Ann Major - Wild Enough For Willa

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One night Willa Longworth found a fortune…and a manWhat does a woman do when she finds cold hard cash at her feet? With a family against her, a son to nourish and a passion to extinguish, Willa did what any woman would do–she took the money and ran.But the past was at her heels in the form of dangerously handsome Luke McKade–a man who would follow her to the ends of the earth and make her pay for her sins. A man who had demons…and a fierce need for Willa's heart and soul.In a moment of danger and surprise, Luke discovered Willa's soft spot–him. But when all was resolved, would Willa find her real treasure? Would true love–and a million or two–be too wild a ride for Willa…or just wild enough?

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“My wife’s.”

“Sorry. Hey—I heard she left you.”

“We’d decided to get back together.” Not that Baines cared.

“Your brother’s here.”

Alert suddenly, Luke felt his hair spike on the back of his neck. Carefully he kept his voice casual. “Give him my regards.”

“He’s got a gun.”

“So does every other macho Texan.”

“You know what I mean. He threatened—”

“If you’re scared, call the cops. He’s violated parole. They’ll send him back to prison.”

“He’s sick. Cancer.”

Luke sucked in a breath. He was glad Baines couldn’t see him, couldn’t detect…Luke felt cold, so cold. And it was a hot night.

Baines was still talking. “But do you think the crazy little bastard went home to his old man or checked himself into a hospital?”

Old man…

“Didn’t he?”

“Hell, no. Says he’s dying. The cocky little shit says he’s gonna kill himself a lawyer first. You know who…yours truly.” Baines paused. “He’s after Spook, too. And then…after he does us, guess who’s next, old buddy—”

Luke stood unmoving, his hand frozen on his icy bottle. Cancer? Little Red…?

“You really want me to call the cops? That’ll mean publicity. I thought you said you didn’t want anybody to know you had a piece of scum like him for a brother.”

Scum? Once Baines and his rich white law school buddies had called Luke scum.

Cancer? The kid was barely twenty-three. Five years in prison…and now a diagnosis like that. Would he die young like Marcie?

A quietness stole over Luke. His computerlike mind raced. What the hell kind of cancer? Could something be done? Options? Doctors? Experimental treatments? M.D. Anderson Cancer Center?

He thought of the stacks of sealed manila envelopes in that locked safe in his bedroom closet. Reports in those envelopes told all about the kid whose existence Luke publicly denied, whom Luke had denied to himself—until the day the old man had barged into his office and said, “I need a lawyer.”

“I would have thought a man with your connections would have any number of lawyers of his own.”

“I need a dope dealer’s lawyer. I hear you’re friends with that piece of slime in the valley—Brandon Baines.”

“Friends? Call Baines yourself. I’m busy. Kate, show this…er…this gentleman out.”

“You can’t throw me out like I’m nobody.”

“What exactly are we to each other? Are you my father?”

Big Red had glared at him. Then he’d looked away. Finally the old man had broken the silence.

“Baines says he’s too busy to see me.”

“That’s too bad.”

Luke knew, as he’d known that day, a whole lot more about the kid than he had ever let on. Oh, yes he knew a lot. He’d been keeping tabs for years. Even then he’d had a secret filing cabinet bulging with information about the kid.

Not that Luke had personally set foot in New Mexico to get that information. He hated that state, the people and the culture—what they’d done to him; what they’d done to his mother. Most of all what the old man had done to her.

Still, Luke knew the exact day, the exact minute, the exact place Little Red had been born. He had every school picture stapled to a single sheet of typing paper. He knew every basketball game the kid had ever won, knew every grade he’d ever made, knew the kid could add like a computer the same as he could. The kid was lousy in English the same as he was, too. Knew the kid had had a complex in high school because he’d been skinny and unattractive to girls.

Luke even knew the name of the first girl Little Red had screwed in college, knew they’d gotten high on pot and done it in the back seat of the brand-new, red Chevy the old man had given Little Red so he could make a splash in college.

Luke hadn’t had a car in college or law school. He’d had jobs. He hadn’t gotten to screw girls. At least not as often as he’d wanted. He’d had to work too damn hard.

Every time Luke had read a report he had visualized the boy and his charmed life, trying to get into his head the experiences he’d only dreamed about. He had wanted to know what it was like to be beloved and legitimate—to be the pure-white son.

Luke knew the brand of the first cigarette the kid had smoked. Just as he knew when the kid had taken the first false step, made the first bad friend that had led toward his dealing dope for Spook. Luke could have called the old man, could have warned him long before the kid went bad. Big Red had cut the free-spending kid off when he’d flunked out. The kid had been desperate. Instead of getting a real job, he’d started selling dope to friends.

He’d been a natural salesman. Girls had been easy to get after that. His life and travels had made fascinating reading. And the ritzy Longworths had been fooled by the lies the kid told them, believing he was a whiz in the computer business and had a real job.

Will Sanders, a private detective in Albuquerque, still made his monthly visits to Austin to update Luke’s files. Sanders had even had contacts in prison, so Luke knew everything that had happened to Little Red during the past five years, too. He knew about that night seven guys had held the kid down in his cell and nearly killed him.

Luke had taken steps then, used connections to get the kid moved. Gradually, Luke had begun to feel pride about how stoically Little Red had endured prison. A lot of pampered rich kids couldn’t have stood up to the abuse Little Red had suffered.

The kid was out. Free.

But cancer?

The kid needed doctors—fast.

“McKade, have you heard a damn thing I’ve said? He’s got a gun,” Baines repeated.

“And he knows how to use it. Stay out of his sight. I’ll be there as quick as I can.”

“Look, I’ve got another big problem that can’t wait. A woman…”

“Hold tight.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Give the kid a target he can’t resist—me.”

“This is good.”

Luke slammed the phone down, his gut churning. He waited a minute, grabbed his cell phone to call his pilot.

No! He’d drive.

He didn’t bother to pack. He was out the door, running.

The smell of raw sewage hung in the air, no doubt, vapors from the Rio Grande. Heat glued Luke’s white collar to his neck. His long-sleeved, cotton shirt felt heavy and wet against his armpits. He wore jeans, boots, and a black Stetson. Three blocks shy of the posh, tourist zone of Nuevo Laredo with fancy restaurants like his favorite, El Rancho, and glitzy silver and leather shops, Luke stomped through paper cups, papaya peels, plastic bags, broken bottles, not to mention the human debris—beggars and pimps.

Familiar territory to a man with his past.

Nuevo Laredo, Mexico was an old city with a crumbling infrastructure. Like all poor places it was noisy, hot and dirty. It was in-your-face, gutsy, colorful and alive.

A shiny, low-riding American sedan cruised up to Luke, its radio blaring. A skinny, Mexican punk with a silver crucifix dangling from his glistening brown neck got out. The boy rushed him from the darkness, flipping pictures of naked girls.

Gleaming white smiles in pretty brown faces. Iridescent straight black hair. Breasts. Thighs.

Girls who didn’t look a day over fifteen. Girls willing to do whatever perversion a man could pay for. There were illustrations of those perversions.

Unsure of Luke’s nationality, the boy switched back and forth from English to Spanish.

“Meester…pretty girls.…Putas.…Muy baratas.… Cheap! They do anything.”

Luke shook his head, waving him off, only to have a dozen more swarm him.

“¡Vayate!” Luke growled, knowing but not caring that he probably botched the grammar.

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