Two Together: Castleton, #1
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After the accidental death of her stepfather, Eva Bellarmine goes into hiding with a man known only as "Beast." At his family's vacation home in the Sierra mountains, they have to wait until it's safe for Eva to return home. But as their feelings for each other grow, so too does the danger they'll have to confront. Can they work together, or will their reluctance to love tear them apart forever?
Length: 200 pages
Heat level: Low Heat/Kisses Only
Content warning: Brief mention of attempted assault, and war experiences; brief non-graphic violence
Read the Castleton trilogy, small-town forced-proximity sweet romance with a touch of suspense:
Two Together (a Beauty and the Beast twist)
Awakening Love (a Sleeping Beauty twist)
One Love (a Snow White twist)
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Two Together - Reina M. Williams
After the accidental death of her stepfather, Eva Bellarmine goes into hiding with a man known only as Beast.
At his family’s vacation home in the Sierra mountains, they have to wait until it’s safe for Eva to return home. But as their feelings for each other grow, so too does the danger they’ll have to confront. Can they work together, or will their reluctance to love tear them apart forever?
Chapter One
SHE CROUCHED ON THE catwalk. The warehouse was shadowed, only a few dim lights on that could expose her.
Eva,
her stepfather, Chris, said from somewhere. His voice was low, rage singeing each syllable. The cavernous space made it difficult to tell where sound came from. There’s nowhere left to run.
Glancing down, she assessed the distance to the ground—too far to jump. He was right. She’d chosen the wrong way. Now she was trapped. She’d have to try and get past him. He was bigger, stronger, but she’d gotten away earlier...
Other footsteps sounded, joining Chris’s. He was close now, the pool of light a few feet ahead of her splashed across his tall frame. A bulkier man, just as tall, grabbed Chris and shoved him against the rail. The metal clanged, echoing dully. She sprang up. The man appeared monstrous—his heavy clothes in tatters, long, matted hair and beard, the only bits of skin showing scarred, faintly red. Run, she told herself, but her feet rooted on the hard metal. Chris’s knife glinted in the light.
Chris struggled, grunting. Off me, you ugly beast.
Run,
the man said to her. His voice seemed familiar somehow, the echo of a dream.
Sucking in a breath, she streaked past the two men. When she reached the stairs, she looked back. Chris stabbed the man in the side and kicked him as he doubled over.
Run, run, run.
Chris turned to her, his twisted grimace grabbing her, making her stomach knot. The man’s breathing sounded ragged. He needed help. Because of her.
Rage loosened the knots, snaking them into tight ropes through her limbs. No!
She ran at Chris. He laughed, a bitter, hateful sound. She barreled into him with all her strength, just enough to throw him off balance as she hurtled past him, her momentum carrying her forward. She turned, hunched low, her shoulder screaming where it had impacted Chris’s stomach. The man shoved into Chris. He hit the railing, hard. It creaked, a groan. Chris kicked out at the man. She ran at Chris again, fists flailing. The knife caught her arm, slicing into her skin. But she kept on punching, pushing. Chris heaved back and then he was gone. A screech sounded. The railing hung loose. A thud.
Her arm throbbed. She sank to her knees. The metal of the catwalk dug into her skin through the fabric of her pants. Her breathing and the man’s rushed in her ears. Was Chris dead? Had she killed him?
The man sank in front of her, holding his side. Blood seeped through his fingers. She blinked.
Shrugging off her light sweater, she inched toward him. Here.
She moved his hand and wrapped the sweater around him, knotting it on the side to make it tight enough to hopefully staunch the bleeding. We should get you to a hospital.
Been through worse. Don’t worry about me.
His voice was rich, his breathing steadying. You should’ve run.
She shivered. I couldn’t leave you, injured. Because of me.
No. He did this, not you.
His voice sank into her, riveted her attention like the tones of a commanding officer. Almost like Grandpa’s had been. But this man was much younger than Grandpa, though she couldn’t tell his age.
She met his gaze. Piercing blue eyes—the greenish-blue of a bay—made her stare, their gazes pooling together into silence.
You’re shaking,
he said. You’re the one who needs to go to the hospital.
She shook her head. Tears stung her eyes. Her throat tightened. She hated hospitals. They were death—her father, her mother, Grandpa.
The man leaned closer. She inhaled. His scent was sharp, but not unwashed—rather the scent of Ivory soap cut by salty sweat and blood. Okay, no hospital. I’ll make a couple of calls. Everything will be okay.
