Mary drew back a little, her blue eyes slightly shocked, feeling slightly excited, and also slightly embarrassed because she was excited. How was it possible to feel both scandalized and excited?“ Wolf Mackenzie!” she said, her eyes going even larger. “You said…that word!”
His hard face looked both tender and amused. “So I did.”
She swallowed. “I’ve never heard anyone say it before. I mean, not in real life. In movies—but of course that isn’t real life, and in movies it almost never means what it really means. They use it as an adjective instead of a verb.” She looked perplexed at such an inexplicable grammatical oversight.
He was smiling as he entered her, his black eyes shining. “This,” he said, “is the verb.”
He loved the way she looked when he made love to her, her eyes languorous, her cheeks flushed. She sucked in her breath and moved beneath him, taking him completely into her and enveloping him in her sweet heat. Her hands moved up to the back of his neck. “Yes,” she agreed seriously. “This is the verb.”
If their first lovemaking had been fierce, since then he had been teaching her how sweet it was when the pleasure was protracted, when the caresses and kisses lingered while tension slowly coiled within until it was so hot and powerful that it exploded out of control. His hunger for her was so strong that he tried to put off his climax for as long as possible, so he could stay inside her and feed that hunger. It wasn’t a hunger for sex, per se, though it had a strong sexual base. He didn’t simply want to make love, he wanted—needed—to make love to her specifically, to Mary Elizabeth Potter. He had to feel her silky, fragile skin under his hands, feel her soft body sheathing him, smell her unique scent of womanhood, forge ancient bonds with each slow thrust and acceptance of their bodies. He was a half-breed; his spirit was strong and uncomplicated, his instincts close to those of his ancestors of both races. With other women, he had had sex; with Mary, he mated.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back. Startled, Mary sat up, accidently assuming the exact position he’d wanted her in. She gasped as the motion forced him deep inside her. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he murmured, reaching up to place his hands over her breasts. “I’m letting you do the doing.”
He watched her face as she considered the situation and was aware of the exact second that her excitement and arousal overcame her discomfort with the unfamiliar position. Her eyelids dropped again, and she bit her lower lip as she moved gently on him. “Like this?”
He almost groaned aloud. That slow movement was exquisite torture, and she quickly got into the rhythm of it. He had thought to prolong their lovemaking by changing positions, but now he was afraid he’d outsmarted himself. As old-fashioned as she was, she was also astonishingly sensuous. After a few minutes he desperately rolled again and put her under him.
Mary linked her arms behind his neck. “I was having fun.”
“So was I.” He kissed her briefly, then again, their lips lingering together. “Too much.”
She smiled, that secret, womanly little smile she used only with him, and the sight of it made him burn. He forgot about control, forgot about everything but the pleasure that awaited them. Afterward, sated and exhausted, they both dozed.
At the sound of a vehicle, Wolf rolled out of bed, instantly alert. Mary stirred sleepily. “What is it?”
“You have company.”
“Company?” She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. “What time is it?”
“Almost six. We must have gone to sleep.”
“Six! It’s time for Joe’s lesson!”
Wolf swore as he began jerking on his clothes. “This situation’s getting out of hand. Damn it, every time I make love to you my own son interrupts us. Once was bad enough, but he’s making a habit of it.”
Mary was scrambling into her own clothes, wishing that the circumstances weren’t so embarrassing. It was hard to face Joe when it was so obvious that she and his father had just been in bed together. Aunt Ardith would have disowned her for so forgetting her morals and sense of proper behavior. Then she looked at Wolf as he stamped his feet into his boots, and her heart felt as if it had expanded until it filled her entire chest. She loved him, and there was nothing more moral than love. As for proper behavior—she shrugged, mentally kissing propriety goodbye. One couldn’t have everything.
Joe had deposited his books on the table and was making a pot of coffee when they entered the kitchen. He looked up and frowned. “Look, Dad, this situation is getting out of hand. You’re cutting into my lesson time.” Only the twinkle in his ice-blue eyes kept Wolf from getting angry; after a moment, he tousled his son’s hair.
