BELLA STOOD IN WHAT USED to be the middle of her living room, glanced around and fought the tears stinging her eyes. More than half of her home was gone, destroyed by the fire. And according to the fire marshal it had been deliberately set. If it hadn’t been for the quick thinking of her men who begun using water hoses to douse the flames, the entire ranch house would have gone up in smoke.
Her heart felt heavy. Oppressed. Broken. All she’d wanted when she had left Savannah was to start a new life here. But it seemed that was not going to happen. Someone wanted her gone. Who wanted her land that much?
She felt a touch to her arm and without looking up she knew it was Jason. Her body would recognize his touch anywhere. He had been by her side the entire time and watched as portions of her house went up in flames. And he had held her when she couldn’t watch any longer and buried her face in his chest and clung to him. At that moment he had become the one thing that was unshakable in a world that was falling down all around her; intentionally being destroyed by someone who was determined to steal her happiness and joy. And he had held her and whispered over and over that everything was going to be all right. And she had tried to believe him and had managed to draw strength from him.
His family had arrived and had given their support as well and had let the authorities know they wanted answers and wanted the person or persons responsible brought to justice. Already they were talking about helping her rebuild and, like Jason had done, assured her that everything would be all right.
Sheriff Harper had questioned her, making inquiries similar to the ones Pete had yesterday when the rock had been thrown through her living room window. Did she know of anyone who wanted her out of Denver? Whoever was responsible was determined to get their message through to her loud and clear.
“Bella?”
She glanced up and met Jason’s gaze. “Yes?”
“Come on, let’s go. There’s nothing more we can do here tonight.”
She shuddered miserably and the lungs holding back her sob constricted. “Go? Go where, Jason? Look around you. I no longer have a home.”
She couldn’t stop the single tear that fell from her eyes. Instead of responding to what she’d said Jason brushed the tear away with the pad of his thumb before entwining his fingers in hers. He then led her away toward the barn for a moment of privacy. It was then that he turned her to face him, sweeping the curls back from her face. He fixed her with a gaze that stirred everything inside of her.
“As long as I have a home, Bella, you do, too.”
He then drew in a deep breath. “Don’t let whoever did this win. This is land that your grandfather gave you and you have every right to be here if that’s what you want. Don’t let anyone run you off your land,” Jason said in a husky whisper.
She heard his words, she felt his plea, but like she’d told him, she no longer had a home now. She didn’t want to depend on others, become their charity case. “But what can I do, Jason? It takes money to rebuild and thanks to my parents, my trust fund is on hold.” She paused and then with sagging shoulders added, “I don’t have anything now. The ranch was insured, but it will take time to rebuild.”