Nothing could be okay. She’d killed a man. She’d left Margo, her stepsister, an orphan. Hugging her arms, she rocked slightly. Her right bicep was tacky.
Ted, I need you down at the old warehouse. A man’s been killed. He was attacking this girl. I tried to stop him. He hit a railing. It broke and he fell.
He was silent then.
She stilled, her teeth beginning to chatter. She tried to clench her jaw, but she couldn’t seem to work her muscles right.
What’s Brooks doing here in LA?
He stood silent a moment. Fine. I want this as quiet as possible. Thanks.
He put his phone back into the folds of his clothes. Some people will be here soon. Think you can get up?
She flopped her body to the side. Her knees ached. She shook her head.
We’ll sit here, then.
He shrugged off his outer garment, a jacket of some kind. His lips, what little she could see of them, tightened. He must be in pain. Here. You need to keep warm.
He draped the jacket over her shoulders.
She tried to nod, but her head dipped down and stayed bent.
This isn’t your fault, Eva.
She peeked at him. How’d he know her name?
I heard him say your name,
he said, as if reading her thoughts. Her question must’ve been obvious in her expression. Must be one of sheer confusion. Nothing was making sense. Guess he knew you?
My stepfather.
Her voice was a low, raspy whisper.
Where’s your mom?
Dead.
It was just her and Margo now. Except Margo had never wanted her as a sister. She’d thought Margo’s invitation for Thanksgiving was an attempt at reconciliation. But, once again, Eva had trusted too much. It had been a ploy to get her down here, so Chris could force her into signing over her inheritance, and force her into his bed. A shiver shook her body. Her stomach roiled at the flash of memory. Of Chris trying to push himself on her. She’d punched him and kneed him in the groin, giving her enough time to escape the house. But he’d been close behind. She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up here. She scrunched her brows together. But she didn’t want to remember anymore. She wanted to feel warm and safe. Like she used to at Grandpa’s.
Is there anyone you want me to call?
She shook her head. She was alone.
There was Bill, Grandpa’s friend and lawyer, but what could he do, from hundreds of miles north of here? And he’d already done so much, fighting for her with a minimal fee, handling Grandpa’s estate, which had seen her through college. The way Chris and her mom had spent money, she was surprised there was anything left of her mother’s money, but there must be for Chris to put up such a fight about it.
She leaned her cheek on her knees, trying to huddle into a ball. This man, whose appearance had frozen her with fear, was being so gentle, yet a strong presence. She felt sick, but not as afraid as when she’d been running, alone.
Will you be okay if I go down and see if they’ve arrived yet?
She shrugged, even though her limbs tensed, a shot of panic cracking through them.
He pushed himself up. Sit tight. I’ll be right back.
With slow steps, he walked toward the stairs.
She glanced at the broken railing. She rocked and let out a moan, burying her head in her knees.
Hey.
His steps shuffled on the walkway. She felt his large presence beside her. He touched her shoulder. We’ll wait here together. This isn’t your fault. Did he hurt you, before you got here?
No.
She breathed in, the sharp scent of fear she’d noticed earlier coming from her, not the man. Raising her head, she tried to meet his eyes, but instead glanced toward the small door that was still cracked open. He tried to. I ran.
Good for you. How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?
Most people underestimated her age. Twenty-two.
He let out a breath, almost a sigh of relief. Has he tried this before?
Kind of. I was away at college most of the time they were married.
Why was he questioning her? She’d have to go through enough of that, surely, with the police. She’d never even gotten a ticket before. Will I be arrested?
she whispered.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
His voice was gruff now, a better match to his rough appearance.
Thanks.
You’re the one who came back to help me. That was brave.
Or maybe just stupid. If she’d left, maybe Chris would still be alive...or maybe she’d be the dead one. Her stomach roiled and she hunched herself as tightly as she could.
The door creaked open. It’s Ted and Agent Brooks. Where are you?
Up here on the catwalk. I think she’s in shock.
Heavy footsteps sounded across the floor, then after a pause, they came up the stairs.
Why don’t you tell the agent what happened while I talk to this young lady.
Her head felt too heavy to raise, but she had to. She forced herself to look up. A tall, lean man with dark blonde hair folded himself down onto the walk, where the man had been. The man was now standing with the agent, a familiar-looking African American man, near the stairs.
I’m Judge Ted McKewan. How are you holding up?
His eyes crinkled with concern. He looked like he should be out surfing, not presiding in a courtroom.
I’m... I don’t know.
