Caine's Reckoning Read Free

Miss…?”
    Instead of immediately supplying her name, she hesitated and frowned. For the space of two heartbeats she left the blank empty, then with a nearly imperceptible shrug she answered, “Desi.”
    Unusual, but it suited her in a strange, boldly feminine way. “Would that be Miss or Mrs.?”
    Another pause. “Miss.”
    Unmarried. His luck was picking up. He motioned with his hand to the women on the opposite edge of the clearing. “I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable with the others.”
    She shook her head, turned out of his arms and sank down, clutching his coat around her and repeated, “This is good.”
    He let his hands slide up her back as she lowered herself, feeling her wince as she reached the log, the action no doubt compressing her ribs. “You sure you’re okay, ma’am?”
    “Yes.”
    Remembering the blow she’d taken, he didn’t find that short, breathless assurance comforting. He ran his right hand down her spine over the jacket, spreading his fingers wide, counting her ribs as he went, immediately locating the damaged area by her soft gasp.
    “She all right?” Sam asked, strolling up to their side.
    His “No” overrode her “Yes.”
    Sam, damn his hide, had the gall to look amused at the contradiction. Caine pressed along her sixth rib. She twisted away. He paused. “Maybe you’d feel better with one of the women caring for you?”
    She hunched her shoulders into the heavy duster and shook her head. Her chin was set in that way he already recognized meant stubborn. “I’m fine.”
    He checked the other side as best he could through the coat.
    “Denying what needs to be done doesn’t end the need for the doing.”
    Her fingers made deep dents in the coat’s leather sleeves. “Why not?”
    He shook his head at the illogic. “Because I said so.”
    “I don’t hold you the final opinion on what’s so.”
    He just bet she didn’t. “Now that’s a shame, because right now I’m the one calling the shots.”
    Her chin came up in that way that just begged a man to make a stronger point. “For now.”
    “I’m thinking if anyone’s going to do anything, it’s going to have to be you,” Sam added.
    Caine threw him a questioning glance, slipping his hand under the coat and testing the extent of Desi’s tenderness with one hand while keeping her put with the other on her shoulder.
    “Seems the other women don’t want to associate with—” a jerk of his thumb indicated the woman beside him “—her.”
    If he hadn’t been touching Desi, he wouldn’t have felt her start.
    “They got a reason for that line of thinking?” Caine asked. From what he could tell, Desi was the only one worth associating with. Any woman who could spit in the devil’s eye had his admiration.
    “Apparently, she has a history of tempting men,” Sam said.
    “You’re shitting me, right?” Caine glanced down. Desi didn’t look up, just shook her head, which could have been an answer either way, shivered and then tugged the coat collar higher.
    “They seem mighty convinced of their notions,” Sam offered without inflection.
    One glance at the sullen faces of the three women standing shoulder-to-shoulder arguing with a nonresponsive Tracker put credence to Sam’s claim. “Is that what they’re clucking about over there?”
    “Yeah. About nonstop. Seem to think the more words they throw at a man the more sway they have.”
    “Tracker must be in his glory.”
    Sam smiled that cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “He says to tell you he’s about ready to cut out some tongues to get some peace.”
    Desi jumped and cast Tracker a wary look. He couldn’t blame her. Tracker had a lethal just-give-me-a-reason attitude about him that could clear the roughest saloon with just a glance. The scar on his cheek did nothing to diminish it.
    Caine smoothed the heavy mass of hair off Desi’s cheek, absorbing into his palm the trembles the shook her. The “Easy, I’ve got you” welled out of