Desert Wolf. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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      That much, at least, was clear to Grant. What wasn’t immediately clear was how he was supposed to oppose her when Paxton was here, in his damn truck, with her pale face and her black clothes that reflected her consideration for a man she hadn’t really known.

      “Why didn’t he just leave the whole thing to you?” she asked.

      “I’m not sure, actually. That would have made more sense.”

      And it would have kept Paxton away, maybe, a fact that he had considered since meeting Andrew Hall. He had a glimmer of an idea that Paxton’s father might have sent her away in the first place so she didn’t learn about the werewolves in residence here, and that Andrew’s ongoing silence had furthered the cause of shielding his daughter from truths too difficult to explain.

      “Will you sell it to me?” she asked.

      And there they were, at a standstill. Checkmate. Paxton would assume her request was reasonable, and it would have been if things had been different.

      Grant started the engine. “Do you still want that drink?”

      “I’d rather you answered my question.”

      He looked at the white-faced woman who couldn’t have been more than two or three years younger than his twenty-eight. She looked even younger than that, though. Paxton truly was an eyeful, though that couldn’t matter in their negotiations.

      “Maybe you’ll want to turn right around and go home when I reiterate that I’m not going to sell,” he suggested. “Why waste money on a hotel when more time here won’t get you what you want?”

      “You might change your mind,” she countered stubbornly.

      “Not going to happen, Paxton. I made a deal.”

      The heat inside the car was harsh. Moisture had gathered at Paxton’s temples, dampening her hair. The black silk was starting to stick to her in ways Grant shouldn’t have noticed.

      In any other situation, he would have liked a close-up with Paxton Hall. As things stood, the best case scenario would be for her to go away mad and never look back. She might try to file a lawsuit in order to force him to sell, but her father’s attorney wasn’t going to condone a move like that.

      “Look,” he said. “I don’t want to make an enemy of the daughter of the man who left something valuable to me. So how can we resolve things before that happens?”

      “Too late,” she said, reaching for the door handle, “if you refuse to see my side of this argument and either buy me out or sell.”

      Grant reached to take hold of her briefcase, stopping Paxton from opening the door. “Stay,” he said, removing his sunglasses.

      She turned her head. Amber eyes lighted on him, connecting with his gaze. Earnest eyes. Wounded. Haunted. Wild.

      A stunning jolt of something extraordinary hit Grant in the chest and then melted downward as a second jolt, larger than the first, hit. He had seen eyes like those before and didn’t want to face what that meant. He didn’t want to face her with what that meant.

      What he saw in those eyes quite possibly changed everything—his future and hers.

      Paxton Hall was a Were.

      He had no doubt about it.

      Still, Grant could see that she was ignorant of that fact and therefore didn’t know what was in store. He believed this because he couldn’t feel the thing she kept hidden inside her, in the dark. Her scent had kindled his discovery. Those big eyes of hers said it all.

      Grant broke eye contact and dropped his hold on the briefcase, stung by the realization of who and what Paxton really was. Worse yet, the air in the cab suddenly seemed charged with wayward electricity that had nowhere to go due to the fact that his inner wolf had been awakened by the directness of Paxton’s gaze.

      “What I mean is that we can get to know each other better if you stay as planned,” he said, wondering if he could let her go at all now that he knew what eventually would happen to her. “Maybe then we’ll both understand where we’re coming from.”

      Everything about this new turn of events was dangerous, he realized. Remaining close to Paxton could be bad when wolf might call to wolf, setting free what now lay curled up inside her. Letting her go without an inkling of what she was would be equally dangerous. Her wolf had to show sometime and was long overdue. For wolves, timing was everything.

      She studied him frankly as she thought over his suggestion. Her eyes never left his face.

      “Will you consider buying me out?” she asked.

      “We can talk about that and the reasons I can’t agree to doing what you ask.”

      Grant’s mind whirled with things he wanted to say, but couldn’t.

      I now think your father might have been keeping Desperado for you, leaving it in my care, he wanted to tell her. For when you...in case you needed help and a place to go for a while, among others just like you.

      No way could he tell Paxton any of that, since he was only now beginning to understand it himself.

      Had her father meant to bring her here for this reason, intending for his heirs to meet? Could Hall have masterminded all of this to ensure his estranged daughter’s first transition from human to Were was in safe hands? Grant Wade’s hands?

      “How about if we discuss it now?” she said.

      Grant shook his head. “Give me a few hours to think things over.”

      She released the door handle and sat back, unable to mask her hopeful expression. “All right. A few hours.”

      He couldn’t help but notice how small she looked in the truck. Although Paxton had to be at least five foot five, she was a shade too slim and as willowy as the trees along the riverbed.

      She wasn’t lighthearted. Hints of sadness weighed down her shoulders. Did she possess a strong Hall family backbone under all that silk?

      It seemed that Andrew had also kept Grant in the dark about a few minor details concerning this legacy. And now, secrets on top of secrets had left him in the hot seat.

      Grant reached for the gearshift, mulling things over.

      Most likely Paxton didn’t know that her father had followed her life from behind the scenes, and how much Andrew must have loved her.

      Sooner or later, Paxton’s wolf would make an appearance. There was no way to postpone that event forever, no matter where she lived.

      And that made Andrew Hall one tricky son of a bitch.

      “You believe I’m your enemy, but we’re actually more alike than you know,” he said, growing more uncomfortable as the minutes passed. Because, hell...

      Just one long glance at those golden eyes of hers had done more than make him realize what kind of DNA she carried. It had also done him in. Captured him completely. Put him on her side. Whatever haunted her, now haunted him.

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