did, and perched on the arm of the chair. “Talk, Blondie.”
“My name is Kendall. Not Barbie, not Blondie.”
“Gotcha.” He smiled, slow and dangerous, a reminder that she didn’t really know this man she was about to give all of her trust.
Kendall knew that, but she’d never run from a fight. “Sloan, after all the Callahans leave in the morning, I want you to take me somewhere.”
“Anywhere. Name it.”
“The spot near the canyon, where the new bunkhouse will be.”
He gave her a long look. “You don’t have to face it so soon. Give yourself some time.”
“I’ve lived a long time without you advising me. Either you take me or I’ll go by myself.”
“You can’t drive with those stitches.”
“Let me tell you something about me that you don’t know. I would bounce on one of the Callahan kids’ pogo sticks to get back there if I have to. It’s my job, and I will do it.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Jonas won’t like it.”
“It’s all right. I’ll play chauffeur. You rest.”
She closed her eyes, suddenly tired. “Thank you.”
She felt him near her bed, felt him peek at the bandage covering her stitches, run a palm over her calf, testing for changes in her skin temperature.
“Don’t you dare pull any of that mumbo-jumbo stuff on me again,” Kendall said. “I’m going to read a book, and I don’t want to go to sleep. I’m still teed off with you.”
He sat on the edge of her bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. She wished she could open her eyes to glare at him, but she was just so darn tired.
“Rest,” he said, and she said, “You’re annoying. Has anyone ever told you that?”
But when Sloan touched his palm to her cheek, she relaxed against his hand, drawing in his strength.
It felt good to have someone take care of her just for a moment. Not Kendall against the world... Right now, she let Sloan chase the unspoken fear away.
Tomorrow I’ll be strong again.
Chapter Five
Close, close. The wolf was so close, its eyes fierce with anger and malice. It wanted his soul, wanted his lifeblood. Sloan jerked awake, his heart thundering.
He cursed under his breath when he realized he’d fallen asleep in Kendall’s bed, against the headboard, her head against his chest, her long blond ponytail trailing to his abdomen.
This was bad. In the military, snipers didn’t allow emotions to get in the way of the job.
His emotions were definitely becoming involved. He had to stop it from happening.
Carefully, he disengaged himself from Kendall, laying her slowly back in her bed. God, she was soft. So feminine. She acted so brave, but what had happened had wounded her, revealing the vulnerability she hid so well.
He went downstairs, knowing he had to make sure—damn sure—his unfortunate lapse didn’t endanger his senses, his assignment, or her.
“Hey.” Jonas filled up a coffee mug, slid it his way. “Let’s talk, cousin.”
Sloan followed him into a large den filled with dark brown leather furniture and a huge TV. Toys were stacked in a playpen in the corner. Clearly, this room was one of the children’s hangouts, no doubt because of its proximity to Fiona’s kitchen. Jonas put a tray stacked with his aunt’s fresh-baked cookies on the coffee table in front of them. Sloan perched on a chair, wanting a direct face-to-face with his cousin.
“We pull out at 0500. Cover of darkness is essential,” Jonas said. “We hope that whoever might be spying on the ranch won’t see us leave.”
“Good idea.”
“We’ll be using a series of vehicles. There’ll be too many of us to follow, if they should see us leave. As the chief said, divide and conquer.”
“Wise strategy.” Sloan nodded.
“Some of us will pass around Diablo, double back here. Rafe has the jet ready. Some of the children and wives will travel on it to Hell’s Colony. The vehicles we plan to leave in town. I’m asking you to get them back here when you can.”
“No problem.”
“I’ll show you the firearms we have on the ranch. The chief knows where everything else is. Money. Whatever.”
Sloan blinked. “We won’t need money.”
“Someone has to run the ranch.”
“Fiona will be here. And Kendall is your employee, right?”
Jonas nodded. “But we all agree we’d feel better with a Callahan heir handling ranch transactions. I don’t mean grocery store bills and things that affect the household—Fiona and Burke have been doing that for years. I’m talking about whatever needs to be done to make certain this ranch is kept secure.”
“I understand.” Jonas wanted them to have whatever they needed to protect the houses, livestock and the wild Diablo mustangs.
“There’s a cache of silver in the basement. It has a specific purpose.” Jonas looked at him. “You can get the rest of the info on that from the chief. That’s just between you and me, cousin.”
Sloan nodded again.
Jonas gave him a hard stare. “I also charge you with convincing Kendall to eventually come to Hell’s Colony. I know she won’t leave the ranch now, but that was the drugs talking. It’s important that she not be here. She could have been taken, or worse. It’s not safe for her.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“If you have to hypnotize her again, do it.”
Sloan shook his head. “She asked me not to. Actually,” he said, “she didn’t ask me. It was more like she commanded me never to do it again.” The memory of her ragging him about it made him smile. She refused to admit that she’d been in shock and pain, and relaxing helped. He admired the fact that she would choose pain over giving up any independence. “I can’t do it. She’s not a willing subject.”
“She’s not a willing subject about anything. Why do I always have stubborn women around me?” Jonas asked. But the question was rhetorical, Sloan knew. Jonas was crazy about Fiona, about his wife, Sabrina, who was rumored to have a very stubborn streak, and even Kendall.
“Strong men draw strong women,” Sloan said.
“Lovely. Just once I’d like to have a ‘Yes, Jonas’ type of female in my life.” He
