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Demi heard Wolf on the baby monitor. He’d started to cry. She got up and went to the secret door. Leaving that open, she flipped on the light. There was no overhead light in this room, just two brushed-brass lamps with bear-embroidered shades. She went to his crib to see what had awakened him. Judging from the smell, she didn’t have to guess. Lifting him with a kiss to his pudgy cheek, she quieted him and then laid him on the changing table.

He didn’t protest. In fact, she was pretty sure he enjoyed having his diaper changed. She bent to brush her nose with his.

“Don’t you?” she cooed. “You like this.”

He wiggled his arms and legs along with a baby sound of glee.

She smiled with a heart full of love. And proceeded to change him.

“You’re going to be a clean freak when you get older, aren’t you?”

He made the gleeful squeal again.

She cleaned him up and put on a fresh diaper. When she’d finished, she picked him up and held him, unable to resist. She was tired and needed more sleep, but these moments were just too precious to relinquish too soon.

“He’s a good baby.”

A jolt shot through her and she turned. Lucas stood in the doorway. How long had he been there?

“Sorry.” He walked into the room. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“He likes eating and having his diapers changed. He doesn’t even mind a bath.” She looked down at his adorable face with his sweet green eyes looking up at her. He’d have her red hair, too. She was glad he’d gotten a lot of her features. She didn’t want to look at him and every time be reminded of Bo.

When Lucas stopped before them, Wolf turned his head and fell into a long, curious inspection of the new face.

“Can I hold him?”

Demi couldn’t explain why she was so overprotective of Wolf, other than having a madman frame her and police on her tail for murder. She saw no harm in letting him hold Wolf, not in the middle of a snowstorm. He wouldn’t try to take Wolf and go.

She handed him over.

Wolf seemed glad to go there, immersed in rapt fascination with Lucas’s face. She watched softness transform Lucas’s expression like an instant connection had formed right then and there. Lucas put his finger near Wolf’s hand and Wolf grasped it. Her baby had a strong grip.

“He’s something else,” Lucas said. “He has your eyes and hair.”

“Yes.”

“Is he Bo’s son?”

After a few seconds she finally said, “Yes.”

Lucas looked up at her and she felt the powerful meaning that brought to him. Bo might have veered off an honest path into murkiness and deceit, but they were still brothers.

“You were close to Bo?” she asked.

“When we were younger we were practically inseparable. Somewhere along the way he had drifted. I got busy with life and didn’t notice until he started doing questionable things. Lying. Treating female coworkers with disrespect. He’d almost been fired from some early jobs for sexual harassment. That wasn’t the brother I knew. I don’t know why he changed.”

She could see the sadness that brought him, but he also had many good memories. So did she. When she first met Bo, she must have seen the same traits Lucas had. Although Bo had darker hair and green eyes, he’d looked similar to his younger brother. He and Lucas were both handsome in a strong, clean-cut way. He’d also loved the outdoors, hiking and skiing, fishing—and dogs, of course.

She’d fallen for him right away and been certain he’d felt the same. She believed he had, anyway, and maybe hadn’t stopped loving her even after she’d begun to withdraw. She’d caught him in various lies, as well. Not major ones, just a series of little lies that made her wonder why he’d thought he needed them in the first place. But every time she questioned him he would fly into a rage. He’d frightened her once when he’d picked up an iron patio table and hurled it across the yard. That’s when she began to think maybe he wasn’t the one for her. When he left one night after another fight and came home drunk, she’d found another woman’s number written on a business card. That had been it for her. They had broken the engagement.

“I don’t know, either,” she finally said. “He had a lot going for him, but he made a lot of bad choices.”

Lucas watched Wolf fall asleep in his arms. “How did you get together?”

“I’ve always known him. I ran into him a few times. Then one day at the market he started talking to me. A few minutes later he asked me out. We had dinner, then went on a few hikes.” She shrugged. “We just hit it off.”

She wouldn’t add that Bo had reminded her of a nonconfrontational Lucas.

“And then he showed you his new ways?” Lucas’s eyes lifted.

“Yes, but he had some good points. He had his own business breeding dogs for the K-9 Unit and was so good with the mamas and pups. I can see how the two of you were so close before he lost his way.”

A slight upward curve of his mouth told her he appreciated the comment.

“He could be charming. The only problem was, he was charming to other women.”

“Yeah, and he got mixed up with the Larson twins.”

Noel and milder-mannered Evan had caused Red Ridge a lot of trouble, but the criminal twins were behind bars now. Bo could be a real rat, but he hadn’t deserved to be murdered.

“What happened between you and Bo?” Lucas asked.

Unable to resist, Demi reached for Wolf. Lucas gave him up and she held him, seeing him stir a little before falling into sleep again.

“We started fighting a lot. He would lie about stupid things, things he didn’t need to lie about. He had a temper, too.”

