It had been a clusterfuck at the station after we got back from the rollover. Since Kelsey had been the only witness to the fire the night before, Sawyer had brought her in to write a statement. Bunky, a guy we’d grown up with who was a total asshole, had shown up for a report to file with insurance because he was the owner of the preschool building that had burned. But it turned out he was also Kelsey’s ex. She’d followed him to Montana and found out he was a lying douche canoe and was married—to Sarah’s sister, Lynn—and had two kids. In the station lobby, Sawyer had punched Bunky in the face for being an asshole to Kelsey and had stormed off, pissed.

There were details I didn’t know, but I’d driven Kelsey to the ranch because she had no place to go since it turned out she’d been living in the preschool that burned. I had a feeling that once Sawyer cooled off, he’d be thankful she was safe. And here on the ranch where she belonged. He loved her. That was obvious. That was why I got involved, even if it had Kelsey hating my guts.

She had to wait her turn, because Sarah was at the front of the line for that.

I loved Sarah. Always had. I’d only pushed the idea of it down deep so I didn’t have to feel how much it hurt to crave someone I couldn’t have. Bill O’Banyon had seen to that. Claire’s birth had put the nail in the coffin of our relationship.

But Sawyer was whipped. Ever since Kelsey had kneed him in the balls, from what I’d figured.

But Bunky? That was a fucking bump in the road Sawyer was going to have to get over. I huffed out a laugh, because fortunately for me, I never had to worry about Sarah getting together with her brother-in-law.

At least one of the O’Banyon daughters had done what Daddy wanted and married well. But Lynn wasn’t the sister I cared about.

I pulled around the circle driveway and back down the lane to the main road. I’d been up all night. Based on Kelsey’s account, it appeared the dead guy was the suspected arsonist. He wasn’t going to be setting any more fires, but it was going to be hard to figure out why he’d set this one in the first place with him in the morgue.

All I wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep the day away, but that wasn’t going to happen. I had so much fucking paperwork from the two calls I’d be lucky if I got home by dinner.

My cell rang, and since I was driving, I didn’t check the display. I pushed the button to answer through speaker mode.

“Manning.”

“Ignoring me and my lawyer isn’t going to make me go away.”

The cranky voice had me grimacing. Fuck. Mandy. I’d meant to call her after talking with Kale in the ER, and deal with her shit, but I’d gotten sidetracked.