Seduction, Cowboy Style

She was speaking, and he forced himself to attend to what she was saying.

“…probably know my brother. Cal McCall? I came for a few weeks to help him get the house cleaned up and organized.” She paused. “Is Deck short for something? It’s an unusual name.”

“Deckett,” he told her. “My middle name, my mother’s before she married.”

“Your first name’s that bad?” Her eyes twinkled.

He nodded. “George. I’m not a George.”

“No,” she agreed, looking him over as if comparing him with the name. “You’re not a George.”

“Hey, Deck!” The pharmacist’s bellow was guaranteed to be heard all over the store. “Your prescription’s ready.”

“That’s my signal to get moving.” He hesitated, knowing that once she told her brother who she’d met she very likely wouldn’t even speak to him next time their paths crossed. “You enjoy your visit to South Dakota.”

“Thank you. I’ll be here for several more weeks, so I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

There was nothing he could say to that, so he didn’t even try. Nodding once, he turned and went off to pick up the medicine Marty had sent him for.

“I’ll be fine. Stop worrying!” Silver hunched her shoulder high to hold the cordless phone to her ear as she carried a stack of dishes from a packing crate to the newly cleaned and papered shelf she was filling.

“I know.” She could hear the rueful humor in Cal’s voice. “Old habits die hard. You’ve been my baby sister for a long time.”

“Well, your baby sister’s twenty-six years old now and perfectly capable of staying alone on a ranch for two weeks. I’ll be so busy organizing this house the time will fly.”

“I really am sorry,” Cal said, for what seemed like the tenth time. “I had all the loose ends tied up in New York. But I owed this guy a big favor, and when he called I couldn’t say no.”

She was tired of listening to her brother apologize. “I’m almost done with the kitchen,” she said. “Do you have a preference for how I go about this or shall I just dig in?”

“Whatever.” Cal obviously hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her she could do whatever she wanted to the house once the carpenters were done. “I have to go. Thanks again, little sis. I owe you one.”

“No problem. This is a vacation for me, honestly. Take care of yourself. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

They said their goodbyes, and Silver set down another load of dishes to punch the off button on the phone. As she replaced the phone in the cradle, she realized she’d forgotten to ask Cal if he remembered Deck Stryker from his growing-up days.

Deck.

Golden-brown hair, worn too long under the black hat she had yet to see him without. Too-serious eyes the same dark-blue as the sky right before a summer storm. A mouth with confident, chiseled lips that should smile more often. Come to think of it, she’d never seen him smile at all. She had a feeling that if Deck Stryker ever smiled at her, she’d humiliate herself by kissing the ground at his feet. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met.

That first time, when she’d smacked into him in the grocery aisle, she’d have sworn she’d been struck by lightning when his hands had reached out to steady her. Just for a moment, before he’d set her away, she’d felt the lean, hard contours of his body and had found it hard to draw a steady breath.

The second time, in the drugstore yesterday, she shouldn’t have been quite so overwhelmed by the man. But when he’d taken the hand she extended, she’d gotten the same jittery feeling she’d had the day before, as if she couldn’t get a deep-enough breath after running a five-minute mile. And then he’d just held her hand…and held it and held it until finally she’d gently reclaimed it as her own. He hadn’t smiled once the whole time, either, but those intense blue eyes had devoured every inch of her until he had her more flustered than she’d been when she’d knocked into him the day before that.

If she were looking for a man, she’d definitely look twice at Deck. But the last thing she needed, the very last, was more man trouble. It would be a cold day in hell before she got suckered by sweet words and promises again.

She picked up a china plate from the stack she’d just unwrapped and slid it into the soapy water in which she was washing all the kitchenware before arranging it in Cal’s cupboards and the pretty china closet in the dining room. No, she was too smart to get involved with another man.

Rinsing the soapy dish, her attention was caught by the sparkle of the golden trim on the delicate, fluted edge of the plate. She’d been given a ring that color once. She shuddered to think how close she’d come to marrying the toad who had given it to her, too. Chet had seemed different from the others who’d been more impressed by her family’s bank account than by her as a person. But just like the others, he’d wanted a shortcut to Easy Street, and she’d almost given it to him before she’d seen the truth.