“He wasn’t like that when we were younger.”

“He wasn’t like that until we got engaged. He asked me to marry him, I said yes, and then I found out about the harassment. It changed the way I felt about him. After one fight, he left and spent his evening at The Pour House and came home drunk.” She eased Wolf down into his crib and covered him. “The next morning I told him he had to change his ways or it was over.”

“You broke up with him?”

“In essence. I gave him a chance to redeem himself. I guess I still hung onto the man I dated, the man I’d fallen in love with.”

“You did love him?”

She wasn’t sure why Lucas needed to know all of this. Maybe talking about his older brother helped him deal with the loss. “I loved a version of Bo.”

“Did he try to change?”

“Oh, no. He was furious with me. He packed, took back the ring and left. Not long after that, I found out he was seeing Hayley Patton.”

Lucas studied her, or maybe he wasn’t really seeing her, he was so deep in thought over how his brother had ended up so unreasonably callous.

“Did you know you were pregnant when you split up?”

She shook her head. “And I didn’t see a point in telling him. To be honest, I don’t think he would have cared.”

“The previous version of Bo would have.”

She supposed he was right, although at the time of the split she’d believed that when they first started dating, Bo had put on a front to win her over.

After a lengthy stare that began to heat up, Lucas scratched his head as though feeling awkward. “I’m going to be up for a while.”

“Me, too. Should we make some coffee?”

“Sure.” He led her out of the baby’s room.

In the kitchen she went about preparing a pot of coffee, not hearing the snow blowing the way it had earlier. She kept thinking about how loving Lucas had been with Wolf. He seemed a natural with children. Before having Wolf, Demi would not have pictured herself as a maternal person. Now she knew that if she ever married, it would have to be to a man who would be a father to Wolf.

“Do you want kids?” she asked before she could stop herself. She didn’t need to know that about him—Lucas—her rival and a Gage.

“No.”

He answered so quickly that she stopped in the process of pouring water into the coffee maker to look at him.

“I haven’t seen the family thing work out so well. It might be for some people, but not for me.”

“So, not just kids, you’re tossing the whole marriage thing into the trash along with that?”

“I wouldn’t say trash. I chose not to.”

That sounded rather harsh. Cut-and-dried. He’d live alone his entire life? What would make anyone come to such a drastic decision?

“Having a long-term girlfriend is the same as being married.” She said that to test him more than anything.

“I don’t think so.”

He seemed so adamant. Demi couldn’t help the disappointment that gripped her. She’d always been secretly attracted to him, but their volatile relationship had not left any room for soft sentiments.

She had to ask. “Why? I mean, why not get married?”

“My mother died when I was young. It tore my father’s heart out and changed everything in our family.”

She had known he’d lost his mother just as she had. “Your dad remarried but she died last year, too” she said.

He nodded grimly. “He still grieves for her and my mother, but I’ve seen him improve over the last few weeks. He told me he does much better on his own.”

Alone. That sounded more like avoidance. “Better in the sense he doesn’t have to worry about losing anyone?” Everyone was happier when they weren’t alone. Humans weren’t meant to live alone.

“I think that’s why my brother turned into such a reprobate. He kept losing mothers. He may have felt abandoned, left to his own devices, especially after our mother died. My dad was no good for us during his mourning. He worked constantly and wasn’t really there for any of us. It ripped our family apart.”

Mourning that never stopped. His father must have drowned his sorrow in work and had been so consumed with it that he never had time with his kids. Maybe spending time with them had grown too painful. He’d had a family with two women he loved and both of them had been cruelly taken from him. His kids had been left to raise themselves.

Demi saw the coffee had finished brewing and poured two cups. “Sugar or cream?”

“Black.”

She poured cream into her coffee along with a sugar substitute, her one nonnegotiable indulgence. Taking the cups, she went to the kitchen island and handed him his black coffee.

“What about your stepmother?” She took a careful sip of the steaming brew.

“By the time she came along, we were accustomed to taking care of ourselves. She was nice and everything, but she wasn’t our mother and she never really tried to form any kind of bond with us. In all fairness, I don’t think she could have, even if she tried. We all felt the loss of our mother. It wasn’t just Dad who suffered.”

Demi leaned her hip against the countertop. “After my mother died, I started thinking about having a family. Being alone didn’t appeal to me. After I had Wolf, I realized I will never be alone. I will always have him. I can see why you wouldn’t want to get married. My father didn’t mourn the loss of any of his wives, but he wasn’t part of my life. He didn’t care about us. I would hate it if I ended up marrying a man like that. Even if he wasn’t exactly like my dad, even if he had redeeming qualities, if he doesn’t care about his kids, to me that is worse than if he died.”

“Then we agree.” He half grinned. “That sounds dangerous.” He sipped some coffee and put his cup down behind him and to his side on the counter.

