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“Oh, the poor thing,” Brynley murmured. “He’s had a head injury?”
“Nope. ” Digger regarded the dog fondly. “My Jake is sharp as a tack. He’s what you call a receiver. ”
“For a football team?” Phineas asked.
Digger broke into laughter, slapped his thigh hard, then coughed when the cloud of dust reached his face. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! Dogs don’t play football!”
Phineas exchanged a look with Brynley as Digger started to laugh once again.
“He’s got to wear that hat to keep them from talking to him,” Digger explained. “First, they tried talking to me, but I was too wily for them. ”
“Them?” Phineas asked.
“Them aliens, boy! The ones mutilating all the cattle around here. They’ve been using my Jake as a receiver. ”
“What do they say to him?” Brynley asked.
“How the hell would I know? You think I can talk to a dog?” Digger snickered. “I ain’t crazy, you know. ”
“Right,” Phineas murmured.
“So I’ve been hunting those little devils, so they’ll leave my Jake alone. ”
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Brynley said.
“We should be going now. ” Phineas retreated, taking Brynley with him. “So you can get back to your hunting. ”
“You don’t want to hunt together?” Digger asked with a hurt expression.
“Sorry, but we prefer to be alone,” Phineas explained. “Newlyweds, you know. ”
Digger chuckled. “I got you. You two are making more hay than hunting. Well, I’ll see you around. ”
“Nice to meet you. ” Brynley mounted her horse. Phineas mounted, too, ignoring the painful twinges in his rump and thighs. He waved at the old man.
“Be careful,” Digger called after them. “Them nasty aliens are close by. I can feel ’em. ”
Phineas rode down the path alongside Brynley. Neither said a word until they were sure Digger wouldn’t hear.
She pulled her shirt up to her nose and sniffed. “I may need to change clothes. And shower. ”
“I could teleport you to Phil’s place. I’ll come back to watch the horses while you clean up. ”
She smiled. “That’s very sweet of you. Thanks. ”
Sweet. He was starting to hate that word. Why didn’t she see him as sexy and desirable? Why couldn’t she ache for him the way he did for her? Was it because she considered them horribly, dreadfully mismatched?
It was true what he’d said earlier. Her father would never accept him. A poor guy from the Bronx. A vampire.
Brynley could have any man she wanted. A rich rancher. An Alpha wolf. She could have wealth, land, and security. Why would she give all that up for him?
“Thank you for coming to the rescue,” she said quietly.
“Huh?” The pain in his rear was rapidly becoming unbearable. Maybe he should walk the rest of the way. “What rescue?”
“You rescued me from Digger’s advances. ”
“Oh. No big deal. ”
“You’re a sweet—”
“Don’t say it!”
Her eyes widened. “Are you angry?”
Yes! Digger could tell I’m in love with you, and you can’t! “It’s nothing. I . . . I need to get off this damned horse. ”
“Okay. ” She pulled the horses to a stop. When he dismounted, she gave him a sympathetic look. “It’s normal to feel sore the first few times. ”
“I’m fine. ” He gritted his teeth and walked stiffly beside her. “I’m just annoyed that we’re not finding anything about Corky. I don’t think she would hide out here. It’s too primitive. She’d use her vampire mind control to take over a ranch or ski lodge. ”
“You may be right,” Brynley murmured.
“And I’m wondering about those dead cows. Digger said they were drained of blood. We should check that out. ”
“You think Corky would feed off cows?”
“If she was desperate enough, yeah. ”
“But why mutilate them?”
“To hide what she did. When Malcontents feed off humans, they slit the throats to conceal the teeth marks. ”
Brynley nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll have Trudy help me bring the horses back to the cabin during the day, and then tomorrow night, we can go to the Carson ranch and ask Nate about the cows. ”
He glanced up at her. “Nate?”
“Nathan Carson. ” She smiled. “He’s an old friend. And a mortal. A really sweet guy. ”
Phineas ground his teeth. Sweet Nate was probably rich. “Did he want you, too? Like Digger?”
“No. ” She gave him an exasperated look. “Not every man who sees me wants me. ”
“Some men are fools. ”
She shook her head. “Nate is plenty smart. His brother’s a problem though. If we’re lucky we won’t run into Kyle. ”
“What’s wrong with Kyle?”
She was silent a moment. “He did want me. ”
“Shit,” Phineas muttered. She could have her pick of a million men. Why would she ever choose him?
Chapter Eleven
“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” Brynley sang to herself as she rolled out her sleeping bag.
He’d run away again.
Over an hour had passed since they’d arrived at the trailhead campsite where Trudy would meet her in the morning. After helping Brynley take care of the horses, Phineas had teleported her to her brother’s cabin so she could shower and change. He’d returned to the camp to babysit the horses, and then, thirty minutes later, he’d teleported to the cabin to bring her back here.
He didn’t stay. He claimed he needed to shower, too, and he needed to drop by Romatech for some bottled blood and to see how his brother was faring. He also wanted to see if Angus was sending anyone back to the States to help them with their search. She suspected he didn’t want to continue the mission alone with her.
I ain’t never seen two people so in love. Digger’s words had haunted Brynley ever since they’d left his campsite.
The old man was crazy as a loon, so maybe she shouldn’t read too much into it. Still, she wondered how strong Phineas’s feelings were for her. He’d been quick to pretend they were married when Digger had shown interest in her. He’d held on to her and kissed her brow. Last night he’d admitted he was physically attracted to her. And tonight he’d said that he liked her.
But love? Could he ever love her? She didn’t know.
And she sure didn’t know how she felt about him. Yeah, she wanted to jump his bones, but that wasn’t love. That wasn’t something you based a long-term commitment on. And yet, when Phineas had claimed they were married, her heart had nearly leaped out her throat. Shock. Then a tingly spark of excitement. And then . . . an odd sense of contentment.
