Ten's eyes narrowed as he remembered the years he had spent relearning how to sleep like a civilized man instead of a wild animal, coming alert with even-unusual noise, waking up in a single rush with a knife in one hand and a man's throat in the other.
"It will pass," Ten said quietly.
Nevada said nothing.
Logan began to fret, no longer pacified by Ten's unyielding fingertip.
Nevada watched the baby for a moment, then said, "Company coming from the barn. Man and a woman."
Ten shook his head at the acuity of Nevada's senses. "I'm glad I don't have to live like that anymore, every sense peeled to maximum alertness."
"Beats dying."
The very faint sound of a woman's laughter floated into the living room. Logan's fretfulness increased in volume.
"Honey," Ten said to Diana without looking away from the baby, "go tell Carla to get a move on it. Logan is getting set to cloud up and rain all over me."
There was no answer. Ten glanced up from Logan's rapidly reddening face. Diana was gone.
"How long was she standing there?" Ten said, his voice as hard as Nevada's.
"Long enough to know you're not interested in marrying her."
Ten closed his eyes and hissed a single, savage word. It would be a long drive to September Canyon tomorrow, and all the way Diana would be tight, angry, thinking of a thousand reasons why she shouldn't melt and run like hot, wild honey at his touch.
Logan began to cry in earnest, gulping in air and letting it out in jerky squalls.
"That's a strong baby you have there," Nevada said. He bent down. A long, scarred finger traced Logan's hairline with surprising delicacy. "It's good to hear a baby cry and know its distress is only temporary, that food and love are on the way."
"Less volume would be nice."
Nevada shook his head and said in a low voice, "The ones who are too weak to cry are the hardest to take."
Ten looked up quickly. His brother's eyes were hooded, unreadable. The front door opened and Carla rushed in.
"I'm sorry, I thought Logan would be all right for a few more minutes." She saw Nevada, noted the similarity to Ten in build and stance and smiled. "Nevada Blackthorn, right?" she asked, reaching past the bearded man for her hollering baby. "I'm Carla. Welcome to the Rocking M. We've never met but I've heard a lot about you." As she hurried from the room with Logan in her arms, she called over her shoulder. "Luke, look who finally got here. Now Jervis can go back to chasing cows."
Soon after Carla disappeared into the next room, the sound of the baby's crying ended abruptly, telling the men that Logan had found something more satisfactory to suckle than a man's callused fingertip.
Luke shut the door and walked across the living room. For a few seconds there was silence while Nevada and Luke measured each other. Then Luke nodded and held out his hand.
"Welcome back, Nevada. The Rocking M is your home for as long as you want it."
After a moment Nevada took the hand that was offered. "Thanks, MacKenzie. You won't regret it."
Luke turned to Ten, measured the expression on his face and asked rather warily, "Something wrong, ramrod?"
"Not one damn thing." Ten stood and crossed the room in long strides. "Come on, Nevada. I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."
The front door closed behind Ten. Luke looked questioningly at Nevada.
"Woman trouble," Nevada said succinctly.
"What?"
"Five foot three, blue eyes, a fine body she tries to hide underneath a man's sweater."
"Diana?"
Nevada nodded.
"Did you say Ten's woman?"
Nevada shrugged. "She will be until she tries to put a permanent brand on him. Then she'll be looking far another stud to ride. Blackthorns don't brand worth a damn."
15
Ten was right about the length of the drive to September Canyon. And the silence. Diana slept most of the way despite the roughness of the road, telling Ten two things. The first was that she trusted his driving skills, but he already knew that. The second was that she must have slept damned little the night before to be able to sleep so soundly now in the rolling frost seat of the pickup truck.
When Ten could take it no longer, he said, "Diana."
Her eyes opened. They were dark, clear, and then-color was an indigo as bottomless as twilight.
"Pounce's purring must have kept you up all night," Ten said, watching the road. One look at Diana's eyes had been enough.
"Pounce hunts at night." The thought of the cat gliding through darkness in search of prey reminded Diana of Nevada. "Like Nevada."
"He lived as a warrior too long. Like me. And like me, Nevada will heal," Ten said matter-of-factly. "It just takes time."
Diana made a sound that could have meant anything.
Ten waited.
No more sounds came from the other side of the truck.
"I was glad to see that Nevada and Luke didn't have to sort things out the hard way," Ten continued. "They'll get along fine now that life has knocked some sense into both of their hard heads."
Diana said nothing.
With a hunger Ten wasn't aware of, he watched her for a few instants before the road claimed his attention again. Telling himself to be patient, he waited for her to speak. And he waited.
And waited.
Ten was still waiting when they forded Picture Wash and bumped up September Canyon to the overhang. It wasn't the first time he and Diana had gone for hours without conversation, but it was the first time the silence hadn't been comfortable. Getting out ofthe truck didn't increase Diana's desire to talk. They unloaded supplies with a minimum of words, each doing his or her accustomed part around the camp.
Without a word, Ten carried the two bedrolls to the edge of the overhang, dragged two camp mattresses over and began making up the single, oversize bedroll he and Diana would share. He sensed her watching him, but she said nothing. When he straightened and looked around, he saw Diana shrugging into her backpack, clearly preparing to go out and sketch in the rapidly failing light. His arm shot out and his fingers curled hard around her wrist.
