Warrior (10 page)

Beneath the table Ten squeezed Diana’s hand and said in a low voice, “Nevada’s been through too many wars, honey. He doesn’t trust life enough to risk loving a woman. And without love, there won’t be any babies. The Blackthorns may be the bastard branch of the MacKenzie family, but we don’t make babies with women we don’t love.” His thumb stroked over Diana’s palm as he added wryly, “It just took me a while to figure that out in our case.”

Diana smiled at Ten and laced her fingers through his.

Nevada’s acute hearing had picked up every syllable of the conversation between Diana and her husband. Nevada didn’t disagree with Ten’s assessment of the Blackthorn clan. The day Nevada had discovered Diana could be pregnant and was definitely alone – because Ten was uncertain of his own ability to love – Nevada had taken his brother out to a lonely stretch of pasture and given him the fight Ten had been begging for since the day Diana had left the Rocking M.

It had been a learning experience for both men. One of the things they had learned was that the love of a brother for a brother was a lot deeper than either had suspected.

“Well, little lady,” Nevada said, bending down over Carolina’s playpen and lifting her into his arms. “You’re as fat and sassy as a summer storm. You want to cloud up and rain all over me?”

Carolina had no such intention now that one of her favorite human beings was within reach. She made a cooing, crowing sound of triumph and grabbed Nevada’s beard. He endured the rough caress for a time before gently disengaging her small, surprisingly strong fingers.

“Easy does it,” he murmured, rubbing his beard against Carolina’s small hands and cheeks. “You’ll have me bald before you’re a year old.”

She laughed with delight and grabbed for the intriguing chin fur again. Nevada blew on Carolina’s head teasingly, stirring her silky black hair, the legacy of her Blackthorn father. Her eyes were Diana’s – a dark, astonishingly clear blue. Carolina’s smile was unique, a smile like sunrise, a contagion of warmth. Holding Carolina, turning his shoulders slowly from side to side, Nevada spoke softly.

“Just lonely, huh?” Nevada murmured, his deep voice gentle, almost a purr. “Well, don’t you worry, little darling. Logan’s almost over the flu. In a few days he’ll be back to stealing your toys. For now, though, he’s out of commission. Guess you’ll have to settle for me tonight. But your ‘uncle’ Cash should be back from Boulder by the weekend. He’s an even bigger sucker for little girls than I am.”

Carolina cooed. Thick black eyelashes swept down over brilliant blue eyes. She curled up against Nevada’s chest, yawned, rubbed her ear with a small fist, and relaxed completely. Thirty seconds later she was asleep.

Nevada stood for a long time, cradling the little girl’s head with his hand, rocking her very gently, remembering too many babies who had been born into a war-torn land, babies too weak even to cry out, babies he had found too late

“You’re going to spoil her,” Ten said from the doorway, but his smile was as affectionate as his voice.

“My pleasure,” Nevada said, looking down at his sleeping niece. “She’s such a healthy, pretty little thing. Your hair and Diana’s eyes.”

“And your smile,” Ten said softly. “But Luke and I are the only ones who know about that. We’re the only ones who remember you from the time before you gave up smiling.”

Nevada shrugged slightly. “That’s what happens when you wrestle with the devil and lose.”

“Is it? I wrestled. I lost. And I learned to smile again anyway.”

“Then you’re a fool, Tennessee. Any man who lets emotions affect him is a fool.”

“Any man who doesn’t is dead in all the ways that matter, and you damn well know it. That’s why you’re standing there holding Carolina.”

“She’s hardly more than a baby. She needs to be held, needs to know she’s not alone, needs

” Nevada shrugged again. “She needs holding, that’s all.”

“So do adults. Sometimes we need it most of all.”

“At over six feet, you’re a little big for cuddling,” Nevada said dryly.

“Don’t tell that to the Rocking M women,” Ten retorted. “Luke, Cash and I would hate like hell to give up our ration of cuddling!”

Carolina stirred, complained sleepily and burrowed closer to Nevada.

Ten looked at his watch. “Bedtime. Hand her over to Daddy.”

Nevada shifted Carolina into her father’s arms. She opened her eyes, approved her new transportation, and promptly went back to sleep. Ten kissed the silky black hair and headed for the stairway.

“Ten?”

“Yeah?” Ten asked softly without looking back.

