Firewolf. Jenna Kernan

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      The overt. Her seeming desire.

      The hidden. Her real purpose. Was this a distraction to give her people time to reach them? A way to make him forget his unease and take what she offered?

      She had told him she was a party girl. Now he saw her provocative nature. Sex to this woman meant no more than choosing what dessert to eat. Dylan pushed her away, not because of the danger or the hidden agenda but because he did not wish to be the flavor of the month. For him, the intimacy shared by man and woman was sacred.

      “We need to go,” he said.

      She looked up at him with wide eyes, and a enticing pink mouth opened just enough to tempt him to kiss her again. But he wouldn’t, precisely because he did want to so much. She seemed bewildered. Oh, this one was good. Very, very good. If he did not know better, he would believe the innocence and astonishment he saw in her face.

      “Come on. Now.”

      He drew her away from him and then let her go. He allowed himself one long look at the swath of bare skin revealed between the edges of his shirt. His gaze stopped on the scrap of pink lace that covered her seemingly hairless sex. Then he met her gaze and saw the power in her eyes. She was used to men looking at her like this, completely comfortable now, as if she had regained her footing and stood on familiar ground. She stared at him with a kind of triumph melded with seduction.

      He pointed at his shirt. “Button that.”

      Meadow gave a mock salute that revealed the bottom curve of a bare breast. Dylan met her gaze.

      “Why did you do that?” he asked, brushing the sand from his chest and tugging on his T-shirt.

      “I just wanted to thank you.”

      He shoved his bandanna in the back pocket of his jeans. “You don’t thank a man by having sex with him, Meadow.”

      “Sometimes I do.”

      “I’m not like you, then. I’m not casual about such things.”

      “A real Boy Scout,” she said, pink lips curling.

      “You should have more pride and respect for yourself.”

      He saw his condemnation strike her. Her bottom lip quivered. Was this an act or real emotion? He rubbed his right shoulder, wishing Bobcat could tell him because his instinct was to take her in his arms again. Ridiculous. She was a wealthy, spoiled, lost woman-child and he was not interested.

      Dylan dug in the sand, recovering her rings. “How many did you have?”

      “Four.” She accepted the offering in cupped palms and slipped the trinkets onto her long fingers.

      Meadow looked from her hand to the ground.

      “Is that your ax?” She pointed at the metal head that was all that remained of the Pulaski ax after the wood had burned away.

      He lifted the ax head and then dropped it back to the sand.

      “Fought a lot of fires with that. Like losing an old friend.”

      Meadow glanced to the road to the two burned hulls that had been his truck and her car. They were scorched gray and looked old, ancient, as if abandoned years and years ago.

      She gasped, pressing one hand to her mouth as she pointed with the other.

      “My car!”

      “Totaled. But I suspect you have it fully insured.”

      She took a step closer. “The glass melted. The seats. Upholstery. Everything.” Meadow gaped at him. “All the paint just... It looks like... Why is it on its side?”

      “Gas tank must have been full.”

      “I topped it up on Canyon Road before coming out here.” She lifted her digital recorder. All the acrylic nails had popped off her fingers in the heat, leaving small, ragged, natural nails glowing pink on her blackened, dirty fingers. She fiddled with the buttons and the screen illuminated. “It still works!”

      She beamed at him.

      “We have to go,” he said.

      “But you called for help. They might be here soon.”

      If they could get through the fire wall and if the ones who came were here to help them, he would stay. But there was too much risk. Rescue might be hours, even days, away, and the ones who had started this fire might reach them first.

      “You can stay. I’m walking out.” He turned and headed in the direction of the ridgeline, some two miles away.

      “What? Wait up.” She trotted along with him over the smoking ground. “Wow. It’s really hot. I can feel it right through the soles of my sandals.”

      He stopped and debated. If he was wrong and she was not involved, they might kill her. If he was right and he brought her along, then she could report back to them everything he said and did.

      “What?” she asked, those bright golden-brown eyes seeming as honest as a child’s.

      “I think you should stay. Wait for your father. If I see anyone, I’ll send them to you.”

      She twisted a diamond ring from her finger and held it out to him. “Take me with you.”

      He looked at the tiny circle of silver. “I don’t wear silver.”

      “It’s platinum.”

      “It’s a bribe.” She was used to buying what she wanted. He could see that. Buying her way out of what she could and letting Daddy clean up the rest. Had Daddy gotten tired of wiping up after her?

      “Why not wait here?” she asked.

      Tell her the truth, a partial truth or a lie? He looked down at her and lifted a hand to brush the soot from her cheek. The touch of her skin made his insides twitch as the longing rose again.

      “Because I think the men who did this are close, and I think they want you or me dead.”

       Chapter Six

      Meadow gaped, uncharacteristically finding herself rendered speechless. She had been around long enough to spot paranoia when she saw it. The guy said he’d been in Iraq. Maybe he had a screw or two loose.

      Play along, she decided.

      “What men? And why would they want us dead?”

      “I don’t know the answers to those questions. I do know that you and I being here exactly when that explosion went off is something more than coincidence.”

      “How could you possibly know that?”

      Her savior did not answer. Instead, he gave her a long, uneasy look and turned away.

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