She breathed for a moment. He said nothing, just studied her. The other men’s voices were too low to hear. I’m Eva Bellarmine. That man...down there is Christopher Drake, my stepfather.
Hello!
a reedy voice called from downstairs.
That’ll be the doctor. He should come take a look at you.
But, him...
she pointed to the man. He was stabbed in the side.
You’re bleeding too, or were.
He glanced at her arm. Humor me, okay?
She nodded. Who was the man, this man who looked like a homeless vagabond but who could call a judge and a law enforcement agent in the middle of the night and have them act like it was an everyday visit? Whoever he was, her tired, aching limbs warmed slightly with gratitude.
Doc, up here,
Judge McKewan said. He rose.
More noises echoed in the space. The man traded places with the judge, who stepped away with Agent Brooks. They had a whispered conversation. Then they both greeted a small, bespectacled man in khaki pants, a checked shirt, and a black medical bag. He smiled at her. He looked familiar too.
Eva Bellarmine?
She nodded. He knelt next to her and examined her arm. A cigar poked from his shirt pocket. Dr. Henry Little. I was in the army with your grandfather. We met once, when you were a girl. Sorry to have heard about Colonel Bellarmine.
Thank you. I remember you.
He’d been a young man then, about the same age as her father. He’d been a cigar smoker then, too. She flinched when Dr. Little put something on her cut. Then he bandaged it. He seemed like a kind man. He’d brought her and her mother flowers once.
This is not the way I’d like to meet again, but I’m glad you’re okay. Here’s some water. Are you warm enough?
She nodded and sipped from the open water bottle he’d handed her. I think he’s hurt worse than I am.
She motioned to the man.
Don’t worry, he’s next.
He smiled at her.
She felt a ghost of a smile on her own lips. What’s his name?
He’ll tell you. If he wants to.
He bandaged her arm. I think you’ll be okay. Take care, now. I’ll check in before I leave.
He rose and walked to the grouping of the other three men.
Judge McKewan and Agent Brooks walked to her. Dr. Little examined the man. The other two blocked her view.
Seems pretty straightforward,
Agent Brooks said to her. He has a daughter, Margo?
Yes. She’s staying at a friend’s tonight. I don’t have the number. I think she said the Pattersons.
Don’t worry. I’ll get in touch with her. This is accidental. Your name won’t be involved. But best for you to stay out of sight awhile. I’d like you to stay in town a few days, though.
She looked slowly from the agent to the judge. Her head felt heavy.
The judge nodded. I want you to stay with him.
He pointed to the man. Protective custody of sorts. Okay?
Custody?
She pulled her knees closer to her chest. Her body ached from sitting on the cold, hard metal walkway, from the running, the fear. Why?
Not really custody. He can look out for you, keep you hidden. We think that’s best until we can process everything. No more questions.
She opened her mouth to ask if she could go home. But she had no home. Just a rented room near the VA where she worked as an administrative assistant. She was supposed to be on vacation, and the Millers had asked if their oldest son could use the room while she was gone. He shouldn’t have to—
Miss, no arguments. This is a very unusual situation. Be grateful and move forward,
Agent Brooks said. He placed his large hand on her shoulder.
I am grateful. Really I am.
She rubbed her throat. I don’t want to cause trouble for anyone. But how can I...
You can. My goddaughter, Ashley, went to college with you. I need you to trust us—him.
He pointed to the man. At least one of her questions was answered—where she’d seen Agent Brooks before. Ashley’d had a picture of him with her family on her bulletin board when they’d roomed in the same dorm.
Her rescuer came up behind them. He was a stark contrast to these two starched and pressed men.
All right.
The judge turned to the man. It’ll all be taken care of. Need you to watch her for a few days at least.
What? No. I go alone.
The man’s gaze bored into the judge’s.
Not this week. These are big favors you’re asking. We’re asking a small one in return. She needs to be safe, hidden. You’re an expert at both. So, make yourselves scarce. Keep your phone on, in case I need to reach you.
The man crossed his arms across his broad chest. He nodded.
Take care, Eva,
Agent Brooks said. He and Judge McKewan walked to the stairs.
Dr. Little returned. Eva, he has my number if you need anything, okay? I hope to see you again. Take care.
She nodded. Her rescuer held out his hand. She grasped it. His rough skin contrasted the strength and warmth of his touch, the gentle firmness with which he pulled her up.
I don’t know what to say.
She wanted to protest, or thank him, or something, but everything was a jumble. Except that the tightness, the fear, lessened in his grip.
Then don’t say anything.
His gruff voice silenced her.
He led her to the