Her Master Detective

By Sandra S. Kerns

Izzy wants nothing more from life than to help her students. After a disastrous marriage to a mobster, she is happy just to be alive. Afraid to trust her judgment where men are concerned, she keeps all her relationships at arm's length. Until she finds herself the victim of a hit-and-run and the person who comes to her aid is her best friend's brother-in-law. His caring nature is in direct opposition to his public 'just the facts, ma'am,' attitude. The shadows in his eyes tell her he knows, as she does, what true loss is. That combination makes denying her attraction to him nearly impossible. Even though her ex is in prison, she never forgets his last words to her. Does she dare risk Tres’ life by giving into their attraction?

Tres Masters gave up on love years ago. He knows from firsthand experience that cops and softhearted women don't mesh. So why is he intrigued by his sister-in-law's beautiful but skittish friend? The way she avoids answering questions makes him suspicious as well as intrigued. When someone paints a target on her back, he wonders if it's because of his past or hers. While he's trying to keep her safe, can he standby his no relationship rule or is he destined to face the pain of heartache again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra S. Kerns
• Release date: Sep 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301246670

Sandra S. Kerns

Sandra writes romantic suspense. She enjoys speaking to writer's groups as well as libraries and reader groups. An award-winning author, she has no time to rest on her laurels. To keep her readers happy she tries to publish at least 4 novels each year and usually another Christmas novella at the end of the year. For inspiration she looks out at the Rocky Mountains from her back patio or watches the waves when she visits Cocoa Beach, Florida.

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Her Master Detective

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Sandra S. Kerns

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Chapter One

Izzy smiled at her friends across the table at the Last Bite Diner. Newlyweds, how could you not smile? They barely knew the rest of the world still existed they were so wrapped up in each other. If they weren’t careful the heat from their kiss would melt the remaining Thanksgiving snow outside the window.

Stop staring, Izzy. It’s rude, Copper Masters said.

Sorry, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so much in love.

Hmmm, you should try it.

Izzy shook her head. No thanks. Love and I seem to have a problem getting along.

Oh please, just because the last guy you dated was a total waste of time doesn’t mean every man is.

He wasn’t a waste of time, Izzy defended. At Copper’s doubting glance, she gave up. Okay, he was, but he isn’t the problem. It’s me. I’m not good at relationships. I don’t even do friendships well.

Sure you do. We’re great friends, Copper said.

You’re gone most of the time, which makes it easy. I only see you every five or six months when you visit your in-laws. Izzy laughed. She did really like Copper. She was light-hearted, trusting and carefree. Everything Izzy wasn’t.

We were friends before I married this lug and moved, Copper reminded her as she hugged her husband's massive arm.

Yes we were. And we both had our own businesses which kept us busy. You volunteered your time at so many different places I lost count. Add to that all the hikes you took your monster of a dog on, and an occasional lunch or coffee is all your friendship ever required of me. I can handle that much socializing.

You make yourself sound like a recluse, Copper said.

Izzy leaned across the table and wiggled her finger at her friend inviting her to do the same. When Copper was close Izzy smiled. That’s because I am.

If Copper knew the real reason Izzy didn’t date or socialize she wouldn’t keep trying to fix her up. But Izzy didn’t tell anyone about that. She tried very hard not to even think about it. She decided to change the subject.

Anyway, tutoring kids from middle school through college age I have more than enough testosterone to deal with. I don’t need to look for more on my own time. Have you got any idea how hard it is to get teenage boys to focus on more than the cami top the girl in front of them is wearing? She shook her head in mock terror. Their food arrived and she hoped the topic of conversation would change with it.

She glanced at the plate in front of Copper’s husband, Dos Masters. I’m still amazed at how little food you eat. The man was a giant, but usually ate less than Izzy.

Don’t worry, I eat plenty. I just don’t eat it all at once, he said. She saw him glance up as a shadow passed the window. Then he nodded his chin toward the door. Now that guy, he can put it away.

Izzy turned and looked where Dos pointed. She almost choked on the bite she was swallowing. A carbon copy of Dos was walking through the door of the diner. She closed her eyes thinking she had to be imagining it. When she opened them again, Dos had left the table and walked to the counter. The man he’d pointed out was smiling and pulling him into a hug. She turned back around and stared at Copper.