Dammit, she wanted to be loved. She wanted to be cherished and treasured. For herself. Not for being a werewolf, or for being her father’s daughter.
Her dad had been trying to marry her off for years, but she’d never felt a need to rush into anything. As a werewolf, she could live another five hundred years. Why saddle herself with a husband now?
But if a husband truly loved her, wouldn’t it be wonderful? Why couldn’t she be as happy as Vanda? Or Toni or Caitlyn? Any day now, Caitlyn would be giving birth to twins. Why couldn’t she do that? Why couldn’t she make her own family that was based on love instead of power and manipulation?
She stretched out on her sleeping bag in the bare cabin. She was wearing a clean pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to sleep in, and she had a flashlight and her shotgun on the floor beside her. It was a quiet and peaceful place, and she was exhausted, but still she couldn’t sleep.
I ain’t never seen two people so in love. Could Phineas fall in love with her? Did she want him to? What did she really know about him?
You’re just
scared, she told herself. You’ve been burned and abused too many times before. Phineas was sweet, smart, and respectful. He made her laugh. He made her horny. He made her want to jump—
She jumped when a man’s form materialized in the dark cabin. “Phineas?”
“You’re still awake?” He wandered over to her with a plastic bag in one hand and a Styrofoam cup in the other.
A delicious smell wafted toward her. “You brought food?”
“Yes. ” He handed her the cup topped with a plastic lid and straw. “A chocolate shake. ”
“Oh, I love chocolate!” She took a long sip, then moaned. “That’s good. I was really getting tired of water and beef jerky. ”
He pulled a Styrofoam box out of the bag. “This is a hamburger and French fries from the Romatech cafeteria. ”
“You’re so sweet. ” She grabbed the box and wondered why he suddenly looked pissed. “Is something wrong? Is your brother all right?”
“He’s good. ” Phineas dug a ketchup packet out of the bag and handed it to her. “Angus is sending some guys to help us out. Since Jason said the lady who attacked him insisted on being called his queen, it’s one of the best leads we’ve had. So as soon as it gets dark over there, Zoltan, Jack, and Lara will start teleporting our way. ”
“Who’s Zoltan?” Brynley asked as she squeezed ketchup over the French fries.
“He’s Coven Master for Eastern Europe. He doesn’t work for Angus, but he’s always helpful when it comes to fighting Malcontents. ”
Brynley nodded and took a bite out of her hamburger.
“Is there anything else I can bring you?” Phineas asked. “Some pillows or blankets?”
She gave him a wry look. “In a hurry to run off again?”
“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. Since you’re stuck here with the horses. ”
“I’m good. More than good. ” She stuffed a French fry into her mouth. “Nothing like home delivery. ”
“Well. If you don’t need anything else . . . ”
He was going to run off again, dammit. “Why don’t you stay for a while? I’m tired of being alone. ” Boy, was that an understatement. She’d felt alone for twelve years, ever since her mom died and Phil ran off. “We could talk. Until I fall asleep. ”
He gave a wary look. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything. Why don’t you tell me your life story?” She smirked. “That would probably put me to sleep. ”
“Very funny. ”
“Come on. Talk. I want to know more about you. ” Her wolfish instincts told her she could trust him, but the human part of her wanted to make sure.
He eased slowly into a sitting position beside her. Even though he kept his face blank, it was obvious he was sore.
“You’ll feel better after your death-sleep, right?”
“I’m okay. ” He scooted back to lean against the wall.
“So?” She turned toward him, sitting cross-legged. “Tell me about yourself. ”
“There’s not much to tell. ”
“I doubt that. You don’t get a warrant for your arrest doing nothing. ”
He winced. “I’ve done a few things I’m not proud of. ”
“Haven’t we all?” She ate a few fries, and when he remained quiet, she prompted him. “You were born in the Bronx?”
“Yes. I grew up in my grandmother’s house with her, my great-aunt, and my mom. ”
“No dad?”
“He went to jail when I was a baby. Armed robbery. ”
“Oh wow. I’m sorry. ”
“Don’t be. I had a great childhood. ” He smiled with a faraway look in his eyes. “I had my gran, my aunt Ruth, and my mom, all taking care of me, making sure I always felt loved and cared for. ”
“That sounds wonderful. ” She ate another fry. “Three women spoiling you rotten. No wonder you became a ladies’ man. ”
“I did learn how to sweet-talk them. ” His smile faded. “It didn’t last. Gran passed away when I was eight, and soon after that, my dad got out of prison. ”
“Oh. ” She had a bad feeling his dad was as domineering as her own father.
“He moved in with us, and about a year later, my mom had a baby. My little brother. She wanted to name him Lamont, but my dad wanted to name him Freedom to commemorate his getting out of jail. They ended up naming him Freemont. ”
“And he’s working at Romatech now?” Brynley took another bite of hamburger.
“Yeah. He’s nineteen years old now. Going to college. He’s real smart. ”
She smiled at the obvious pride in Phineas’s voice when he talked about his brother.
“Two years after Freemont, my little sister, Felicia, was born. I was about eleven then, and I started to notice things. Like my mom would walk with a limp sometimes, or her arms would be bruised. ”
Brynley winced. “Your dad was abusing her?”
Phineas nodded. “I could hear him yelling at her late at night, but I kept telling myself that was all he was doing. I couldn’t admit what was really happening. ”
“You were just a kid,” Brynley murmured. “Denial can be the safest way to go. ” She knew that all too well.
“One morning when I was twelve, my mom had a black eye, and my aunt Ruth started fussing at my dad, and he threatened to shut her up for good. That’s when it finally hit me. Something snapped in me that day, and I told him if he ever hurt my mother or Aunt Ruth again, I’d kill him. ”