“Son, I’ve said it before, but you’ve got lousy timing.”
Joe’s lesson time was even more limited because they had to take time to eat. They were all starving, so they decided on sandwiches, which were quick, and had just finished when another car drove up.
“My goodness, this house is getting popular,” Mary muttered as she got up to open the door.
Clay took his hat off as he entered. He paused and sniffed. “Is that coffee fresh?”
“Yep.” Wolf stretched to reach the pot while Mary got a cup from the cabinet for Clay.
He sprawled in one of the chairs and gave a weary sigh, which turned to one of appreciation as he inhaled the fragrant steam rising from the coffee as Wolf poured it. “Thanks. I thought I’d find you two here.”
“Has anything come up?” Wolf drawled.
“Nothing except a few complaints. You made some people a little nervous.”
“Doing what?” Mary interjected.
“Just looking around,” Wolf said in a casual tone that didn’t fool her at all, nor did it fool Clay.
“Leave it alone. You’re not a one-man vigilante committee. I’m warning you for the last time.”
“I don’t reckon I’ve done anything illegal, just walking around and looking. I haven’t interfered with any law officers, I haven’t questioned anyone, I haven’t destroyed or hidden any evidence. All I’ve done is look.” Wolf’s eyes gleamed. “If you’re smart, you’ll use me. I’m the best tracker you’re going to find.”
“And if you’re smart, you’ll spend your time looking out after what’s yours.” Clay looked at Mary, and she primmed her mouth. Darn him, he was going to tell!
“That’s what I’m doing.”
“Maybe not as well as you think. Mary told me about a plan she’s got to use herself as bait to bring this guy out in the open.”
Wolf’s head snapped around, and his brows lowered over narrowed black eyes as he pinned her with a gaze so furious it was all she could do to keep her own gaze steady. “I’ll be damned,” he said softly, and it was an expression of determination rather than surprise.
“Yeah, that’s what I said. I heard you and Joe are escorting her to and from the school, but what about the time in between? And school will be out in a couple of weeks. What about then?”
Mary drew her slender shoulders up. “I won’t be talked around as if I’m invisible. This is my house, and let me remind all of you that I’m well over twenty-one. I’ll go where I want, when I want.” Let them make of that what they would! She hadn’t lived with Aunt Ardith for nothing; Aunt Ardith would have died, just on principle, before she would have let a man tell her what to do.
Wolf’s eyes hadn’t wavered from her. “You’ll do what you’re damn well told.”
“If I were you,” Clay suggested, “I’d take her up on the mountain and keep her there. Like I said, school will be out in a couple of weeks, and this old house is pretty isolated. No one has to know where she is. It’ll be safer that way.”
Enraged, Mary reached out and whisked the cup of coffee away from Clay, then dumped the contents in the sink. “You’re not drinking my coffee, you tattletale!”
He looked astounded. “I’m just trying to protect you!”
“And I’m just trying to protect him!” she shou
ted.
“Protect who?” Wolf snapped.
“You!”
“Why do I need protecting?”
“Because whoever is doing this is trying to harm you! First by trying to frame you for the attacks, and second by attacking people who don’t hate you as he does!”
Wolf froze. When Mary had first advanced the beginnings of her theory the night before, he and Clay hadn’t believed it because it simply hadn’t made sense that anyone trying to frame Wolf would try to make anyone believe he would attack Mary. But when Mary put it the way she just had, that the attacks were a sort of twisted punishment, it began to make horrible sense. A rapist was warped, so his logic would be warped.
Mary had been attacked because of him. Because he had been so attracted to her that he hadn’t been able to control it, some madman had attacked her, terrified and humiliated her, tried to rape her. His lust had brought attention to her.
His expression was cold and blank as he looked at Clay, who shrugged. “I have to buy it,” Clay said. “It’s the only thing that even halfway makes sense. When she made friends with you and got Joe into the Academy, folks began to look at you differently. Someone couldn’t stand it.”