You’ve got to be kidding. There are two of them? Her friend smiled widely.

Actually, there are three, Copper said smiling.

Three? Why did I never notice there were three handsome giants in this town? I’ve lived here over two years now.

Well, you know Dos is in the army, so he’s not around much. Ace, the oldest is the assistant district attorney which keeps him pretty busy. Since I don't remember you as being a lawbreaker, you probably don't have much reason to see him. And Tres, Copper nodded toward the man her husband was talking to, is a cop. All three are pretty anti-social to be honest. Other than work and family they don’t get out a lot. Reminds me of someone else I know.

Before Izzy could comment a shadow fell over the table and Copper started wiggling across the bench seat to pry herself out of the booth. Izzy couldn’t look away as her friend disappeared, eight month pregnancy belly and all, in a hug of mammoth proportions.

Hey, little sister, it’s good to see you, the copy of Dos said lifting Copper off the ground. I bet mom’s giving you two an earful for not making Thanksgiving.

Izzy saw happiness shine in her friend’s eyes. She could tell Copper loved her new family. Listening to her reply only verified it.

It’s good to see you, too. And all I have to do is let mom pat my huge tummy and she forgives me anything, Copper said. Join us, we just got our food.

No, I’m picking up carry out. I don’t want to intrude, Tres said.

Oh please, Izzy doesn’t mind, do you, Iz? Copper asked.

Izzy smiled. What was she supposed to say? No, your brother-in-law is too good looking to sit at my table. Why would I mind? Please, she said, motioning to the spot on the bench beside her.

The minute he sat down the walls seemed to close in. His dark presence, long black leather coat, black slacks and boots, and the darkest brown hair she’d ever seen, brought everything else into stark contrast. Izzy felt like all the air around them had been sucked from the room. Not that he sat too close, he didn’t. He barely sat on the edge of the booth seat. Perched would actually be a better description of what he did. Obviously, he believed girls still had cooties. The ridiculous thought helped her relax. Then he turned and pinned her with a pair of the warmest charcoal eyes she’d ever seen.

Tres Masters, he said, holding out his hand to her.

Isadora Jovanovich, she said. With the touch of his hand warmth replaced the shiver. Two seconds later she felt it flood her face. Dang her pale skin.

Good heavens, you two sound like a couple of snobs. This is the Last Bite Diner, not Tavern on the Green, though that's closed so I guess it's a poor example of a snobby place, Copper said.

Thanks, for embarrassing me even more, Copper, Izzy grumbled, pulling her hand free of the addicting warmth. If the man had any sense he’d run now before she did something really stupid, like blabber on about those gorgeous eyes of his. When had charcoal become sexy?

When it's hot and sizzling.

Images of those eyes heated by passion filled her vision. The flush now covering her face had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with . . . whoa, girl. Against the rules, she reminded herself. Then she felt the bench dip a bit and realized he was leaning toward her. She glanced at him. A playful look danced in his eyes now drawing her in.

I think that one was aimed at me. Copper’s always getting on me about being so formal.

Izzy smiled. Well, that isn’t usually my problem. The casual atmosphere is one of the reasons I moved out here. Realizing what a lead that would be for someone to ask about her past, Izzy quickly asked a question. So, Copper tells me you’re a cop?

Detective, Copper and Dos said at the same time.

Izzy raised both eyebrows in appreciation while Tres Masters rolled his eyes. He didn’t seem to like being the center of attention. She could empathize with that. Maybe he wasn’t like the typical handsome guys she knew from her past. Most of them would have puffed up at the compliment.

Give it a rest, you two. Remember where we live. It’s not like Braedon is a hot bed of crime. My life is not as exciting as CSI New York.

The mention of New York definitely put a damper on the conversation for Izzy. It was the last place she wanted to talk about, or think about, or anything. She glanced at her watch and started to slip her arms in her coat. Oh geez, I forgot, I need to get back to work.

Izzy, you haven’t finished your lunch, Copper said.