“If you’re sure you don’t need me around here, I think I’ll head for Wildfire Canyon early tomorrow.”

“Happy hunting.”

Only Carolina could have seen Ten’s wide, knowing smile, and she was asleep.

“Would you miss one of the ranch trucks?” Nevada continued. “We – I lost the cat’s tracks on a windy slope way back up a canyon. Even a dog couldn’t track her there. It’s too steep for a horse, so I might as well drive up that old logging road and work back down from there.”

“Take the black truck. Take extra supplies. Take anything you need to get the job done right, including time. For once we’re not shorthanded. In other words, don’t hurry back.”

Sensing the buried amusement in Ten’s voice, Nevada watched closely as his brother disappeared up the stairway, carrying the utterly relaxed child.

Abruptly Nevada turned away and went to the bunkhouse. He packed what he would need, set his mental alarm clock for five hours of sleep and crawled into his cold bunk, trying not to remember what it had been like to hold Eden for just a few moments in his arms in an isolated cabin when she had been disturbed by his dark, unremembered dreams.

Nevada slept quickly. deeply, and he did not remember his dreams. Five hours later he awakened, dressed, and went to the black pickup truck. When he opened the door, a mélange of fragrances greeted him – Carla’s chocolate chip cookies and Mariah’s fudge brownies, a sack of freshly baked biscuits and a kettle of hearty beef stew that would feed him for several days.

The corner of Nevada’s mouth turned up as Ten’s words came back to him: Don’t tell that to the Rocking M women. Luke, Cash and I would hate like hell to give up our ration of cuddling!

Something told Nevada that the women enjoyed it, too.

*

By the time Nevada had negotiated the final washout on the abandoned logging road, he was beginning to wonder how Eden had managed the trip in the first place. If it hadn’t been for the signs of her vehicle tracks, he would have sworn that no one had been over the road since the logging operation had been shut down a decade ago. In an emergency, it would be impossible to get to the cabin quickly – or to get away from it.

The anxiety that had been gnawing at Nevada ever since he had left Eden increased as the truck bumped and labored over the rutted, slushy track. He told himself there was no reason for him to be concerned about Eden’s welfare. There had been no new storms, no word of strangers in the high country, nothing to set his mind to worrying. Even if there had been, Baby was a formidable bodyguard and Eden had been very much at home in the wild. Rationally, Nevada knew he didn’t need to worry about her.

But he wasn’t feeling very rational at the moment.

Eden haunted him like an echo down a lonely canyon, touching hidden places that even the sun couldn’t reach. Nevada knew he wouldn’t have any peace of mind until he assured himself that Eden was all right.

Impatient with himself for his own foolishness, Nevada braked to a stop in front of the isolated cabin. Beyond the cabin, the open, sparse forest began. Even before he turned off the engine, the anxiety that had been driving him intensified. There was smoke rising from the chimney but no one was coming out to greet him. Light green eyes noted every detail of the cabin. Though the weather had been clear, the only tracks Nevada could see in the melting snow went from the cabin around to the outhouse in back, with a single set of tracks detouring to the woodpile.

Eden hadn’t left the cabin for anything but absolute necessities.

I knew it. Damn it, I never should have left her alone. Accidents happen. Hell, one happened to me!

Nevada left the truck and reached the cabin door in three long strides. He opened the door and automatically shut it behind him. Baby whined and rumbled a greeting.

“Hi,” Eden said, then coughed before continuing in a raspy voice. “Baby told me company was coming, but he didn’t say who.”

Dressed in the long, scarlet ski underwear she used as pajamas, Eden was kneeling in front of the hearth, raking up the coals of last night’s fire. Her hair was tangled and her normally luminous skin was the color of chalk except for the fever flags flying across her high cheekbones. With less than her usual ease, Eden pushed herself slowly to her feet.

“Sit down,” she said, gesturing toward a camp chair. “It will be a few minutes until the coffee is ready.”

“You’re sick,” Nevada said flatly, starting toward her.

“It’s just—”

Eden’s explanation ended in a startled sound as Nevada lifted her off her feet and returned her to her mattress and bedding without so much as a word of warning. Gently, implacably, he stuffed her under the covers. Against the dullness of her skin, her eyes appeared unnaturally brilliant.

“Nevada, what—”

Again Eden’s words ended in a startled sound. Nevada’s hands were beneath her ears, moving below her chin line and down her neck, probing gently, checking for swollen glands.

