Lone Wolf's Woman

Then she had run headlong into Lone Wolf and known instantly there was something intriguing about him that called out to something inside her. She was physically attracted to him and impressed by him. He made her feel safe, secure and protected in the midst of a storm of turbulence.

Julia rolled to her side and fluffed her pillow. She had never expected to meet a man who didn’t have hidden motives, but it was a welcomed change. She had even been so presumptuous to think that Lone Wolf liked her for herself. He had praised her intelligence, her gumption and her spirit.

Then Maggie showed up and all of Julia’s insecurities and inadequacies came rushing to the surface, making her outspokenness and unconventional manner glaringly apparent.

Lone Wolf could see for himself that Julia wasn’t as appealing as Maggie. Any man could.

Muttering, Julia flopped onto her back and pulled the pillow over her head. Lord, she was such an imbecile for getting sidetracked by these rare feelings that Vince Lone Wolf inspired in her. And it hadn’t helped when he had bolted up earlier without a stitch of clothes to pounce on the supposed intruder. Dark though the room had been, Julia had gotten a revealing peek at his masculine body. The shadowed vision dancing in her head refused to go away.

“Stop thinking about that!” Julia muttered under her breath. She had only two objectives, she reminded herself sensibly. One, she had to make certain Adam recovered. Two, she needed to ferret out the sniper to determine if he had any connection to Sol Griffin.

This unexpected attachment to Lone Wolf was the result of distress, roiling emotion and feminine curiosity, she convinced herself. She was simply reaching out to find someone reliable and trustworthy while her world was in upheaval.

She wasn’t wasting precious time wondering if Lone Wolf found her lacking and unappealing. She was simply going to shut her eyes and go to sleep so she could be alert and energetic enough to care for Adam.

Her brother needed her. He was all the family she had left and she wouldn’t fail him. And that was that.

Lone Wolf slipped silently into Julia’s bedroom suite and stopped short when he realized she was asleep in the bed she had assigned to him. Now what was this supposed to imply? he wondered. He stared at her shapely form and the glorious mass of curly blond hair that splayed across the pillow. His fingertips itched to stroke those silky tendrils and he longed for another whiff of her enticing feminine scent.

Was this an unspoken invitation?

Because if it was, she wouldn’t have to ask him twice.

Even while his body hardened with anticipation, guilt slammed into him like a freight train. As much as he wanted to slide into bed beside this bewitching, feisty female, the fact that he hadn’t been completely honest with her about his motives for a pretend marriage stopped him cold.

This was a woman who valued honesty and trust, he reminded himself. She would be outraged with him if she learned the truth that he had conveniently omitted.

Despite all that, here she was in his assigned bed. There was no denying that he wanted her. What man wouldn’t? Julia was full of fire and spirit and she had an irrepressible passion for life that utterly beguiled him. She was every man’s secret dream. Even a man who, according to Harvey Fowler, wasn’t fit to breathe the same air that she did.

Unfortunately Harvey spoke the truth. Lone Wolf lived in a world where violence was a weekly occurrence. He was used to it, but Julia wasn’t. It was plain to see that she had become rattled by her brother’s brush with death.

To him it was business as usual.

Which meant they had nothing in common. Plus, she wasn’t his type. Hell, he didn’t have a type. What he had was the occasional sexual encounter to scratch an itch. It didn’t get more complicated than that and it was going to stay that way.

Yet…temptation was right under his nose and tantalizing thoughts of Julia Preston were dancing in his head. Scowling, Lone Wolf braced his hands on the side of the bed and stared at the tormenting vision of beauty, wishing he knew for sure what Julia was doing in his designated bed.

Was it by accident or on purpose?

“Woman, if you are trying to drive me crazy…it’s working.”

Silently he gathered his hardware and pulled the quilt from the foot of the bed. In one minute he had fashioned a pallet on the floor—directly between Julia and the terrace door. If anyone tried to get to her or Adam they would have to go through him.

And after all, wasn’t that his only reason for existence? To resolve other people’s problems? Half-breeds had difficulty acquiring respectable jobs. As a bounty hunter and bodyguard, he was a dispensable commodity that protected decent folks from criminal elements of society. He was the last defense between good and evil.