I’ll take it with me, she said. She scooted across the bench since Tres had stood the moment she said something. When she stood, she reached back to get her purse and the plate. Bye you two, nice to meet you, Detective, Izzy said, with a nod. She quickly crossed to the counter without waiting for any responses.

Once on the sidewalk she waved at the trio in the diner before climbing in her car. When she turned the key cold air blasted from the heater. It helped cool her nerves. It also sent a chill over her entire body. She should have parked in the sun so the car would have been warmer. She’d forgotten her gloves again. Placing her hands on the steering wheel made them hurt. It was as cold as an icicle.

Izzy tried to remember why she’d moved to this fickle weather state as she backed out and drove down the road shivering. It had been sixty degrees two days ago. Last night the temperature plummeted and they had snow on the ground this morning. Granted in the sun it was beautiful, but in the shade, not so much. It would be much easier to dress appropriately if the seasons would stay in character.

She drove a few miles before pulling into the parking area of a local park. For a few minutes she just sat there with the heater running. It warmed her ankles while the sun coming through the window warmed her head and shoulders. When the car was good and warm she turned off the engine, pushed her seat back, and pulled her ‘to-go’ bag onto her lap. Now this she could handle. Birds and squirrels playing in the trees didn’t ask questions, just provided animated entertainment.

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Tres tried to hold up his end of the conversation while waiting for his food. It wasn’t easy considering his mind had driven away with Ms. Jovanovich. Then again, maybe he should just go with what was on his mind.

So what does your friend do? he asked Copper.

Izzy’s a tutor. Why? Are you interested?

Tres shook his head. He kept forgetting Copper was an incurable romantic. She’d joined forces with his mother in pursuit of finding him and Ace wives. Down, girl, I’m just making conversation.

Since when? his brother asked. Conversation has never been one of our strengths.

A grin tugged at Tres’ lips as Copper elbowed Dos. Don’t tease him. I think it’s great he’s interested in Izzy.

Copper, Tres warned. She shrugged.

Let’s see, what can I tell you? She moved here about two years ago and started a tutoring business. She’s developed a great client base. Parents love her, kids love her, and teachers love her. She’s really smart and tutors kids from middle school to college in any subject.

He tried hard to hide the fact he was impressed. Not because of her intelligence, Tres knew plenty of smart women. But he was impressed she was making a living as a tutor. Self-employment wasn’t the easiest way to earn a living. Add to that the fact she had done so in a place unfamiliar to her, during a down economy, and in a less than glamorous profession, who wouldn't be impressed. She mentioned moving here because it’s so casual. Where did she move from?

His pretty sister-in-law cocked her head and frowned. She was such a joy to watch. Her emotions clear on her face for everyone to see. She was the total opposite of him and his brothers.

Hmm. Now that you ask I have to admit I don’t know. I guess we never really talked about it. We met at one of those fundraisers walks for cancer research. She lost her mother to it like I did. Before I knew it, we were fast friends.

There’s a shocker, Tres teased. He knew only too well that Copper never met a stranger. She made friends faster than rabbits multiplied. He immediately realized he hadn’t asked about the baby.

I’m a little surprised to see you two back. Should you be flying when you’re this far along? he asked. Dos’ arm went around her shoulders. His brother was a born protector.

I tried to talk her out of it, but you know Copper once she’s made up her mind. She wanted to see mom and the girls one more time before Little Bit is born, Dos said.

Tres smiled. Little Bit, he liked it. He had to admit, he had smiled more since Copper came into their lives than he had in years. Though he had no intention of joining the ranks of married couples again, he was glad Dos had found someone. His brother had been through hell and deserved some happiness.

His lunch finally arrived. He watched Copper’s eyes grow wide at the size of the bag. At six foot six he could put a lot of food away. Dos, only an inch shorter had health issues that had changed his appetite. Tres didn’t have any such problems.

Don’t worry. It’s not all for me. My partner’s sandwich is in here, too, he said standing.

Yeah, I’m sure Gina’s part takes up maybe a tenth of that bag, Copper said.

Tres leaned over and kissed her head before squeezing Dos’ shoulder. He knew he would get a call from his mother later about a family get together. His sour mood lately didn't make the loud and cheerful gatherings a comfortable place. But, for Dos he would do anything. I’ll try and get over to the house tonight for dinner.