Her morose reflections were interrupted by a knock on the door. Now, who could that be? It wasn’t as if people stopped in off the main road for a chat when the ranch house was two miles back from the highway. Briskly she wiped her hands on a dish towel, slinging it over her shoulder as she walked through the mudroom to the back door and pulled it open.

On the other side stood a girl. Or maybe a woman. She was so skinny it was hard to tell.

Both the girl’s eyes were mottled with old yellow-and-green bruising and there was an ugly red welt along her jaw. A cut snaked up to mar her lower lip line on the left side, and Silver caught her breath at the sight of raw flesh where the mark had split the skin…skin that was dirty and dulled with dust and Heaven only knew what else. On her forehead was a lump the size of a tennis ball, which was red and purpling even as she watched. Silver knew she’d been sheltered from some of life’s harsher realities, but this wasn’t a sight she expected to find on Cal’s back porch first thing in the morning.

“Hello,” said the girl in a hoarse whisper. “M-may I use your telephone?”

“Of course.” Silver opened the door wide and reached out to draw her unexpected guest inside.

The girl jerked away from her outstretched hand in a reflex so automatic Silver knew without any previous experience that she’d expected to be hit.

Raising both hands in the air to show she was harmless, Silver stepped back from the door. Her heart twisted with pity. “It’s all right,” she said, pitching her voice low and soothing. “Come on in and I’ll show you where the phone is.”

The girl’s eyelids fluttered as she measured Silver. She nodded. “Thank you, ma’am,” she whispered. She stepped over the threshold, paused, threw a puzzled, almost imploring glance at her hostess—

And before Silver realized what was happening, her guest’s eyes rolled up in her head and her knees buckled. Silver sprang forward with a startled exclamation, barely catching the girl’s head before it hit the floor. Gently she eased the poor thing into a supine position, grabbing the dish towel off her shoulder and folding it to put beneath the girl’s head. It was a bit damp but that was the least of her problems right now.

Rising, she rushed across the room and grabbed the telephone. She stared at it for a second, then dropped it back into place. Forget it, Silver! The hospital’s too far away. An ambulance would take forever to arrive. Cal had warned her before he left about the lack of convenient medical care. This girl needed immediate help.

There was an emergency clinic in Kadoka. She knew because Cal had mentioned it in his “this is different from what you’re used to” speech. She knelt beside the girl again and felt for a pulse. Silver didn’t know much about first aid but she thought the steady beat beneath her seeking fingers felt pretty strong so she rose and rushed out the door, grabbing the keys to Cal’s brand-new three-quarter-ton pickup. She pulled the vehicle around to the side of the porch and opened the back door, then ran into the house and checked the girl again.

She was still unconscious. Her body was slender to the point of being gaunt beneath the filthy jeans and torn T-shirt but Silver doubted she could lift her. Before she’d fallen, the girl had been every bit as tall as Silver herself.

Walking around behind the girl’s head, she eased her hands beneath her skull and lifted it into an upright position against her legs. Then she got her hands beneath the girl’s armpits and straightened. The head lolled alarmingly but there was no help for it so she threw her energy into pulling the girl across the floor and out the door onto the porch, down off the stoop to the side of the truck.

She paused for a moment, trying to decide how best to get the woman’s limp body into the pickup. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of her face, and she ducked her head and wiped it on her shoulder before pulling the girl forward again. Scrambling backward, she strained to lift the girl far enough to get her body up on the seat.

She kept going until the far door stopped her progress. Reaching behind her, she opened it and backed out, laying the girl out across the front seat. After she checked to be sure the girl’s head wasn’t going to get bumped when she closed the door she slammed it shut and dashed around the hood to the driver’s side.

Gunning the engine, she began the drive out the lane as fast as she dared, worrying that she would jar the girl off the seat onto the floor if she was too rough. As soon as she got on the paved road, she could make better time. It occurred to her that there might be someone around who could help if only she could get their attention, so she laid on the horn as she drove, blaring a raucous signal into the still air until the sound made her head hurt.

