My mouth fell open, then shut. “These are nothing alike. You can’t say you haven’t been trying to find evidence of my guilt.”

“I told you. You didn’t do it. You’re not involved in Macon’s shit. I know it.”

“You have proof?” I couldn’t miss the hope in my words.

“No, but I have you. I believe in you. Ever since the wake, I’ve been trying to find evidence of your innocence.”

“So besides someone shooting at me, I have to worry the FBI is going to put me in jail for taking over for Macon?”

His jaw clenched. “We don’t know it’s not your brothers trying to kill you.”

I heard what he said. Processed it, yet my brain stalled. “My brothers?” I whispered.

“How often does South drive you to work?” he asked.

“Never.”

“The one time he takes you, you’re shot at.”

“He got shot!”

“That’s what happens when bullets start flying,” he countered.

“Why… I don’t understand. They… why—”

“Why would your brothers want you dead? I can think of a billion reasons.”

I shook my head, my heart numb. I hadn’t been all that close with them, but there was a big difference between not sending birthday presents and murder.

“They don’t need my money. They have trusts of their own from our mother. Her family built the house. Built the empire. Macon was just the ranch hand.”

“You have more shares in the company.”

I laughed, imagining my brothers in suits working at the office. “They don’t want anything to do with the company. It’s not them. Not for money. They have plenty.”

“You have more.” He eyed me because he hadn’t asked. He assumed it was fact.

I nodded. “I have more shares. I make a big salary. Get bonuses. But their trusts aren’t skimpy.” Jed knew I was rich. Knew the nickname Billionaire Ranch was accurate, yet we’d never used actual numbers. “They each have hundreds of millions of dollars, and that’s without any kind of investing or growth.”

Jed whistled.

“It’s not them,” I said. “You want me to trust people. I am. I trust my brothers.”

He eyed me, then nodded.

“Fine. We’ll connect with them later, see what they found out about the shooter. If you can access your files remotely, we can dig around. See what we can find on Macon’s deal with the loggers. But now…”

He raised his hand, let a pair of handcuffs dangle.

My mouth fell open as I stared at the shiny metal.

“You’re arresting me?”

Shaking his head, his gaze raked down my body. “All we can do now, princess, is wait. And I know just how to fill that time.”

I stared at the cuffs, swallowed. “What?”