He left the diner and climbed in his truck. Heading back to the station he felt drained. It had nothing to do with fielding Copper’s attempts to play matchmaker. Work was the problem. Right now it was the last place he wanted to be, which was why he had volunteered to come pick up lunch. At least he could get away for a few minutes.

The case in court on today had been long, hard, and personal. Somehow the damned defense attorney kept getting postponements. Granted part of that problem had been the defendant kept firing his attorneys. It had taken more than a year to get to court. He didn't just want it over with for his sake. The victim's young widow needed it over so she could move on. Scraping a hand over his face he pushed the memories trying to escape back to their black hole.

Sun glinted off a passing car’s chrome making him squint and turn his head. His gaze went to a park on his right. He recognized an old Toyota in the parking lot. Scanning the tables in the area for the driver he didn’t find her. Turning into the second entrance for the lot he pulled in several spots away from the car. Looking out his passenger window he saw the driver. It seemed Ms. Isadora Jovanovich had told a fib. Normally, that would make him leery, but having been on the receiving end of Copper's matchmaking attempts himself, he could give her a break. Grabbing his lunch he climbed out of his truck and walked to a sunny picnic table.

Setting the large coffee on the table he sat on the seat. What the hell was he doing? Why did he hope she would join him? He shook his head and started pulling items from the bag. The aroma of Maddie’s Meatball Madness sandwich wafted up as he opened the foil wrapping.

He took a bite and enjoyed the burst of flavors in his mouth. Maddie mixed hot Italian sausage with beef for her meatballs and they were the best Tres had ever tasted. And the sauce with tomato, basil, and garlic topped it off with perfection. As he swallowed a squishing sound reached his ear. He chased the bite with a drink of coffee.

Detective Masters?

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. How could he not looking at that pretty face. Ms. Jovanovich, I thought you were headed back to work. A rosy glow bloomed on her cheeks that he doubted came from the cool air.

She stood beside the table holding a carry-out cup. Okay, you caught me.

Tres waved his hand in the air. Don’t worry about it. I’m not much on socializing either. And Copper’s matchmaking tendencies are definitely not subtle. When she smiled Tres swore the sun got brighter.

I hope I didn’t ruin lunch for everyone.

He watched her chew on the inside of her cheek.

No. he shook his head. I hadn’t planned on staying anyway. I’m expected back at the station. The way she tilted her head, but didn’t ask anything encouraged him to say more. I said I’m expected, not that I wanted to be there.

Tough day?

The compassion in her voice intrigued Tres. He realized he didn’t want to go to work, but he didn’t want to be alone either. Strange, very strange.

Tough month, he said. Motioning toward the other side of the table he looked up at her. Why don’t you join me and finish your coffee?

I don’t want to intrude.

You aren’t. In fact you’d be helping me.

She slid onto the bench across from him. How’s that?

You can distract me from thinking about work for a while. Copper said you’re a tutor. Tell me about your kids, he said, before taking another bite of sandwich.

He watched a smile pull at her lips again. Then he saw it in her eyes. Amber colored eyes with flecks of gold at the irises that sparkled. Obviously she liked what she did for a living.

The kids are great. They range from really struggling to those who just want the absolute best test score they can get. They’re all very different. I have kids from every income level you can imagine, but at my house they’re all the same.

How’d you manage that? He knew from experience how hard it was to get the haves and have-nots to get along.

I don’t give anyone the option to act otherwise. If they don’t show respect to each other, they’re out. It doesn’t take long for them to realize I mean what I say and I’m willing to back it up.

He grinned pulling out a bag of chips. Opening it he set it between them. Yeah, you look really tough. I’m sure they’re terrified.

Her laughter, soft and warm, flowed over him taking more tension out of his muscles.

Don’t you worry, Detective, she said, offering what must be her tough-guy expression, I can hold my own. But it’s more a matter of respect and understanding I’m after. It’s not part of my official tutoring program, but one of the more important lessons I think they learn.

Tres got the impression it was the most important lesson to her. That meant at some point the woman hadn’t been given respect. That gave him pause as she seemed very confident and together. I thought you didn't want to be a cop for a few minutes. The kick