If Julia hadn’t needed him to solve her problems she probably wouldn’t have given him a second glance. Yet, for a few hours he had felt he belonged somewhere, helping put a family back together after tragedy struck.

This was something different than tracking ruthless murderers and thieves through the wilderness—while trying to avoid getting himself shot in the process.

Lone Wolf rolled onto his side and stared at the bed that had felt so incredibly comfortable earlier. There was a lot to be said for luxury. Even more to be said for snuggling up to the soft feminine body that was just beyond his reach.

Another blast of lust hammered him. He wondered if the self-restraint he had spent thirty-two years perfecting was going to hold up around Julia. Then he asked himself why a woman like her would possibly want a man like him.

She wouldn’t, he assured himself realistically. Whatever she was doing in that bed it was not meant to be a subtle invitation, he decided.

Maybe she had tried to wait up for his return to make certain Maggie had gotten home safely and had fallen asleep. Maybe she had simply forgotten that she had offered the suite to him. But whatever the reason, he was going to wait until morning to find out.

In the meantime he had placed himself in the perfect position to protect her from an intruder. Until this feud was resolved, Lone Wolf promised that he was going to be the Prestons’ bodyguard and hired gun.

Furthermore, he was not going to forget his place. If he did, society would certainly remind him of it quick enough. So-called decent folks had been doing it for years. He just hoped Julia could withstand the strain of censure that was sure to come her way because of their pretend marriage.

Another wave of guilt buffeted Lone Wolf. Damn it, he never should have stipulated a pretend marriage, even if it was a practical way to protect Julia and to satisfy his personal vendetta against Sol Griffin.

Lone Wolf made a pact with himself to find another way to protect Julia. He would retract his request come morning. He simply didn’t have the heart to seek vindication on Sol at Julia’s expense. In addition, Julia needed to know the truth about his connection to Sol. The longer Lone Wolf waited the worse her reaction would be.

He would tell her in the morning, and she would send him packing because of his family ties to her worst enemy.

Lone Wolf cast one last glance at the intriguing woman in bed, sighed in exasperation and told himself to go to sleep. Tomorrow he would be on his way to Colorado and she would find someone else to resolve her problems.

The next morning Julia came slowly awake. She stared up at the overhead canopy—and realized that she had plopped onto her own bed instead of the one in the guest room. Alarmed, she peeked to see if Lone Wolf had assumed she was issuing an invitation for him to sleep with her.

She sagged in relief when she noticed the other side of the bed had not been disturbed.

Tossing back the sheet, she sat up to survey the room. Nothing was out of place and Lone Wolf was nowhere to be found. Julia dressed in her shirt and breeches, then hurried in to check on Adam. She stumbled to a halt when she saw Lone Wolf straddling a chair backward, visiting with Adam, who was propped up on a pile of pillows, sipping coffee. There was a tray of bread and canned peaches beside him. Obviously Lone Wolf had been tending the patient and was taking his duty as bodyguard seriously.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Adam said with a wobbly smile.

She returned her brother’s grin, then cast Lone Wolf an awkward glance. His expression was carefully neutral. If he was wondering what she had been doing in the bed she had offered to him it didn’t show on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Adam has been giving me more background information on the rift with your neighbor,” Lone Wolf remarked. “He agrees that Sol Griffin is the most likely suspect. But we aren’t going to limit our search to just him.”

“And we aren’t going to breathe a word of this to Maggie until we know for certain,” Adam declared adamantly. “No sense turning her world upside down until absolutely necessary.”

Julia glanced out the window toward Griffin Ranch, which sat in the distance. Her eyes narrowed and she muttered furiously when she spotted a man wearing a long canvas duster and wide-brimmed hat. He had emerged from the shadows of a grove of cedar trees that lined the spring-fed creek on Preston property. Although he was riding a sorrel gelding this time, she suspected he was the same man who had shot Adam.

“He’s back. The vulture is probably trying to find out if he managed to kill Adam last night.” Julia wheeled around and took off like a shot.