Mary twisted her hands. “Since it’s my fault, the least I can do is—”
“No!” Wolf roared, surging to his feet and turning over his chair with a clatter. He lowered his voice with a visible effort. “Go upstairs and get your clothes. You’re going with us.”
Joe slapped his hand on the table. “About damn time.” He got up and began clearing the table. “I’ll do this while you pack.”
Mary pursed her lips. She was torn between wanting the freedom to put her plan into action—when she thought of it—and the powerful temptation of living with Wolf. It wasn’t proper. It was a terrible example to her students. The townspeople would be outraged. He’d watch her like a hawk! On the other hand, she loved him to distraction and wasn’t the least ashamed of their relationship. Embarrassed, sometimes, because she wasn’t accustomed to such intimacy and didn’t know how to handle it, but never ashamed.
Also on the other hand, if she dug in her heels and remained here, Wolf would simply stay here with her, where they would be far more visible and far more likely to outrage the town’s sensibilities. That was what decided her, because she didn’t want even more animosity directed at Wolf because of her. That could be all that was needed to goad the rapist into attacking him directly, or going after Joe.
He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a little push. “Go,” he said gently, and she went.
When she was safely upstairs and out of hearing, Clay looked at Wolf with a troubled, angry expression. “For what it’s worth, she thinks you and Joe are in danger, that this maniac may just start shooting at you. I kind of agree with her, damn it.”
“Let him try,” Wolf said, his face and voice expressionless. “She’s most vulnerable on the way to and from school, and I don’t think this guy is going to wait patiently. He hit two days in a row, but he got scared when you nearly got him. It’ll take a while for him to settle down, then he’ll be looking for another hit to make. In the meantime, I’ll be looking for him.”
Clay didn’t want to ask, but the question was burning his tongue. “Did you find anything today?”
“I eliminated some people from my list.”
“Scared some of them, too.”
Wolf shrugged. “Folks had better get used to seeing me around. If they don’t like it, tough.”
“I also heard that you made the boys escort the girls home from school. The girls’ parents were mighty relieved and grateful.”
“They should have taken care of it themselves.”
“It’s a quiet little town. They aren’t used to things like this.”
“That’s no excuse for being stupid.” And it had been stupid to overlook their daughters’ safety. If he’d been that careless in Nam, he would have been dead.
Clay grunted. “Is till want to make my point. I agree with Mary that you and Joe are the primary targets. You may be good, but nobody’s better than a bullet, and the same goes for Joe. You don’t just have to look after Mary, you have to look after yourselves, too. I’d like it if you could keep her from even finishing out the year at school, so the three of you could stay up on your mountain until we catch this guy.”
It went against Wolf’s grain to hide from anyone, and that was in the look he gave Clay. Wolf had been trained to hunt; more than that, it was in his nature, in the genes passed down from Comanche and Highland warriors that had mingled in his body, in the formation of his character.
“We’ll keep Mary safe,” was all he said, and Clay knew he’d failed to convince Wolf to stay out of it.
Joe was leaning against the cabinets, listening. “The people in town are going to raise hell if they find out Mary’s staying with us,” he put in.
“Yeah, they will.” Clay stood up and positioned his hat on his head.
“Let them.” Wolf’s voice was flat. He’d given Mary the chance to play it safe, but she hadn’t taken it. She was his now, by God. Let them squawk.
Clay sauntered to the door. “If anyone asks me, I’ve arranged for her to live in a safer place until this is over. Don’t reckon it’s anyone’s business where that place is, do you? Though of course, knowing Mary, she’ll probably tell everyone right out, just like she did Saturday in Hearst’s store.”
Wolf groaned. “Hell! What did she do? I haven’t heard about it.”
“Didn’t reckon you would have, what with all that happened that afternoon. Seems she got into it with both Dottie Lancaster and Mrs. Karr, and all but told both of them she was yours for the taking.” A slow grin shaped Clay’s mouth. “From what I heard, she laced into them good.”