“Tender?” he asked curtly.

Wordlessly Eden shook her head. Nevada’s eyes were so close, so intent, so beautiful in their concern. Her breath came in raggedly and she shivered at the feel of his hands touching her. Two long, elegantly masculine fingers settled over the pulse in her throat and pressed gently.

“Strong but much too fast,” Nevada said.

Eden remembered taking Nevada’s pulse and feeling it accelerate at her touch. She smiled crookedly and began to give his words back to him.

“If you were a woman—” she began.

“I’m not,” he cut in.

“Yes. Definitely. There’s a direct correlation between your masculinity and my pulse rate.”

For a moment Eden would have sworn that Nevada was surprised. If he was, he recovered instantly.

“Feeling sassy, are we?” he asked in a dry voice.

“I can’t speak for you, but in my case any sassiness is temporary.”

“I’m glad you realize it. If your temperature isn’t about a hundred and two, I’ll eat that bedroll.”

Eden let out a shaky breath. “Please don’t. Even with Baby as a bunkmate I’d get awfully cold.”

At the sound of his name, Baby came over, stuck his outrageously cold nose against Eden’s neck and whimpered softly. She lifted her hands and rubbed the wolf’s big head. Nevada felt a chill condense along his spine when he saw the trembling of her fingers. The pressure of her hands barely dented the wolf’s thick fur.

“Damn it, Eden, you’re as weak as a baby.”

Eyes closed, she shook her head and smiled in Nevada’s general direction. “It’s just flu. I’ve survived much worse.”

“Not when you were living alone in a cold cabin at the butt end of nowhere,” Nevada said harshly.

“Wrong,” she said, sighing, no longer fighting her exhaustion. “The last time I was sick I was living in a Yukon cabin that could teach cold to a glacier.”

“What?”

“Mom and Dad were Alaskan homesteaders who believed in doing things the hard way.”

“They left you alone when you were sick?” Nevada asked in disbelief.

“Dad was working the trap line and Mom was helping Mrs. Thompson with her new baby. Besides, it was just a cold and Mark was there, too. Then Mark’s ski-doo went through the river ice in front of the cabin

“

Eden’s voice faded into a yawn. When she spoke again Nevada had to lean down to hear her slow words.

“By the time I helped him home

got his arm splinted

We were pretty sorry puppies for a day or two.” She yawned again. “But we made it just fine.”

“Splinted his arm?” Nevada asked.

Eden mumbled something that Nevada couldn’t understand. Then she shivered and rolled onto her side, wrapping covers around herself.

With a few quick movements Nevada peeled off his heavy shearling coat and put it over her. Then he went to work on the fire. A few minutes later burnished orange flames leaped above the wood, sending heat into the room. With the competence of a man who has spent a lot of time cooking over open fires, Nevada went to work putting together a rich soup.

When Nevada turned back to Eden, she had drifted into a feverish sleep. Frowning, Nevada sat on his heels next to her, watching her intently. Though Eden’s skin and lips were dry, she showed no sign of real dehydration. And while her color was chalky, it had none of the ash-gray or yellow tones of serious illness.

When Nevada put his palm on Eden’s forehead, she made a murmurous sound and turned toward him as though seeking more of his touch.

Baby whined and nudged his mistress.

“She’ll be all right,” Nevada said, gently pushing the wolf’s long, narrow muzzle away from Eden’s cheek. “Let her sleep while I bring in the rest of the supplies. She won’t be hungry when I wake her up, but she’ll eat.”

Eden slept on while Nevada came and went, emptying the truck and filling the cabin with the fragrance of food. She stirred several times when the sharp sounds of an ax striking wood came through the cabin’s log walls, but she didn’t awaken until Nevada pulled her half-upright across his lap, propped her against his chest and held a steaming mug of soup under her nose.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Not

beautiful,” she mumbled.

Nevada disagreed, but he did it silently. “It’s just as well, honey. I’m no genteel prince with a magic kiss for you.”

Eden grumbled sleepily about being disturbed, yet even as she complained she turned and snuggled against Nevada, trusting him as completely as Carolina had. Without intending to, Nevada found himself setting the soup aside and holding Eden close while one big hand smoothed over her hair and forehead and cheek. He told himself that he was simply seeing if her temperature had dropped, but he didn’t believe it. Nevada had never been very good at lying to himself.