“Damn it, Jules, be careful!” Adam called out hoarsely.

Julia paid him no heed. She was intent on tracking that sidewinder cross-country to see if he headed to Sol Griffin’s house. She didn’t hear but rather felt Lone Wolf’s presence behind her as she bounded down the steps.

“Slow down, woman,” Lone Wolf grumbled. “Think. That sniper might be trying to lure you out.”

“Maybe dashing off half-cocked isn’t the wisest course of action,” she muttered. “But I want revenge so badly I can almost taste it.”

“Back door.” He clutched her arm and herded her down the hall. “Better yet, you stay here and let me track the hombre.”

“No, I’m going with you and that’s that.”

He noted the determined tilt of her chin and remembered that Adam had told him Julia had run wild after their father’s death. She had become daring, reckless and impulsive while she dealt with her grief.

Judging by the look on her face, she refused to be frightened off by the thought of personal danger. He’d have to resort to tying her up to prevent her from going with him.

Julia burst ahead of him to lead the way across the back lawn. “I didn’t mean to take your bed last night,” she blurted out. “Old habit, I guess. Where did you sleep?”

“On the floor so I could keep an eye on you and Adam,” he replied as he grabbed her hand and sprinted toward the barn.

To his surprise she didn’t bother to saddle a horse, just grabbed a bridle and bit. Lone Wolf was willing to bet this wasn’t the first time Julia had galloped off bare-back. Not that he minded, of course. He had grown up in a Cheyenne camp, learning to ride expertly at a young age.

He grabbed her reins and led both horses through the back exit of the barn. “We’ll circle to the south so our friend won’t realize that he’s being tracked.”

“He’s no friend of mine,” Julia muttered bitterly. “He and Sol became my sworn enemies when they blew Adam out of the saddle last night.”

Lone Wolf winced inwardly. He couldn’t delay telling Julia about his connection to Sol Griffin. But considering her present frame of mind, he didn’t think now would be a good time.

After boosting Julia onto her horse, Lone Wolf swung onto his pinto. Giving Julia a direct order to follow behind him, he headed for the underbrush and willows that lined the creek.

“He’s still there,” Julia scowled, glaring at the silhouette that lurked in the trees. “Maybe we should just wing him a couple of times then fire a few questions at him.”

Lone Wolf swallowed a smile. “Don’t you think it would be wiser to figure out if the sniper is working alone first?”

She grumbled sourly, “I suppose you’re right.”

Julia simmered down a bit as they picked their way along the creek bank. Five minutes later the unidentified rider had disappeared completely from sight.

“There. You see? This is what comes of being cautious,” she muttered in disappointment. “He’s vanished again.”

“But he left tracks,” Lone Wolf said encouragingly. “Sometimes that’s better than the direct approach.”

“I would be a dismal failure in your profession,” Julia admitted. “Absolutely no patience.”

“Most of the deceased bounty hunters I used to know had the same flaw. This profession separates men from their mistakes. You have to learn to outwait and outwit your quarry.” He sent her a pointed glance. “If you can’t do that then go home where you should have stayed and let me handle this alone.”

She kept quiet while he slid from his horse to study the hoofprints. “He’s almost the same size as I am,” he informed Julia.

She blinked, baffled. “How do you know that?”

“Depth of the indentation and the stride of the horse. Your horse can manage long strides because of your smaller size. Mine can, too, because I selected this piebald pinto for his muscular strength, stamina and agility. White men don’t always take that into consideration.”

“You leave nothing to chance, do you? I’m impressed,” Julia murmured.

“Don’t be. I’m not telling you anything that any self-respecting Cheyenne warrior didn’t learn before he was ten years old.”

Lone Wolf swung onto his paint pony, then followed the trail that seemed too obvious, what with all the broken branches on small seedlings. The tracks led down to the creek bank, leaving deep indentations in the mud.

Lone Wolf’s senses went on alert.

“Trap,” he whispered as he snaked out his hand to push Julia down on her horse.

Chapter Five

T hey barely had time to duck before a bullet whistled past the place where her head had been. The second shot sailed over Lone Wolf’s shoulder—missing him by mere inches.

