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“Emma.” Dante’s grip tightened on her hands. “What are you afraid of? The bad guy or me?”
She blurted out, “I’m not afraid of either.” Her head dipped and she stared at her boots. “I’m afraid of me.”
His heart melted at the way her bottom lip wobbled. “Why?”
Her glance shifted to the corner of the room and she didn’t say anything for a full ten seconds. “I’ve been independent for so long, I’m afraid of becoming dependent on anyone.”
“Relying on someone else doesn’t have to be a bad thing. And it’s only temporary, then you can go back to being independent.”
She didn’t throw it back in his face, so he figured she was wavering. He went in for the clincher.
“Besides, you saved my life twice.” He lifted one of her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss there. “I owe you.”
Christmas at Thunder Horse Ranch
Elle James
A Golden Heart Award winner for Best Paranormal Romance in 2004, ELLE JAMES started writing when her sister issued a Y2K challenge to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job and raised three wonderful children, and she and her husband even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas Hill Country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird! After leaving her successful career in information technology management, Elle is now pursuing her writing full-time. Elle loves to hear from fans. You can contact her at [email protected] or visit her website at www.ellejames.com.
This book is dedicated to my fans who kept writing, asking when Dante would have his book.
Without my fans I wouldn’t be pursuing the career I love. Thank you for reading and falling in love with my characters. May all your lives be blessed!
Contents
Big sky...check. Flat plains...check. Storm clouds rolling in...check.
Like ticking off his preflight checklist, Dante Thunder Horse reviewed what was in front of him, a typical early winter day in North Dakota before the first real snowstorm of the season. It had been a strange December. Usually it snowed by Thanksgiving and the snow remained until well into April.
This year, the snow had come by Halloween and melted and still the ground hadn’t yet grown solid with permafrost.
Based on the low temperature and the clouds rolling in, that first real snow was about to hit their area. The kids of Grand Forks would be excited. With the holidays just around the corner, they’d have their white Christmas after all.
A hundred miles away from base, flying the U.S.-Canadian border as an air interdiction agent, or pilot, for the Customs and Border Protection, Dante was on a mission to check out a possible illegal border crossing called in by a concerned citizen. A farmer had seen a man on a snowmobile coming across the Canadian border.
He figured it was someone out joyriding who didn’t realize he’d done anything wrong. Still, Dante had to check. He didn’t expect anything wild or dangerously crazy to happen. The Canadian border didn’t have near the illegal crossings as the southern borders of the United States. Most of his sorties were spent enjoying the scenery and observing the occasional elk, moose or bear sighting.
Chris Biacowski, scheduled to fly copilot this sortie, had come down with the flu and called in sick.
