Aimée Thurlo - Restless Wind

“We don’t have the tools we need anyway. Looks like we’ll have to stay here.”

“Do you have a first-aid kit in your truck?” she asked.

He nodded. “Beneath the seat on the passenger side.”

They walked over to his truck, Dana helping him. Along the way, he called in a report on his cell phone.

“I’m all yours,” he said, ending the call and folding up the phone. “Are you sure you can handle this?”

“I won’t know until I have a look. Let me help you take your shirt off and we’ll start with your back.”

As she stood in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt, she could feel his breath brush her skin like a light caress. “If it’s bad, you will have to go to a clinic or hospital.”

“It’s not that bad. I’d know if it was.”

She slipped the shirt off his shoulders carefully. “Turn around,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

A moment later she found three shallow cuts, probably from metal or slivers of wood or rocks that had been sent flying at high speed. But there didn’t appear to be any foreign material in the wounds. “I can clean and disinfect these. But there’s still the back of your thigh. There’s a lot more blood on your pant leg, and I think you’re still bleeding down there.”

“Yeah, I can feel it,” he agreed.

“Drop your jeans,” she said, after finishing with his back. “I need to take a look.”

“Remember, you asked,” he said.

Before she could decide if he’d issued a challenge or was just teasing, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He was wearing no underwear.

“Don’t turn around,” she said breathlessly.

His chuckle was more like a deep-throated growl, and it made a skin-prickling warmth spread through her.

She swore to herself that she’d remain professional and wouldn’t look at anything but the back of his thigh. But she wasn’t made of stone. Her gaze rose upward slightly and she saw what could only be described as world-class buns. Yearning and a hot blast of desire spiraled around her. Ranger was temptation itself.

“So how deep is it?”

She took an unsteady breath and focused. “There’s a sliver of metal about the size of a dime imbedded in your skin. It needs to come out. After that, I’ll need to clean and disinfect the wound thoroughly, but it’s going to bleed even more then, at least for a while. The alcohol’s going to sting.”

“I can handle it…can you?” he asked in a whisper-soft voice.

“Handle…Yes, of course,” she said, disciplining her thoughts.

She worked quickly, using small forceps from the kit to pull out the piece of shrapnel, then applying pressure to stem the bleeding before disinfecting the area. For a brief second or two as she bandaged his wound, wayward thoughts filled her mind. It would have been so easy to leave a string of kisses down his back and force both of them to forget everything else. She sighed.

“Someday…” he whispered as if reading her mind.

That one word, so rich with promise, touched her aching soul. She wanted him, and the feeling was more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced. It wasn’t wise, wasn’t logical, wasn’t orderly, and yet it was as real as the wind that rose from the west and swept through the canyon.

“I’ve done all I can for now,” she said, more assured now that the bleeding had stopped. She thought back to the way her life had been once-punctuated by plans and orderly schedules. Yet, in retrospect, it just seemed empty somehow.

As he pulled up his jeans, he turned around, letting her see him for a moment or two. Her breath stuck in her throat as she saw how aroused…and how big…he was.

“Today’s not ours,” he whispered, “but someday soon…” He brushed a light kiss on her forehead. “Hand me my shirt, then help me keep watch.”

TIME PASSED SLOWLY. He wanted her, but his wasn’t the kind of need that would be satisfied after a few hours of passion. His feelings for Dana went much deeper…and that was what would eventually break both their hearts.

They were just too different. He lived life in the present, never knowing what the next day would bring. He thrived on the danger and the uncertainty that came with his profession. Dana needed order, security and a routine.

Ranger stole a glance at her and forced himself to look at things the way they really were. Secrets still stood between them, though perhaps they weren’t quite so secret anymore. But where even one secret existed, others found fertile ground. The only closeness they’d ever know totally would be a physical one.

They’d have their day. That was inevitable. And it would be an experience neither of them would ever forget. There’d be no regrets-but there would be heartache, sooner or later.

“Someone’s coming,” Dana said.

He listened for a second, then nodded. “We’ll keep watch from the truck in case we have to make a fast getaway. Let’s go,” he said. A moment later she was buckling her seat belt while he sat behind the wheel.

A call came in on his cell phone and Ranger picked it up. The caller quickly identified himself as the tribal police officer, now approaching the scene in his patrol unit.

“I was told to make sure I let you know when I got close,” the officer said. “Agent Harris said he would speak to you later.”

Ranger nodded, seeing the tribal unit now, a quarter mile away. The brotherhood was making itself felt. Otherwise Harris would have been more of a problem. His brother had undoubtedly called in a few markers.

As they left the area, Ranger made two quick calls. The first was to his brother, updating him in a short staccato burst, and then to Tony Birdsong, asking him to pick up the sedan from where he’d left it.

“Things just keep getting worse, don’t they?” Dana said softly. “For all practical purposes I’ve got a bull’s eye on my back, and you’re fair game because you’re with me.”

He didn’t answer. The truth was he was also in danger because he was part of the brotherhood.

When his cell phone rang again, Ranger flipped it open. Hunter’s voice came through clearly.

“Here’s what I’ve got for you. The big pickup used to run you two off the road yesterday is being processed by the FBI. It was stolen, so they’ll have to rely on fingerprints and whatever other physical evidence they turn up. Tribal officers are questioning the people at the trading post who saw the Anglo man who ambushed Dana. Jonas gave them a description, too, but his sight isn’t what it used to be, and his clerk didn’t give the man more than a passing glance because he was with other customers. There were no security cameras.”

“There’s no telling who’s on Trujillo ’s hit list,” Ranger said. “Watch your back.”

“I hope they do come after me. I’ve got some backup in place. They’ll get one heckuva fight,” Hunter said then added, “stay sharp out there.”

“Don’t worry. Like the wind, we’ll slip right through their grasp.” Hearing his brother’s chuckle, Ranger ended the call.

“We need a base of operations-somewhere they can’t track us,” Ranger said.

“Agreed. But where?”

“I’m going to take you to my place. It’s not registered under my name for a reason-when I don’t want to be found, I’m not.”

“Nobody knows where you live?” she asked incredulously.

“I have two places. One’s near town and pretty much public knowledge. The other, the one I’m talking about, is my getaway-the one I go to when I need time to myself.”

“Then let’s go. I’m tired of running. Everywhere we go, we run into my enemies.”

“Your enemies are also mine.”

She gave him a gentle smile. “I really wish that weren’t the case.”