When she crested the last little hill before the road, relief rose within her. But then relief turned to incredulous concern when she saw the battered blue pickup truck sideways across the lane, its hood crumpled into one of the stone pillars that marked the entrance to the ranch. Good Lord! Had the girl walked all the way back the lane from here? It seemed impossible. Hastily she braked to a halt, praying that the girl was all right as she jumped out and ran to inspect the damaged truck.

The front of the truck was a dented mess of metal. On the driver’s side the door hung open and a seat belt hung half out the door. That explained why the driver hadn’t been thrown through the windshield. Quickly she circled the truck. It occurred to her that perhaps the girl hadn’t been alone, and her mouth went dry at the prospect of yet another injured person.

But no one else appeared to have been with the girl. Silver glanced back at her vehicle, measuring the space between the bed of the truck and the farther stone column. There was no way she could get through there. And she couldn’t go around because the fence ran right up to the entrance.

But she had to get this girl to a doctor! Who knew what could be wrong with her? She hurried back to her own truck and scrambled in, reaching for the phone Cal had had installed in all the ranch vehicles. Looked like she’d have to call for help anyway.

That’s when she heard the sound of another truck coming down the road.

Dropping the phone, she got out again and ran to the edge of the road. The sun was in her eyes and she shielded them with one hand as she waved the other in a frantic beckoning. Please stop! Oh, please, please stop.

A black pickup slowed, and its tires crunched in the gravel, raising billowing ribbons of dust as it braked and the driver’s door opened. Silver moved forward.

“Could you help me, please? I found—Deck!” She was taken aback when the man who’d been in her dreams all morning climbed from his truck.

By the time she recovered, he was already moving past her. “I heard your horn. Anybody hurt?”

“Y-yes. In my truck. She knocked on my door this morning.” She trotted behind him as he strode past the wreck of the blue pickup to her own vehicle. “She fainted. I was taking her to the hospital but I couldn’t get by.”

“I’ll drive. Get your stuff.” He yanked open the passenger door and leaned in, easily hefting the woman in his arms. While Silver was still staring at him stupidly, he turned and strode toward his truck.

“My stuff?” she echoed stupidly.

He turned and gave her an impatient look. “Aren’t you coming along?”

Her gaze flicked to her own truck and back again. “I—”

“I need you to hold her. I’ll bring you home again later.”

“Oh. All right.” She flew to her truck and grabbed the purse she’d flung onto the floor, then locked the doors before pocketing the keys and hurrying around to the passenger door of Deck’s truck.

It was higher than hers and she had to scramble a bit to get in. The minute she had her seat belt on, he lifted the woman across Silver, placing her in the center seat. Silver caught her weight as she slumped sideways, and eased the woman’s head into the crook of her arm. As Silver supported her weight, Deck slipped his arms from beneath his burden. His face was so near that his lips would brush over hers if she turned her head. As he withdrew from the truck, his arm slid across Silver’s stomach, perilously close to the underside of her breasts.

She nearly jumped out of her seat at the contact, brief as it was. If he noticed, he didn’t show any sign.

Deck came around and slid behind the wheel, turning onto the road again with smooth, economical movements and moving along at a fast clip toward town. He picked up a cell phone and punched some buttons, then waited for a moment and began to speak.

“Sev? Deck. I’m bringing Lyn Hamill in. She’s unconscious, looks like she wrecked her truck.”

He waited while the person on the other end spoke, then replied, “Hold on.” He turned to Silver. “How long’s she been out?”

Silver shrugged. “Probably close to thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes,” Deck reported. “But she was conscious right afterward. She got back to the McCall place somehow. McCall’s sister answered the door, and Lyn collapsed.”

He listened again. “No blood that I can see, anyway.” He glanced at Silver with a question in his eyes and she shook her head. “We’ll be there in twenty.”

Abruptly Deck shut off the phone. There was a silence in the truck. Silver’s mind was whirling. “How did you hear my horn?”

“I’m your neighbor. Next place over.” He didn’t sound very pleased about it.

She leaned her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes for a moment. “I appreciate your help. I guess I’ll have to call a tow truck to move that truck from the entrance to the lane.”

