Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) Read Free

she could enjoy it for the caress it was, he
looked away then whizzed past two other cars.
    He squinted at the road. “For that, you need to learn what
happened to his mother.”
    “I do.” She saw a truck approaching in the other lane and
prayed the sheriff got over to his own side pronto.
    “Fancy Turner left the Comanche tribe about a year after the
chief, Bull Elk, captured her.”
    “I want to know how she managed that.”
    “We have the facts. Loosen up there, kiddo. Your fingers
will fall off if you clutch the seat any tighter.”
    “Yeah, well, lemme just say I don’t trust your driving.” She
scrunched her whole face up at the car barreling toward them as it attempted to
pass another truck. “Blowing that horn doesn’t help.”
    “He needs to get out of my way. Relax. I’m good at my job.”
    “It’s not your job that takes my breath away.” Truer words
had never left her lips. He was too much man to ignore. Meanwhile his
determination to get this thief was as exciting as his driving was frightening.
    He slid her another one of his scorching looks. This time he
focused for oh so long on her eyes. Then he drawled, “Told you we’d get him—and
we will. Just hang on a bit here as the road curves.”
    While I simmer with the heat in your eyes. Tearing
her attention away from him and his wild driving, she scowled out her window.
The man was incorrigible.
    “See. Not bad. We’re nearing the point where my deputy will
close in on him.” He reached over and clamped her hand with a reassuring grip.
“Glad you’re here. We have lots of stories to tell you about Fancy.”
    She gulped. His hand was twice the size of hers. Hot and
comforting. She tried to focus on what he was saying. “Fancy. Yes. How she was
stolen by the Comanche Bull Elk.”
    “Got that right.” He checked his rearview mirror then
stepped on the gas. “How he married her, Indian style.”
    “And gave birth to Blade. Then left the tribe and came back
home to Bravado.”
    “No one else in the family helped except for my
great-grandmother who was Fancy’s oldest sister. And Wyatt and Cole MacRae, of
course.”
    “You talk about this as easily as if these people were alive
now,” she managed. “As if all this were town gossip.”
    “Surprised we know so much about the past?”
    “Shocked I’m not upchucking on your spotless upholstery. But
yeah. Few people know their parents let alone further back.”
    “We’re proud.” He grinned at the road before him. “We like
our family stories. Most of them are about Fancy marrying two men.”
    “Right. Chief Bull Elk and Wyatt.”
    He went round another corner so quickly that Willow thought
her skin peeled off.
    “What do you mean? They were—oh, my god.” She gulped as they
approached a tiny town and a light that was—oh boy—red. Automatically she put
her right foot to the floorboard, compressing an imaginary brake.
    “Fancy married both Wyatt and Cole.” He said it as if he
were relating the weather—and thankfully slowed the truck as they drew nearer
and nearer to the traffic light, his horn blaring.
    She winced. “Both? That’s not possible.”
    “Says you.” He eased off his brake as the light went green,
then grinned at her.
    She breathed once more, licking her lips and fighting for
sanity. “Two men? Oh now really, Sheriff Saxon, that is not even legal.”
    “Here in Bravado we have different rules. Even back then we
did.”
    She stared at him, well-aware his words held more meanings
than she could unravel as they chased a thief at a disgusting speed. “I guess
I’ve got a lot to learn.”
    His smile was broad, bold and perfunctory. “Welcome home.”
    Bravado had been the childhood home to her
great-grandfather, son of a Comanche chief, and his wife Francine Turner. “At
eighteen Blade left Texas. Took his mother’s maiden name. He never said much
about his departure.”
    “But you told Case and Samantha Turner you had his diaries.”
    “I do.”