Desert Wolf. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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СКАЧАТЬ here,” Grant said. “Your father did.”

      She zeroed in on that. “You knew my father well, then?”

      “Truthfully, I didn’t know him much at all.”

      The way she drew back told him that Andrew Hall’s daughter hadn’t considered that kind of an answer. Had she imagined he had goaded Andrew into handing him the town? Finessed Desperado out of a tough man like Andrew Hall?

      “What you’re saying doesn’t make sense,” she eventually remarked. “Maybe you can explain things better?”

      Grant nodded. “We had a deal.”

      “You and my father?”

      He nodded again. “Our deal was that I would inherit the town when he passed, and that I’d take care of it and never sell the land Desperado sits on or allow anyone else to sell it.”

      That slice of the truth would sound absurd to the woman sitting beside him. The whole truth could never be spoken, of course, though Grant could see Paxton was firm in her resolve to get to the bottom of her father’s strange bequest. He just couldn’t let her find that reason. Paxton Hall, along with all the other humans on the planet, had to be kept from learning Desperado’s secrets—and his.

      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 СКАЧАТЬ