Dangerous because they had that in common—something important? She wasn’t completely convinced. “In a way. I think there is too much importance placed on marriage, that too many people get married because that’s what everybody else does. That leads to bad decisions. That said, you can’t go through life expecting to lose the person you love if you marry them.”

“Why not? Everybody dies. There is no free ticket out of that one.”

“Well, no, obviously not,” she said, “but look at how many people live their entire lives with the one they married. Just because your dad lost both wives doesn’t mean you will.” It seemed a weak reason to avoid marriage. Then again, she’d avoid it, too, if she wasn’t sure the man would care deeply about his family.

“It’s more than marriage. It’s the whole idea of love.”

So, he refused to love out of fear he’d lose it the way his father had? “You’ll really go through your entire life never falling in love?” She felt another one of their notorious arguments coming on.

“Actually, I don’t think about it,” he said.

“You must, because you just told me you’ll never fall in love or get married.” He couldn’t have come to such a conclusion without first pondering the notion.

“Are we going to fight again?” he asked.

Feeling her ire rise, she practiced control. With Lucas that did not come easy.

“You’re just afraid,” she said, trying to tone down the edge in her voice.

“No,” he said. “I don’t want to mourn over a woman, whether she leaves or dies, and I don’t want the family drama that comes with it. Ever.”

Like his father had. “Isn’t that a little narrow-minded?”

“Aren’t you narrow-minded when it comes to getting married? Trusting a man?”

He had her there. She couldn’t call out his flaws when she had her own. ”Marriage is also about trust, not just love. You either love the person you’re with or you don’t. Trust is a lot harder to gauge.”

“I’m not with anyone,” he said.

Come to think of it, she had never known him to be with a woman for any significant length of time. He dated often and he dated stereotypical beauties—fashion divas or sheltered, unadventurous women with not much going for them other than their looks. She bet he singled them out, knowing none of them would last.

Demi agreed that if you loved the person you were with and were sure you wanted to spend every waking moment with them for the rest of your life, then marriage didn’t matter. But trust did. You trusted your partner with your money and your home. You loved the man.

“Neither am I.”

“Then we’ve settled it. No love without trust because trust is too rare, and no marriage because marriage never works. Just companionship. That’s what both of us want.”

“Ooooh, something in common. How special.”

He angled his head in response to her mocking. “You brought it up.”

“What if you end up falling in love despite your best effort not to?” Her stomach did a flop when she realized she feared that as much as he did. What if she fell in love again?

“I won’t.”

Her ire rose again. How could he say that? She left her coffee on the counter and went to him.

“Then there’s no danger in doing this.” She put her hands on his chest and slid them upward as she leaned her body against his, looking up into his dark eyes with her best attempt at smoldering sexuality.

She saw the startled flinch in his eyes before he recovered.

“We’ve never tried this before,” she said. “We were always so busy arguing and beating each other to bounties that I doubt it ever crossed either one of our minds.”

“It crossed mine.”

It was her turn to be startled. He’d considered romancing her? She’d daydreamed of it more than once. Those hot imaginings had always unsettled her.

“Well, I don’t trust you and you will never fall in love, so...” She tilted her head as she rose up onto her toes. Looking into his eyes, she slowly moved her lips to his, barely touching. She felt his warm breath and smelled the faint remains of cologne.

Her heart beat fast and she had to take more breaths. She hadn’t anticipated this—a real reaction to him as a man. She should have. Hadn’t she just recalled all those daydreams she’d had of him? He’d admitted to having them, too.

His hands slid around her. They singed her with each inch they traveled from her waist to her back. Heat ignited and spread.

He pressed his mouth more firmly to hers and they fell into a moving kiss. As his lips caressed, hers answered. It felt so good she couldn’t stop. She vaguely heard their harsher breathing.

His tongue probed for entry and she allowed it. From there a hungry feasting ensued.

His hands roamed down to her rear and she instinctively lifted her leg, needing more. He reached for the hem of her nightgown and, in doing so, his elbow moved back and bumped into his coffee cup. The cup tipped over and coffee spilled.

Demi stepped back and Lucas turned to right the cup. For a moment she could only stand there and watch coffee spread over the counter and drip over the edge.

What had just happened?

Snapping herself back into a semblance of control, she went to the paper towel holder and retrieved enough to mop up the mess.

“I’ll get it.” Lucas took the paper towels from her and began wiping up the spilled coffee.

His declaration that he’d never fall in love or get married gnawed at her. So did her lack of trust. This man would see to it she was arrested. She’d kissed him, and the chemistry taunted her. Attraction she expected but this...this was far beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

Lucas spent an awkward day with Demi. The snowstorm had gradually relented by midday and he was itching to get out of here. Another storm was forecast for later so they didn’t have a long window of time. He also needed to get moving rather than be confined in this small space alone with her. Demi had always been bold, but he couldn’t believe she’d pressed herself against him like that. Kissed him. Even more, he could not rationalize the punch it had packed. He’d thought of kissing her many times before but he had never anticipated such intense passion.

