Ann Major - Wild Enough For Willa

“Don’t even think about her,” said McKade. “She’s mine.”

The kid’s smile thinned sardonically. “Really? She doesn’t look to me like she belongs to anybody.”

The kid, Little Red, with the crazily spiked orange-red hair, was growing on her fast.

“Where’s the gun?” McKade demanded.

She notched her nose up defiantly. “I said, you don’t have to shout. The last thing you two need is a gun.”

“I like her sass,” Little Red said.

“Shut up.” McKade scowled at Willa. “Is it out here?”

“Do you ever listen?” she demanded.

“No, he does not,” said Little Red. “What’s a nice girl like you doing shacked up with a rude jerk like him?”

“We’re not shacked up,” said Willa huffily.

“Good for you,” said Little Red.

“Not yet,” growled McKade.

“You didn’t shoot Brand, did you?” she asked, batting her lashes at the kid, mainly because it had such a powerful effect on McKade. His face had gone as dark as a prune.

Little Red looked sullen…until he caught on she was flirting with him to bedevil McKade.

“I bet you’re a good shot,” she said to the boy.

McKade swore in an undertone. “He missed, didn’t he?”

“The asshole stole my rented car,” explained Little Red.

Which meant Brand could and would come after her. Which meant that she had to get out of here fast.

“Sorry to break up this little party,” said McKade. “But I’m taking you back to New Mexico, kid.”

“Can I come, too?” Willa asked.

The men were too wrapped up in their own war to answer her.

“Nobody, especially not you, is gonna tell me what to do—you—you bastard,” the kid whispered.

McKade grabbed the boy by the collar, shook him and then shoved him roughly out the door.

Bastard. Willa made a mental note. That particular word really got to McKade.

They slammed the door in her face. She opened it and rushed outside into the hall after them. “Don’t you two dare leave without me.”

McKade shot her an insulting grin over his wide shoulder. “So, get that cute polka-dotted fanny of yours in gear, girl. You’ve yet to earn your keep.”

Her keep! The nerve! But she rushed back into the room, grabbed the thousand dollars off the table, came outside, and stuck it between her breasts, while both men watched her little maneuver so appreciatively that the elevator door closed and the elevator went down without them.

“You’re really paying her? You’re really that hard up?” asked Little Red with lewd interest. He lowered his voice. “How much?”

Willa pulled out the bills and flapped them saucily. “A thousand dollars.”

“Would you choose me…if I gave you more?”

“Butt out,” growled McKade.

“Sure. I’ll go to auction. Go ahead. Make me an offer,” Willa snapped sassily, not because she was serious, but because this game might have possibilities, because she felt afraid and chose to mask her fear with an air of bravado. McKade’s scowl had gone as black as a prune again. As always, the dramatic held appeal.

The madder McKade got, the slower he would think. And why couldn’t she amuse herself? Why shouldn’t she distract herself from the very real terrors of last night? After all, she knew she had no intention of sleeping with either of them. So, why not play their silly little male game and pretend she was a slave, up for grabs on an auction block?

“Money, lots of it. And me,” said McKade.

“Marriage,” said Little Red without missing a beat.

Marriage. One little word. Willa felt breathless.

Marriage.

Suddenly, the stakes had changed.

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