LITMIR.BIZ

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had a woman? Weeks? Months? He clamped down on the yearning that gripped his body like a fever. “What do you want?”

      Her eyelids fluttered nervously over irises that were the clear blue of the sky above. Her small chin was stubborn, her posture defiant. As she wiped her damp brow with her hand, she smiled winningly. “Could we go inside and sit down for a few minutes? I’d love something to drink, and I promise not to take too much of your time.”

      Gareth tensed, and rage flashed through him with the ferocity of the furious torrents that arose in these mountains during thunderstorms and decimated the low ground far below. A user. Like all the rest.

      He ignored her outstretched hand, crowding her, relying on his size and temper to bully her. “Get the hell off my land.”

      The slight woman stumbled backward, her eyes huge, her face paper-white.

      He pressed his advantage. “Go on,” he snarled. “You’re not wanted here.”

      She opened her mouth, perhaps to protest, but in that instant, one foot slid off the edge of the porch into thin air. She tumbled backward in graceful slow motion, her hip and head striking his steps with audible, dreadful thuds before her small body settled into an ungainly heap on the unforgiving ground.

      Mary, Mother of God. He was at her side in the slice of a second, his hands shaking and his brain mush. He was an animal, no better than the coyotes who roamed the hills at night.

      She was unconscious. Gently he stroked his palms down her extremities, searching for breaks. Growing up with male brothers and cousins, he had seen his fair share of broken limbs over the years, but he might be sick if he found a sharp bone protruding through her silky, fine-textured skin.

      He heaved a sigh of relief when he found none. But the purplish bruise blooming near her temple and the blood trickling down her leg galvanized him into action.

      He scooped her negligible weight into his arms and carried her into the house and to his room, his private sanctuary. He deposited her carefully on the unmade bed and went for ice and medical supplies.

      The fact that she was still unconscious began to worry him even more than the deep cut on her leg. He grabbed for the phone and dialed his brother Jacob. “I need you. It’s an emergency. Bring your bag.”

      Ten minutes later, his sibling joined him at the bedside. Both men looked down at the woman who was dwarfed by the bed’s size and masculinity. Her red-gold hair glowed against the somber gray and navy of the cashmere blankets.

      Jacob examined her rapidly from head to toe, his mien serious, his medical training as automatic as it was thorough. “I’ll have to stitch the leg. The knot on her head is bad, but not life-threatening. Pupils seem okay.” He frowned. “Is she a friend of yours?”

      Gareth snorted, his gaze never leaving her face. “Hardly. She was here for all of two minutes when she fell. Said she wanted to talk to me about something. I’m guessing she could be a reporter.”

      Jacob’s brow creased. “What happened?”

      Gareth leaned forward and brushed the hair from her face. “I tried to scare her off and it worked.”

      Jacob sighed. “That hermit act you put on is going to bite you in the ass someday. Maybe today. Damn it, Gareth. She could sue the family to hell and back. What were you thinking?”

      Gareth winced when Jacob stuck a needle in the woman’s leg, deadening the small area around her cut. She never moved. “I wanted her gone,” he muttered, irritated, brooding as he battled inward demons. He hoped this female was as innocent as the first pristine snows that fell in late autumn.

      But she could just as easily be a viper in their midst.

      Jacob finished the last stitch and covered the wound with a neat bandage. He checked his patient’s pulse, gave her another shot in the arm for pain and frowned. “We’d better check for ID. Did she have anything with her?”

      Gareth nodded. “It’s on the chair over there.” While Jacob rifled in the woman’s long-handled tote, Gareth stared down at the intruder. She looked like an angel in his bed.

      Jacob held up a billfold and sheet of paper, a troubled frown on his face. “Take a look at this photo. And her name is Gracie Darlington.”

      “Unless the ID is a fake.”

      “Don’t jump to conclusions. You wear paranoia like a hair shirt, but this might be nothing sinister at all.”

      “And pigs could fly. Don’t expect me to be gullible just because she’s cute and cuddly. I’ve been down that road.”

      “Your ex-fiancée was overly ambitious. And cuddly wasn’t in her vocabulary. It happened a long time ago, Gareth. Let it go.”

      “Not until I know the truth.”

      Jacob shook his head in disgust as he broke an ammonia caplet beneath Gracie’s nose.

      She moved restlessly and moaned as reality returned.

      Gareth took her small hand in his. “Wake up.”

      She opened her eyes, blinking against the light. Her lips trembled. “There are two of you?” Her brow creased in confusion.

      Jacob’s chuckle was dry. “As long as you don’t see four, I think we’re okay. You probably have a concussion. You need to rest and drink plenty of fluids. I’ll be nearby if you get worse. In the meantime, don’t make any sudden moves.”

      His attempt at humor didn’t register on Gracie’s face. Her nose wrinkled in discomfort. “Where am I?”

      Jacob patted her arm. “You’re in my brother’s bedroom. But don’t worry. Gareth doesn’t bite. And I’m Jacob, by the way.” He glanced at Gareth. “Keep ice packs on her leg and the side of her head. I’m leaving a mild painkiller that should give her some relief as the shot wears off. I’ll check back in the morning unless anything changes. Bring her to the clinic and I’ll x-ray her to make sure I haven’t missed something.”

      Gareth didn’t bother to see his sibling out.

      He sat down on the edge of the bed and winced inwardly when Gracie, damaged as she was, made the effort to move away from him. The simple exertion drained what little color she had left in her face, and she shuddered, leaned past him and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

      Then she burst into tears.

      Gareth was momentarily frozen with indecision. He’d never in his life felt such an urgent, desperate need to comfort anyone. Gracie might be a lying, cheating witch. And even worse, a woman who could cause untold trouble for his family.

      But he was helpless in the face of her heartfelt misery. No one could fake such distress.

      He went to the bathroom for a damp washcloth, handed it to her and proceeded to clean up the mess on the floor in silence. By the time he was done, her sobs had subsided into hiccupping, ragged sighs. Her eyes were closed, her body still as death. Probably because every little movement sent pain shooting through her skull.

      Gareth had been thrown from a horse when he was twelve, and the resulting head injury had left him weak as a babe.

      He knew how she felt.

      He didn’t risk sitting down again. Instead he went to the windows and opened both of them, letting the fresh spring breezes cleanse the room. He pulled the curtains together to dim the light, wanting to make her as comfortable as possible.

      Afterward, he stood by the bed and stared down at her, wondering how a day that had begun so normally had rapidly skidded off track. He cleared his throat and gently pulled the bedding to cover her slight frame, tucking it to her chin. “We need to talk. But I’ll wait until you’ve had a chance to rest. It’s almost dinnertime. I’ll fix something simple that won’t aggravate your stomach, and I’ll bring it in when it’s ready.” He hesitated, waiting for a reply.

      Gracie

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