But he found out what he wanted to know.

The sniper wasn’t working alone. The second shot had come from a different location in the thick grass that lined the winding creek.

Lone Wolf slapped Julia’s horse on the rump, then dug in his heels to send his mount racing back in the direction they had come. Two minutes later they emerged from the creek. Julia looked a mite bewildered. He figured it was the first time someone had taken potshots at her.

It was not his first time. He had been a target more times than he cared to count.

“Sol has finally lost his grasp on reality,” she said, and gulped. “He was serious when he said that he wanted to wipe the Preston name off the face of the earth. Doesn’t he realize that he’s going to turn his own daughter against him when she learns the truth?”

“Lesson number two,” Lone Wolf murmured as he circled behind a rolling hill for protection. “Do not jump to conclusions. We don’t have proof that either ambush is tied to your feud with Griffin, no matter how much you might want them to be.”

Julia gnashed her teeth. “Easy for you to give him the benefit of the doubt, but not for me. Your brother wasn’t warned away from his true love and he didn’t get shot. Nor have you been battling rustlers since your father’s death. This is another example of Sol trying to make our lives miserable so we’ll give up, sell out to him and move away.

“And why are you defending him?” She huffed. “Because you’ve developed an interest in Maggie?”

Lone Wolf gaped at her in astonishment. “Where in the hell did that come from?”

“Are you saying that you don’t find her attractive?” Julia demanded. “That would make you the first man I’ve met who doesn’t.”

Obviously getting shot at had rattled Julia more than she realized. This incident was reminiscent of the nightmare that left Adam bedridden. Suddenly she was spouting comments without thinking first, because her emotions were all over the place again.

“Of course I think Maggie is attractive.” Lone Wolf chuckled and shook his raven head. “But if you’re under the impression that I’m interested in her then you’re wrong.”

“Am I?” she challenged.

“Yes, you are,” he insisted.

He shifted uneasily on horseback and looked away. Julia frowned at his peculiar behavior and wished she knew exactly what he was thinking. But Vince Lone Wolf was a master of self-disciplined stares that gave away none of his emotions.

“There’s something you need to know.” He took a deep breath, which made his broad chest expand noticeably. “Sol Griffin is my uncle and Maggie is my first cousin,” he said in a hurried rush.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes popped. “Your what?”

Julia had no idea what she had expected him to say, but that wasn’t even on the list! Well, that explained a lot. No wonder he was reluctant to pin the shooting on Sol.

She suddenly recalled that Lone Wolf had refused her request for help until after he learned that Sol was involved. Alarm flared inside her. “What is this? Some kind of double cross? Are you working with the snipers?”

She recoiled from him, staring at him as if he were a dangerous threat rather than a trusted ally. Her first thought was that he meant to kill her where she sat, and then claim that someone else had attacked her.

Just what was in this for him? she wondered suspiciously. Partial ownership in her ranch after she and Adam were dead?

The frightening realization that this was a trap and that Lone Wolf was part of the conspiracy sent adrenaline pumping through her veins. For one wild moment Julia wondered if the reason Lone Wolf had volunteered to accompany Maggie home last night was so he could consult privately with Sol.

Dear God, she thought frantically. They were in cahoots and she had blundered headlong into disaster.

Instinct demanded that she run for her life before Lone Wolf grabbed his pistol and aimed it at her. Frightened, Julia took off like a rocket, using the technique of sprawling atop her horse to reduce her chances of being shot.

“Damn it, Julia,” he growled as he chased after her.

She cursed him back as she rode hell-for-leather toward the safety of home. He intended to betray her, she thought mutinously. The one man she thought was different from the rest of his gender. The one man who aroused her interest without trying. The man she had decided to pretend was her husband. The first man she wasn’t averse to having underfoot because she actually liked and respected him.

Curse it, she would never trust her judgment of men again!

Julia scowled when she heard the thunder of hooves close behind her. Swift as her mount was, it was no match for the powerful black-and-white paint gelding and its exceptionally skilled rider. Julia shrieked in alarm when Lone Wolf clamped his hand around her forearm. Before she could fight back he snatched her off her horse while at full canter and she found herself suspended in midair momentarily.