“Your brother can do it with your truck.” His voice sounded almost challenging, and she wondered if he was annoyed with her or the situation.

“My brother’s out of town for a couple of weeks,” she said. She hesitated. “Deck, I’m sorry for inconveniencing you. I could have called an emergency team.”

“Around here folks help each other,” he said. “I was going to town, anyway.” He glanced at the girl in her arms, still ominously quiet, and she saw his eyes soften. “Besides, Lynnie’s had enough trouble in her life. Folks’ll appreciate you helping her.”

“Who is she?” She didn’t like the way his obvious affection for the girl made her feel. How could she possibly be jealous with a man she barely knew?

“Local girl. Her father owned the McCall outfit for a while. She’s had it tough.”

“How old is she?”

Deck shrugged. “Couple years younger than me?” He measured her. “I’m twenty-seven. I’d say Lyn’s closer to your age. You’re…about twenty-five now?”

“Twenty-six.” Then his words penetrated. “You must have grown up with my brother.”

“He and my brother are the same age.” Deck’s voice was flat, and she thought she must be annoying him with her chatter.

Turning her head, she looked out the window. They were rolling through mile after mile of prairie. When Cal had driven her out here the first time, she’d been amazed at the isolation. It had seemed as if a person could drive for days without seeing another house. Of course, she’d come to realize that was an exaggeration. Hours maybe, but not days.

The still form in her arms stirred and groaned, and instantly Silver was alert. “It’s all right, Lyn,” she murmured. “You’re safe.”

“Wha…?” The girl’s hands fluttered. Then, before Silver could offer her any additional reassurance she slipped back into the limp, unresponsive posture.

Silver lifted her gaze to see Deck glancing at them both in clear concern. “I don’t know anything about brain injury,” she said, “but this is scaring me.”

“We’ll be there soon.” To her astonishment Deck reached across the seat and laid a hand across hers where she clasped Lyn Hamill’s elbow. He squeezed gently, a firm, warm pressure that made her long to turn her own palm up and slide her fingers through his. “You did a good thing.”

Two

She was pacing.

Deck watched as Silver sprang to her feet yet again and walked to the corner of the waiting area at the clinic. What the hell was he doing waiting here with her? It had been damn bad luck that he’d been the first one to come across her this morning.

He’d heard that horn and recognized it as some kind of trouble. He’d been stopped by the pasture dam, checking the water level in the dam, and it hadn’t taken him any time at all to investigate. When he realized who it was at the entrance to the McCall place, he’d had an impulse to drive on past just to save himself the aggravation. She was McCall’s sister. He ought to be staying as far away from her as possible.

Then he’d seen Lynnie Hamill and realized he couldn’t drive away and leave either woman.

But that didn’t explain why he was hanging around the clinic. He shouldn’t want to be anywhere near here. Near her.

He watched as she walked the perimeter of the room again. She peered around the corner for a long moment before turning and walked a slow circuit around the room, finally coming to a stop before the single window.

She clearly hadn’t been planning on going anywhere this morning. She wore a pair of skin-tight old jeans that were white at the stress points, tennis sneakers that probably had been white once and an oversize T-shirt. The fabric was pulled into a knot at the waist, draping softly over her breasts in a manner that left his mouth dry and his body reminding him that he’d been without a woman too long. Her dark hair was as wildly curly as it had been the first day he’d seen her, though she had nothing in it today. It flew around her shoulders from a side part with each new motion.

Motion. Ah, the woman definitely could move. He couldn’t remember ever seeing a filly with such pretty action before in his whole entire life. Though he wasn’t fond of fidgety women he enjoyed the contained energy in her stride, the flex of supple muscle beneath her jeans, the slender rhythm of her hips.

He could think of ways he’d enjoy those hips even more. His body reacted as it had every time he’d so much as thought of Silver Jenssen in the past few days, and he shifted uncomfortably on the thin pad of the waiting room chair. He was starting to feel like his stallion penned next to a mare in season. Every time he’d looked at the poor critter, the horse had been more than ready to do his manly duty. A man couldn’t help but feel sympathy for such frustration.