When Clay had left, Wolf and Joe looked at each other. “It could get interesting around here.”
“It could,” Joe agreed.
“Keep an eye out, son. If Mary and Armstrong are right, we’re the ones this bastard is really after. Don’t go anywhere without your rifle, and stay alert.”
Joe nodded. Wolf wasn’t worried about hand-to-hand fighting, not even if the other guy was armed with a knife, because he’d taught Joe how to fight the way he’d learned in the military. Not karate, kung fu, tae kwon do, or even judo, but a mixture of many, including good old street fighting. The object of a fight wasn’t fairness, but winning, in any way possible, with any weapon handy. It was what had kept him alive and relatively unscathed in prison. A rifle was something else, though. They would have to be doubly alert.
Mary returned and plunked two suitcases on the floor. “I have to have my books, too,” she announced. “And someone has to get Woodrow and her kittens.”
Chapter Ten
Mary tried to tell herself that she couldn’t sleep because she was in a strange bed, because she was too excited, because she was too worried, because—she ran out of excuses and couldn’t think of anything else. Though she was pleasantly tired from Wolf’s lovemaking, she felt too uneasy to sleep and finally knew why. She turned in his arms and put her hand on his jaw, loving the feel of his facial structure and the slight rasp of his beard beneath her fingers. “Are you awake?” she whispered.
“I wasn’t,” he said in a low rumble. “But I am now.”
She apologized and lay very still. After a moment he squeezed her and pushed her hair away from her face. “Can’t you sleep?”
“No. I just feel—strange, I think.”
“In what way?”
“Your wife—Joe’s mother. I was thinking of her in this bed.”
His arms tightened. “She was never in this bed.”
“I know. But Joe’s in the other room, and I thought this was how it must have been when he was little, before she died.”
“Not usually. We were apart a lot, and she died when Joe was two. That was when I got out of the military.”
“Tell me about it,” she invited, still in a whisper. She needed to know
more about this man she loved. “You must have been very young.”
“I was seventeen when I enlisted. Even though I knew I’d probably have to do a tour in Vietnam, it was my only way out. My folks were dead, and my grandfather, Mother’s father, never really accepted me because I was half Anglo. All I knew was that I had to get off the reservation. It was almost as bad as prison. It is prison, in a different way. There was nothing to do, nothing to hope for.
“I met Billie when I was eighteen. She was a Crow half-breed, and I guess she married me because she knew I’d never go back to the reservation. She wanted more. She wanted bright lights and city life. Maybe she thought a soldier had it good, transferring from base to base, partying when he was off duty. But she didn’t look down on me because I was a half-breed, and we decided to get married. A month later I was in Nam. I got her a ticket to Hawaii when I had R and R, and she went back pregnant. Joe was born when I was nineteen, but I was home from my first tour and got to see him being born. God, I was so excited. He was screaming his head off. Then they put him in my hands, and it was like taking a heart punch. I loved him so much I would have died for him.”
He was silent for a moment, thinking. Then he gave a low laugh. “So there I was, with a newborn son and a wife who didn’t think she’d gotten such a good deal, and my enlistment was almost up. I had no prospects of a job, no way of supporting my baby. So I re-upped, and things got so bad between Billie and me that I volunteered for another tour. She died right before my third tour ended. I got out and came home to take care of Joe.”
“What did you do?”
“Worked ranches. Rodeoed. It was all I knew. Except for the time I spent in service, I can’t remember not working with horses. I was horse crazy when I was a kid, and I guess I still am. Joe and I drifted around until it was time for him to start school, and we landed in Ruth. You know the rest of it.”
She lay quietly in his arms, thinking of his life. He hadn’t had it easy. But the life he’d led had shaped him into the man he was, a man of strength and iron determination. He had endured war and hell and come out even stronger than before. The thought that someone would want to harm him made her so angry she could barely contain it. Somehow she had to find some way to protect him.