“She could have been killed. We can’t leave her alone like that again even if it’s just for a few minutes. Hell, we sent your dad to go stay with her. What if he’d been there when all this went down? We could have lost them both.”

“I know,” Cade said in a low voice. “What do you think? Retaliation? It’s not like our information isn’t all over the place at Bo’s or any other place we do security for. Our advertisement of security monitoring and the warnings are posted around the perimeter.”

“I think it’s our best bet right now,” Merrick said. “Doesn’t make sense why we’d be targeted as some random business to torch. And I don’t buy that whoever tried to kill Elle has figured out where she is and is trying to finish the job. Maybe that’s naïve of me, but my gut tells me that whatever son of a bitch worked her over thought the job was done, and he’s not even looking for whether her body ever turns up or not. If he dumped her in the river, he’s probably betting on her never turning up.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Cade said. “I don’t think this has anything to do with Elle. But the fact that she was caught in the crossfire because of some asshole wanting revenge on us pisses me off.”

“I’ll make some phone calls. Find out if our boy is still in jail and if the cops have any leads on what happened today.”

Cade nodded. “I need to call Dad. He’ll be worried about us and Elle, and I need to find out what’s going on with the fire.”

Dallas stuck his head in the door and both men stood.

“How is Elle?” Merrick demanded.

Dallas came in and shut the door behind him. “I think she’ll be fine. I’m waiting on the results of her blood gasses. I didn’t find any serious injuries. Just a few cuts from the glass, and she had scrapes on her hands and knees from being on the floor. I just want to keep her here for a few hours before I let you take her home. I have her on oxygen, and I gave her something to help her relax.”

“Thanks, man, we appreciate this,” Cade said.

Dallas hesitated as if he was going to say something but thought better of it.

Then he sighed. “You know you can’t keep on in denial of Elle’s situation. And I’m saying this as your friend. I know she’s afraid, and I know she’s put her past out of her mind, but it’s situations like today that make it all the more important that she at least has an identity. Hell, even if you had to create one for her. If something serious happens to her, you can’t keep her out of the hospital because it means someone finds out that she has no idea who she is or where she came from. Have you tried running her prints yet? You guys know enough people in the police department that you could get it done on the sly.”

Merrick’s expression darkened, but Cade cut him off before he could get worked up.

“The only way running her prints would work is if she’s already in the system. It’s a long shot, and frankly, we’ve held back because if she’s had trouble with the law in the past, we don’t want it to affect her future. With us. We know we can’t turn a blind eye to her past forever.”

Cade broke off and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired. Worried. The issue of Elle was ever present in his mind and had worn him down over the past months.

“Maybe a part of me is afraid—like Elle is—to find out what’s in her past. I don’t want to lose her.”

Merrick nodded. “She’s remembering more. I don’t want to rush her and force the issue before she’s ready to handle it. What if we go dig it all up and find out who she is and she cracks under the pressure? I know it’s not right, but I don’t care about what’s right. I care about what’s best for Elle, and I care about not hurting her.”

“I understand,” Dallas said. “My main concern is that you get into a situation where Elle can’t get the care she needs because of your fears of discovery. I have a few contacts who could get her an identity. Driver’s license. Social Security card. Birth certificate. Think about it. She’d likely feel a little more secure if she didn’t fear discovery on a daily basis.”

Dallas tucked the clipboard he was holding against his side. “Get back to me if you want me to get in touch with a guy I know. He owes me a favor.”

“Thanks,” Merrick said.

“Now tell me how you’re feeling,” Dallas said to Merrick.

Even as he spoke, he prodded Merrick into sitting on the exam table, and he listened to Merrick’s lungs and checked the rest of his vitals.

“I’m fine,” Merrick said, but his voice broke as he coughed.

Dallas frowned. “Son of a bitch. You’ve got to be careful, man. A whole hell of a lot is riding on you remaining healthy. This is your one shot. You may never get another. I’m telling you this as your friend and as your doctor.”

“What was I supposed to do? Leave her in there to die?” Merrick demanded.

His hands were curled into beefy fists, and he looked like he wanted to put one of them through the wall.

“Chill, man,” Cade said in a soft voice. “She’s okay. We need to focus on you. You can’t go down now.”

“I don’t want you working out this evening,” Dallas said with a frown. “Take it easy tonight. Rest up, and if you’re feeling up to it, you can train in the morning. But I want your ass here at the clinic as soon as the session is over.”

Merrick nodded.

Dallas put his hand on Merrick’s shoulder. “I’m going back to check on Elle. I’ll be back to let you know when you can see her.”

The two men watched as Dallas left the room, and then Cade turned his gaze on Merrick.

“He has a point,” Cade said. “Elle needs an identity. It can’t help to wake up every morning worried what the day will bring. She can’t even go to the grocery store without fear because she doesn’t have a driver’s license or any sort of identification.”

“So, what, we get her a fake ID?” Merrick asked slowly.

“We could,” Cade said. “But I was thinking along the lines of something a little different.”

Merrick lifted one eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

Cade blew out his breath in a controlled manner as he figured out just the right way to say what he was thinking. It was something he should have thought of a lot earlier, but he wouldn’t have wanted to pressure Elle too soon. Hell, maybe it was still too soon to be thinking along these lines.

“If we’re going to invent an identity for her, then why not go with one that affords her the most protection?”

“I’m with you,” Merrick said.

“We give her ours,” Cade said in a low tone. “We make her Elle Walker-Sullivan.”