"Dammit!" Ten said. "You were the one who came to me! I never promised you anything!"
Diana's eyes were wide and dark against her pale face. For a long, stretching moment she looked at Ten, letting the truth echo around her like thunder while painful lightning searched through her body and soul.
"Yes," she said huskily. "I know."
Ten's hands tightened. Her agreement should have made him feel better, but it didn't. He kept remembering the moment when she had looked at him with eyes still dazed by her first taste of sexual pleasure and whispered that she loved him. Now her eyes were filled with pain. He had never felt another person's pain so clearly, as clearly as his own.
"Listen to me," Ten said roughly. "The pleasure you feel when we have sex-that isn't love. It will wear off. It always does. But until it does, there's no reason you shouldn't enjoy it to the fullest."
The slight flinching of Diana's eyelids was the only betrayal of her emotions, "That's very kind of you, Tennessee."
Her soft, even voice scored Ten like a whip.
"Kind? I'm not some damn charity worker. I'm a man and I enjoy sex with you a hell of a lot more than I've ever enjoyed it with any woman. What we have in bed is damned rare and I know it even if you don't!"
Diana looked up into the blazing clarity of Ten's eyes. She didn't doubt that he meant exactly what he had said. She drew a deep breath, drinking his complex truth to the last bittersweet drop. Pleasure, not love. But a rare pleasure, one he valued.
"I'm glad," she said finally.
And that, too, was a complex, bittersweet truth.
Ten should have been relieved at Diana's acknowledgment that what they shared in bed wasn't love. But he wasn't relieved. She understood, she agreed- and somehow she had never been farther away from him, even the first day when she had turned and run from him.
Swearing beneath his breath, Ten stood with his fingers locked around Diana's wrist and wondered savagely how he and she could be so painfully honest with each other and yet somehow allow an important truth to slide through their fingers like rain through sand, sinking down and down and down, farther out of reach with every second.
"To hell with talking," he said savagely.
Ten bent his arm, bringing Diana hard against his body. His tongue searched the surprised softness of her mouth with urgent movements. The hunger that had been just beneath his surface blazed up, shortening his breath, making his blood run heavily, hardening his body in a rushing instant that he felt all the way to his heels; but Diana was stiff in his arms, vibrating with emotions that had little to do with desire.
"Don't fight me, baby," Ten said heavily against Diana's mouth, his voice as dark and hot as his kiss had been. "What we have is too rare and too good to waste on anger."
Ten probed the center of Diana's ear with the hot tip of his tongue, feeling her shiver helplessly in response. He probed again and was rewarded by another sensuous shiver. With a low sound of triumph, he caught the rim of her ear between his teeth and bit delicately, repeatedly, demanding and also pleading for her response.
The intensity and need within Ten reached past Diana's pain to the love beneath. She tried to speak didn't trust her uncertain hold on her emotions slid her arms around Ten's lean waist instead. His breath came out in a barely audible sigh of relief when he felt her soften against him.
"Diana," Ten whispered, hugging her in return. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you. When you gave yourself to me that first time, looking right at me, knowing to the last quarter inch how much I wanted you…" Memory lanced through Ten, making him shudder. "Yet you held out your arms to me. No one has ever trusted me like that. I was so afraid of hurting you I almost didn't go through with it."
She looked at him with startled blue eyes.
"It's true," Ten said, easing his ringers into Diana's cool, soft hair. "I was arguing with myself all the way down into your arms. Then you took me so perfectly and I knew I wouldn't hurt you. Your body was made for mine. And somehow you knew it, too, didn't you? That's why you watched me with such curiosity and hunger, day after day, until I thought I would go crazy. Then you asked me to kiss you and I was sure I would go crazy. You fit my hands perfectly, my arms, my mouth, my body. I knew it was going to be so damned good. I was right. It was good then and it's even better now, each time better than the last."
The words caressed Diana even more than the heat of Ten's body or the pressure of his fingers rubbing slowly down her spine.
"Is it that way for you, too?" Ten asked. "Tell me it's that way for you, too."
He bent to kiss Diana's neck with barely restrained force, arching her against his body, letting her feel his length and what she had done to him.
"Baby?"
"Yes," she said as she gave herself to his power. "You must know it is, Ten. Don't you know?"
"I do now," he whispered against her hair, and then he whispered it again.
Slowly Ten straightened. He held Diana gently against his chest, just held her, as though he were afraid to ask for any more than she had already given.
And he was.
"Go ahead and sketch while you still have light," Ten said finally, kissing Diana's eyelids, brushing his lips gently across her mouth, caresses without demand. "I'll open the new box of shards and see what the grads found over the weekend."
Shaking, feeling like crying in protest when Ten turned away, hungry for him in a way that eclipsed anything she had ever felt before, Diana looked blindly out over September Canyon. She couldn't force herself to walk away from the overhang and the man she loved more with every day.
And with every day she was closer to losing him.
The pleasure you feel when we have sex-that isn't love. It will wear off. It always does.
But it wouldn't for her. Diana knew that as surely as she had known she could trust Ten not to force anything more from her than she wanted to give. She had been right. He had taken nothing from her that she hadn't given willingly. It wasn't Ten's fault that he didn't want everything she had to give to a man.
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