He was a man who loved women, and he was always aware of their beauty. But he’d never had a reaction like the one Anna evoked.
He desired her. But he also held her in a certain awe. She was so much a part of the landscape. She belonged to the water of the Guadeloupe and the sun and the rocks in a way that he could only envy.
Jeremy wasn’t certain whether it was desire or envy that made him short of wind and dizzy. He lowered the binoculars and tried to rein in his imagination.
During the long, hot hours of tracking Anna Red Shoes he’d anticipated all kinds of trouble. He’d played out scenarios in which he had to lasso her and point a gun at her. Now all he wanted to do was kiss her—run his hands over her skin, now slick with water. He could almost feel the span of her slender waist, the swell of her hips.
He leaned back against a rock and closed his eyes. This was the woman who’d killed his friend and editor, Henry Mills. And he was having sexual fantasies about her. What was wrong with him?
He had to gain control of himself and the situation. He’d come all this way to do a job—his future depended on the way he handled this predicament. The only answer was for him to do what he’d come to do—take Anna back to the law.
His grip on the rifle tightened. He had several choices. He could send a few bullets into the river near Anna and frighten her good. That way she’d know he was armed and meant business. Or he could sneak up on her and take the up-close-and-personal approach.
He made his decision. Moving stealthily, he eased down to the river. Though it would put more of a personal strain on him, it was the safest bet in taking her prisoner. Anna would be distracted by the noise of the river.
He made it down to the river and quickly gathered up her clothes. Next he went to her horses. Releasing the hobbles, he slapped them on the rump and sent them running away. He’d just ducked behind a tree trunk, when Anna popped out of the water. She obviously heard the sound of hooves, and there was an expression of doubt and then despair as she watched her horses flee.
The expression that crossed her face next was one of wariness. She looked all around.
Jeremy could almost read her thoughts. She’d finally figured out that someone had taken the hobbles off the horses. Now she was looking for that someone.
He didn’t move as she crept up the rocky bank and eased from one rock to the next, slowly approaching her campsite and the place where she’d left her clothes.
The look of consternation on her face when she realized her clothes were missing was almost comic. But what happened next made his heart slam hard into his ribs for the second time.
Anna gave up her crouching position and stood tall and regal. “Whoever you are, come on out and face me,” she said, throwing down the challenge without a weapon or a stitch of clothes.
Jeremy was mesmerized. He couldn’t look away from her, and what he saw was a proud woman who refused to yield to fear or danger.
In that moment, he knew that he had never met anyone quite like Anna Red Shoes—and he felt a rush of regret that they were enemies.
Chapter Five
Out in the open, Anna felt colder than she had in the icy water. The sun was warm, but the idea that someone was watching her sent shivers down her spine. Her horses had galloped only three hundred yards away, but they might as well have been in Canada.
Her clothes were also gone, which meant that the person who’d turned her horses free was somewhere very close. Watching. The idea was frightening.
She had never felt so vulnerable, but she refused to show her fear. Her grandfather had taught her that to show fear was to invite tragedy. “You carry the blood of warriors,” he’d told her. “Always remember it. Never bow in fear.”
Heeding those long-remembered words and the pride that had never abandoned her grandfather, Anna stood straighter. She cleared her throat. “Whatever you want, tell me. Perhaps we can negotiate.”
It crossed her mind that someone from the posse might have caught up with her, but she dismissed that idea. It simply wasn’t possible. Even taking into account her nap and the fifteen minutes in the river, there was no way Jeremy Masterson or any of his cohorts could have closed in on her that fast.
One thing nagged at her: whomever was out there could have taken her horses, her gear and everything else. But her material possessions obviously weren’t what he or they were after. Anna didn’t like the other images that flickered through her mind, but she also refused to allow her imagination to cripple her.
“Whoever you are, come out and talk,” she said calmly.
When the tall man stepped out from behind the tree, she almost didn’t recognize Jeremy. The sun was behind him, putting his features into silhouette. When she finally realized who he was, she simply stared. He was like a vision—one of the old spirits her grandfather had warned her about.
Thunder Horse had often told her that there were unhappy spirits that roamed the earth looking for a human to attach to. Once the attachment was made, the spirit was very difficult to shake.
“How did you get free so fast?” she asked in a tone that showed she still doubted her eyes.
“Never underestimate a Texan,” he said slowly.
She was aware that he kept looking away from her. His gaze would flick up to her eyes and then drop away. She knew instantly—and with a strange sensation—that he was attracted to her body, and he didn’t want to acknowledge it. She filed the information away in case she needed it later. Another lesson she’d learned from her grandfather was that a man was only as strong as his greatest weakness. Jeremy Masterson loved women. She knew that from his writing and from his behavior. It wasn’t a trump she wanted to play, but it was one she’d use if she had to.
“May I have my clothes?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, “but first you have to promise me that you won’t try to escape.”
Anna almost didn’t believe her ears. Almost. Then again, considering the source, anything was possible. “You want to barter my clothes for a promise that I’ll follow you back to town like a sheep to the slaughter? I’m sorry, but where did you grow up?”
He nodded. “You’re not exactly in a position to dictate terms,” he pointed out as he held up her clothes.
“Forget it.” She turned away and sat down in the grass. The sun felt warm on her water-chilled body, and though she was intensely aware of Jeremy’s hot gaze, she refused to look at him.
Jeremy stood for a moment. “If you want to ride back to Kerrville as naked as the day you were born, that’s fine with me,” he said. “But you’re going back.”
Anna almost wanted to laugh. It obviously wasn’t fine with him, but he didn’t know what to do about it. She had learned something else about him. He was an arrogant man, but he didn’t enjoy the role of bully. She’d forced him to a place he didn’t like, and he was going to try to bluff his way out.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, not bothering to look at him—a little afraid to look at him. Knowing that he was looking
