LITMIR.BIZ

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got tired of all that white.” Kit looked across the kitchen at the shattered glass. “He did a nice job on my window.” Her voice tightened. “Who was it?”

      “Big guy, built like a fire hydrant. Ugly as the backside of a bull.”

      “That’s Emmett. He’s convinced there’s treasure hidden here somewhere. He came back just like he said he would. I wish I could have seen his face when you stopped him.” She frowned at Wolfe. “Always being a hero. I see you’ve gotten your leg hurt as well as your face.”

      “I’m fine.”

      But she vanished into the bathroom and returned with a handful of boxes and bottles. “Take off your pants.”

      “Kit, I don’t think—”

      “Strip, Wolfe. Otherwise, I’ll cut them off you.”

      “I’ll pass.”

      “You think the sight of your naked butt is going to make me faint dead away?”

      Wolfe felt his body tighten as she stared at the blood on his dark pants. “There’s no need to get upset.”

      “Who’s upset? I’m just being practical, but you’re being the same as you always were. Mr. Tall, Dark and Silent, always in control.” He tried turning to look at her, but she held his face still. “That was your nickname in high school, didn’t you know?”

      Somehow it didn’t surprise him. High school had been a blur of anger and confusion. The Russians could have invaded, for all he would have noticed. “Can’t say as I did.”

      Kit finished cleaning the cut at his jaw, and then her gaze cut down to his leg. “Are you going to take your pants off or not?”

      “Definitely not.”

      Her eyes glinted as she went for his belt. They circled one another for a moment and Wolfe realized she wasn’t giving up. With a sigh he grabbed alcohol and cotton from the tray beside her on the counter, then removed a blood-soaked pad covering the wound just visible beneath his torn pants. He cleaned the area thoroughly, threaded a surgical needle, and went to work.

      She stood watching, her hands locked at her sides.

      Wolfe put in two precise stitches. As wounds went, this was only a scratch, so the sewing was no problem. He’d already shot himself up with antibiotics and covered the area with a gauze bandage, but he should have closed the wound sooner.

      No time like the present.

      With steady fingers he held the torn skin in place and shoved the needle home.

      “You should take something for the pain.”

      “Not necessary.” Wolfe put in another neat stitch.

      Kit swallowed and looked away. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

      “Basic field medicine.” He shrugged. “No big deal.”

      “I can see you don’t need me.” She pushed away from the counter, her body stiff. “I’ll get Trace’s bed ready.”

      “Don’t go to any trouble. I can sleep down here on the couch.” Not that he’d do much actual sleeping.

      “You’re sleeping in a bed, understood?” Her voice was tight. “It’s the least I can do.”

      Turning, she collected the leftover bottles and bandages. When her gaze fell on the dogs, who were watching the byplay quietly, she frowned. “Do you hear that?”

      “I don’t hear anything.”

      “That’s my point. The dogs didn’t bark at you. What’s going on here?”

      Baby’s tail thumped on the floor, and Diesel gave a happy little yelp.

      Kit glared at both of them. “What kind of guard work is that, you two?”

      Baby’s tail thumped harder.

      “Something’s wrong.” Kit rounded on Wolfe. “Have you been here before? Is that why my dogs know you? There’s no way they would let a stranger in here without a fuss.”

      Wolfe cut a new piece of gauze and covered the wound loosely. The easiest thing to do now would be to brush away her memories, painting out all the unwanted details that would make her ask difficult questions. But he couldn’t make her forget. He needed to stay inside the house. That would be the best way to keep her safe while he took a closer look at her dogs.

      “What’s going on?” she demanded, standing stubbornly in front of him.

      “Just a friendly visit, like I told you. When I came in the dogs growled a little. Then they smelled my hands for a long time, but they didn’t seem upset. Maybe they could sense that I’m not hostile.”

      “Mind reading isn’t one of their skills, Wolfe. I don’t buy any of this.”

      “You must be sleepy. I’ll finish up down here and take care of the window,” he said quietly. “Go on to bed.”

      Kit shook her head. “Not until you explain.”

      “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

      “You bet we will. If I weren’t exhausted, I’d make you talk now.” She winced a little, rubbing her hip. “The dogs don’t sleep in the house.” She yawned. “They need to go outside to the kennel.”

      “I’ll take care of it.”

      She didn’t move.

      “Go on. Get some sleep, Kit.”

      “I always hated it when you gave me orders. I see you’re still doing it.” She looked away. “You’re not going to tell me why you’re really here, are you?”

      “I already told you. Trace asked me to—”

      “Skip it.” She took an irritated breath. “You know the bad part? Part of me really wants to believe you. But that’s my problem, not yours.” Her back stiffened. “The bed will be ready for you upstairs.”

      Wolfe could see the muscles tighten in her neck. “Thank you.”

      “Don’t thank me yet. Tomorrow you’d better go. It will be easier that way.” She turned away, the dogs close behind her.

      He felt as if she’d pulled all the warmth from the room when she left.

      CHAPTER SIX

      HE DIDN’T DO WINDOWS.

      He knew how all right, but it wasn’t in the job description.

      Wolfe glared down at the mess at his feet and shook his head. Apparently there was a time and a place for everything. If he didn’t clean up the glass all over the kitchen floor and replace the pane, one of the dogs could get hurt.

      He rubbed his neck, remembering that Kit’s frugal father always kept panels of uncut glass for repairs. Unless she’d changed things, they would be neatly stacked, separated by particleboard, out in the shed near the kennels.

      Ten minutes later, glass crunched beneath his feet. Baby whined, watching him from across the room while he worked.

      The dogs sniffed the broken glass, but didn’t come closer. Was that normal, Wolfe wondered? He didn’t have a clue, so he’d list it in his report, along with everything else.

      After he dug the remaining fragments out of the window frame, Wolfe ran his fingers over the inside pocket of his shirt, where the map was now carefully stowed until he could get it analyzed. Why had Emmett been carrying a diagram of the ranch, especially one that looked new?

      The simple answer was that the map stemmed from the old local belief that a treasure was buried somewhere on the O’Halloran ranch. Every few months Kit’s father used to catch someone prowling around, digging in the deserted washes near the house.

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