He wanted to stop it from cluttering up his mind. Unlike other women, she wouldn’t leave him alone in his thoughts. She’d spent her morning with Wolf, feeding him and bathing him and dressing him. After she’d put him down for a nap, she’d come out into the living room and sat on the sofa with a book, her glances wary and sometimes sultry.

“We should get going soon,” he said.

Raising her eyes from the book, she sent him one of her distrusting looks.

“We can’t stay here with Devlin out there. It’s stopped snowing. He’s going to be back.” They should have left as soon as the snow let up this morning. Now the afternoon was growing late.

“Give me your keys, then.”

He had kept them in his pocket to prevent her from leaving without him. “I’ll drive you.”

“Why should I go with you?” she asked.

“We can go to my cabin. I have a security system. Devlin won’t be able to get at us there.”

“Us.”

“You and Wolf will be safe there.”

“For how long? Until you convince me to go to town where I’ll be arrested?”

“You won’t be arrested.”

“The evidence hasn’t disappeared, Lucas. Police have enough to throw me behind bars until they’re positive Devlin is their guy. But seeing me in jail is what you really want, isn’t it?”

“No.” Frustrated, he stood and paced to one side of the room and then went to the window next to the Christmas tree. It was still cloudy but there was no wind and no more snow fell. Drifts rolled across the landscape from the cabin to the trees. He saw no tracks and had gone outside to check for signs someone had prowled. There were none. They didn’t have much time to waste.

He faced the room and Demi’s cautious eyes. “You can stay at my cabin for as long as you like. I won’t tell anyone you’re there. My colleagues all know I went looking for you. I’ll tell them I didn’t find you. You can bring your disguises and we can search for the missing weapon used in Bo’s murder. You can stay hidden until we find it and we have something concrete to clear your name.”

Several seconds passed while she considered that. “Why would you do that? What reason do you have to help me? You think I’m guilty.”

“I don’t think you’re guilty anymore.”

“Still. Why help me? I’d be more inclined to believe you’d use my arrest as a convenient way to get rid of me professionally.”

He scoffed. She sure had a low opinion of him. Well, her body certainly disagreed.

“I’m not that much of a shyster. Thanks.”

She averted her eyes and he knew by her reaction that she saw his point.

“I owe you, anyway,” he said, bringing her eyes back to him. “Not only for doubting your innocence, but for saving my life.”

When she didn’t seem to recall the incident to which he referred, he said, “Remember that bounty we both went after? The robbery suspect? He drew on me and you appeared behind him and stopped him from shooting me.”

“I didn’t save your life.”

“He would have shot me.” Lucas was sure of it. “I was so intent on getting him before you that I rushed too much. I went out into the open too soon. I didn’t know where he had gone. I didn’t see him go into that alley. You did, and you positioned yourself behind him.”

Again, several seconds passed as she contemplated what he’d said. “That almost sounds like a compliment.”

He hadn’t said she was a good bounty hunter but he supposed he’d implied it. She was good. He had never admitted that, though. He had always been too driven to outmaneuver her.

“Please, Demi. Come with me to my cabin. It isn’t safe here.” She had to see that.

Her gaze went to the Christmas tree. “I don’t like the idea of spending Christmas in hiding.”

“I have a Christmas tree in my cabin.”

Her eyes moved back to him.

“And exterior lights. You don’t have those here.” She only had the tree.

Still, she hesitated, but he felt her begin to sway.

“Aren’t you tired of running?”

She let out a heavy sigh. “Of course I am. I miss my home and my friends.”

“Then go pack. Let’s get out of here while we still can.”

At last she nodded. “All right.” She stood and walked to the back of the cabin.

Lucas was immensely relieved and a little amazed that he’d actually gotten through to her. She’d agreed to go with him. She never would have done that before she’d been accused of murder. Their rivalry had been too strong. Add to that the fact that she was a Colton and he was a Gage and their feud only grew more intense.

Now, in the short amount of time he’d been alone with her, he began to sense a thaw between them. Certainly that kiss had melted a sizable chunk of animosity. He wasn’t sure it was right to call it animosity, though. Maybe on the surface. Underneath, he had always thought their competition held more playfulness than that. He had teased her, after all. Now he had to face the fact that his attraction to her presented more of an issue than anything else.

What if you end up falling in love despite your best effort not to?

Her question haunted him. He suspected it would continue to haunt him after that kiss.

An explosion rumbled the walls of the cabin.

Lucas drew his pistol and rushed to the front door. He cracked the door open and cautiously peered outside. His truck was on fire. Someone had blown it up. Further, all the tires on the Jeep were slashed.

They had no way out of here. Except on foot.