Her breath gushed from her lips when he clutched her against his muscular body. Julia squirmed defiantly while he forced her to straddle his thighs. She stared at the traitor face-to-face and wished him a fast trip to perdition.

“Simmer down,” he snapped as he reined his pinto to a walk.

“Like hell I will!” She spit the words at him and struggled valiantly for release—for all the good it did.

“Didn’t I just get through telling you not to jump to conclusions? Lesson number two, remember?”

Her gaze filleted him and he reciprocated in kind. She decided that when Lone Wolf was irate he could be very intimidating. He looked ominous and foreboding, just as he had last night when he’d yanked her off her horse and followed her to the ground to lay a knife at her throat.

The mistaken sense of security and comfort that she felt when she was with him shattered in the face of his thunderous scowl and the unyielding hold he had on her. The man certainly made a frightening enemy, she decided.

Julia knew she was as good as dead, because Lone Wolf had to be in a league with Sol. Her bitter neighbor was going to win this feud and his gun-toting nephew would make sure of it.

“You tricked me,” she said furiously. “You used me. And when you kill me I will find a way to come back and haunt you for the rest of your days—”

To her astounded amazement he angled his head and kissed her. To shut her up, no doubt. He couldn’t use his hand to cover her mouth because both arms were clamped around her waist to hold her still. So he kissed her. Hard.

Stole her breath out of her lungs was more accurate.

He crushed her so tightly against him that she couldn’t move. He kept on devouring her lips—and any woman with a lick of sense in her head would have continued to resist. Instead she melted against his powerful body and focused on the tantalizing taste of him, the unexpected pleasure that unfurled inside her.

She blamed her impulsive response on the emotional carousel her life had become. Plus, no man had ever dared to grab her and kiss her breathless, for fear of offending her and losing the potential meal ticket she represented. But Lone Wolf was nothing if not bold and daring and she had witnessed several examples of those dominant traits during their short acquaintance.

When he finally allowed her to come up for air she swore her eyes had crossed and he had robbed her of the ability to speak and think straight. She simply stared at him—at his sensuous mouth, to be specific—and wondered why she wanted him to kiss her like that again.

Obviously she had gone crazy. It was the only explanation for wanting to kiss a man who had turned out to be her worst enemy.

“Don’t make me do that again, Julia,” he growled at her.

Something fragile and unfamiliar that had just burst to life inside her—some unique sensation she couldn’t adequately identify—died a quick death. He was letting her know straight away that he had only kissed her to silence her…and nothing more. It wasn’t personal.

Curse the man! He was crushing to her feminine pride.

When he lifted his hand to curl it around her throat she wondered if he had decided to choke her instead of shoot her. But his fingers didn’t close viciously around her windpipe. He simply tilted her head back so he could stare her squarely in the eyes.

“Are you listening now?” he asked gruffly. “No thinking allowed. No presumptions, either, wildcat. Just listen.”

“Answer one question first,” she muttered rebelliously. “Do you plan to kill me when you’re through talking? If so, I want to have the last word instead of hearing your lies.”

Lone Wolf sighed audibly. A handful did not begin to describe this high-strung, headstrong woman. She was sassy and defiant and kissing her into silence had been a bad idea.

He had enjoyed it too damn much.

He had been afraid that would be the case.

Sure enough, one taste of her and he had wanted much more. He had been a little rough and greedy and he sincerely regretted that. But she was completely mistaken if she thought that was the kiss of a man who wanted her dead.

What he wanted was to have her beneath him, to be inside her…and if she couldn’t feel his arousal then she wasn’t paying attention.

And damn it, this was not a good time for him to discover that his reaction to Julia was not something easily controlled or ignored.

“I’m not trying to kill you, although you’re going to manage that feat by yourself if you go haring off like you tried to do earlier,” he snapped, angry with himself for being so vulnerable to this woman. He had spent years teaching himself to be invincible. And poof! This five-foot-nothing female got to him in every way imaginable. “I’m trying to keep you alive, but you have to cooperate!”