He rose, unable to resist getting just a little closer and walked over to her. “You might as well stop fretting,” he advised her. “Sev said the ambulance’ll be here soon.”

“I know.” Silver didn’t turn from the window. “I’m just so afraid for her…”

He lifted his hands. After a second’s hesitation he clasped her shoulders in his palms, rubbing gently at the knots of tension he felt there. The feel of her softness beneath his hands made his fingers clench in automatic reaction before he got the surge of lust under control. “She was married to a first-class bastard,” he said. “They were divorced but I heard he wouldn’t stop coming around.”

Silver’s whole body had stilled beneath his touch. She rolled her shoulders and tilted her head to one side, giving him unspoken permission to continue his massage. “I don’t think all those marks on her face were from the accident,” she said. “Some of them weren’t fresh.” She turned and looked up at him, and her mouth was firm. “I won’t let her be abused anymore,” she said.

Deck knew he should take his hands from her shoulders now that she was facing him. It was too much like an embrace, and the last person in the world he ought to be hugging was Cal McCall’s sister.

But her flesh was warm and soft beneath his hands, and her eyes were so troubled that he couldn’t just walk off. “I haven’t seen her in a long time,” he said. “Nobody has.”

“If she needs a place, she can stay with me,” Silver said.

“Your brother might not be too thrilled with that.” He didn’t know why he’d felt compelled to bring Cal into the conversation, but the mention of his name banished the aura of intimacy.

“Cal wouldn’t mind,” she said confidently, though he thought he saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes for a moment. “Besides, he needs me to get his house in order, so he owes me one.” Then her face fell and she sighed heavily. “I hate sending her off to a strange hospital all alone. Maybe I should go along.”

He shuddered. He couldn’t prevent it, couldn’t conceal the revulsion that he knew showed on his face. It was all he could do to tolerate a place like this. Hospitals…he hadn’t been able to force himself to set foot in one since the terrible hours after Genie’s accident. The smell made him nauseous, the hushed atmosphere made him want to jump up and shout, the sight of people in white coats rushing around flat out scared the hell out of him.

“There’s no call for that,” he said aloud. “She’ll be in good hands.”

“It’s not that.” She looked up at him earnestly. “I just don’t want her to wake up alone without a friend. That girl looked like she could use a friend.”

With her face tipped up, those wide eyes so serious, she was all but irresistible. His gaze slid down to her mouth, noting the parted lips, the nervous habit she had of nibbling on the bottom one when something was upsetting her as it had been today.

She was Cal McCall’s sister, he told himself. He shouldn’t be talking to her, much less touching her.

Why not? whispered a little voice inside. He took your sister. It would be the perfect revenge.

Right. Like getting cozy with Silver Jenssen could make up for what he’d lost. No one in the world would ever understand. Part of himself had died, too, when Genie had died. A part that could never be regained or replaced.

“Deck?”

He focused on the present again, and there she stood, those beautiful eyes with their dark-rimmed irises looking at him with concern. What the hell—he had to have just one little taste.

“Are you all right?” She spoke again.

He cleared his throat. “I’m fine. Except that I’m holding the prettiest woman in town in my arms and I haven’t kissed her yet.”

Surprise flared in her eyes. Then, before he could lower his head, she stepped backward out from under his hands. “I wish that ambulance would get here.”

The minute she finished the sentence a door banged down the hall and heavy footsteps moved rapidly in their direction. Deck stepped away from Silver and looked out the window.

He hadn’t expected her to rebuff his advance. True, she barely knew him, but he could say without false modesty that he’d kissed a whole lot of women who’d spent even less time with him. He didn’t often make the effort to pursue, because he didn’t need to. He guessed that in this case he might have to make that effort. The primitive hunter within him stirred and woke. Oh, yes, he’d definitely have to make the effort.

Sev Andressen came into the room, a white hospital-style coat over his jeans and shirt. “She’s still unconscious,” he reported. “The ambulance is coming in right now.”

“I’m going along with her,” Silver said. “I won’t be able to give them much, but I’ll explain it.”