door before Shane could reach for him. He leaned on the door and sighed as his brother jogged away toward the large garage where they kept their vehicles. A moment later, he heard the truck pull away from the cabin and onto the dirt road that led down the mountain.
Shane put a hand to his forehead and shook his head. Whatever Maverick was up to, he wasn’t likely to find out until his brother got back.
But he couldn’t help feeling that prickle of unease that crept up his back as soon as he turned to go back into the cabin.
He strode to his desk, slumped in his chair, and drummed his hands on the gnarled wood in front of him, which had been expertly polished and finished. Feeling the natural texture of the wood was soothing at times like this.
For some reason, a pair of blue eyes floated to the front of his thoughts. Wide, worried, like she was in danger. It made him think of the phone call he’d had, the laughing, sultry voice on the other side.
He forced himself to go back to reviewing the report on his desk, figuring he had to focus if he wanted to be done with his duties by the time the sun was down.
But he couldn’t focus, and he found himself clicking open the internet and typing in the name of the dating website where she’d found him. But when he went to log in, nothing happened. Wrong password.
That was odd.
Another prickle of nervousness shot through him as he tried again and a third time.
Maverick wouldn’t. He had a computer, but…
Shane quickly hit the password reset button and then retrieved the password from his email. Then he logged into the website and went to look at his profile, trepidation building in him the whole time.
When it loaded, his face twitched in shock. Someone had rewritten huge swaths of his description. It no longer represented Shane at all. Protecting cubs? Providing food? Shane groaned and shoved a hand through his thick hair. That was all Maverick. Maverick’s messed-up ideas of meeting a woman.
Speaking of which… Shane scrolled down and saw instructions for getting in touch, which mainly included a meeting here in Montana at a well-known bar.
Shit.
Today.
So that’s where Maverick had gone, looking all secretive.
Shane slammed his hands down on the desk and stood up, shaking his head and cursing as he put on his hat and stormed out of the cabin.
Whatever Maverick intended to do with the women he attracted, Shane intended to put a stop to it. Hopefully he’d be there on time.
3
I n a small lodge at the base of the mountain, Ruby paced back and forth over the wood floor, holding her arms and wondering what to do.
On the flight over, Bonnie had caught something. And as they’d been driving from the airport, she’d gotten consequently more sick.
“I’m sorry,” Bon said, holding her waist as she sat on a chair next to the bathroom, waiting for the next wave. Harmony put hand to Bonnie’s head and sighed.
“It’s a bad fever. Some kind of flu or food poisoning,” Harmony said. “I can’t leave her here.”
Ruby sighed, hiding her disappointment from her friends. She didn’t want to give up her chance to meet the man on the phone. The one with the stunning green eyes.
They’d come all the way to Montana. Surely there would be another time to meet him. But there was no way her friends could come with her tonight.
“It’s okay,” Ruby said, sitting on the bed and looking out at the orange sun setting over the beautiful trees.
She was already falling in love with Montana. From the moment they’d landed—no, even seen it from the plane as they flew over—all three women had fallen in love.
They’d all grown up in the city, and there was nothing like this there. Wide-open spaces. Cool air. Miles between towns.
“You have to go,” Bonnie said. “I don’t want you to miss it for me.”
“I’m sure you can meet him some other time,” Harmony said. “Maybe you could call him.”
“It was just a time and place listed on the profile.