move, Ava. Wrong.
In fact, that move could prove deadly for her.
Ranch hands were scrambling around, checking on the horses, trying to make sure they were all safe. Mark stayed beside Ava every moment, but he didn’t think it was because he wanted to protect her.
You just want her.
In many ways, Mark Montgomery was just like his old man. When he saw something that he wanted, he took it, not caring at all for the consequences. Or for the shattered lives that he left in his wake.
Mark wanted Ava, so he thought he’d take her.
That won’t happen.
Ava wasn’t going to be destroyed. The Montgomerys had already wrecked enough lives. Maybe it was time for Ava to learn the truth about her so-called hero.
He slipped back into the shadows.
Maybe it was time for everyone to learn the truth.
* * *
THEY SEARCHED THE PROPERTY but found no sign of an intruder. Mark headed back to the house with Ava by his side. She seemed tense next to him, and he knew she had to be exhausted. They’d spent at least an hour out there because—
Because I wanted to make sure the jerk who has been harassing Ava didn’t follow her to my home.
He shut the door behind them and set the alarm. “You should try to get some sleep.” He wasn’t touching her right then. Probably a good thing because the more he touched, the more he wanted.
I had her in the bed beneath me. Her breast in my hand. In my mouth. She was moaning for me. Ava wanted me.
And he’d been about thirty seconds away from taking the woman he wanted most.
He turned away from her.
“You’re not going to talk about it, are you?” Ava asked him.
He locked his jaw. “The alarm went off. Maybe it malfunctioned. Maybe someone was here. I don’t—”
She grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her. “I’m not talking about the alarm. I’m talking about us!”
He tried to unclench his back teeth. “There isn’t an us.” Even though he spent too much time thinking about her. Even though he wanted to strip her right then and get her back on a bed once more. Even though—
“Why not?” Ava asked. Her eyes were big. Her gaze so deep. “Don’t you want me?”
Wanting her sure wasn’t the problem. He cleared his throat. “The age...difference between us is—”
“Bull.”
He blinked.
“So you’re a bit older than me. I’m not some kid. I’m in my twenties. I’ve got a graduate degree. I support myself.” She waved the age difference away. “My brothers have dated plenty of women who are older and younger than they are, so don’t give me that baloney. We’re both legal.”
“Your brothers...they are my friends.”
She exhaled. “Are you sure about that? Because Davis told me just a few months ago... He said you weren’t the man I thought you were.”
And Davis had been acting odd around him ever since Detective Shayne Townsend had died. Mark didn’t know what was happening, but the McGuires had definitely put the freeze on him.
“But I don’t really care what Davis thinks about you. I want you.”
Then she leaned forward, trying to wrap her arms around him.
He stepped back.
Hurt flashed across her face.
“Ava...”
“You were kissing me like a desperate man earlier. Like you didn’t need anything more than me in the whole world.” She shook her head. “Now you back away from me? Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
A faint line appeared between her brows. “You wouldn’t! You never have. You’re the one who has always been there for me. Never judging, just accepting. You know all of my secrets.”
“But you don’t know mine, Ava.” And that was the problem. He’d shielded her from that part of his life. Did the very best that he could not to taint her image of him.
But Ava didn’t know the things he’d done. Ava didn’t know about the dark core inside of him and, for her sake, he hoped that she never did.
Ava had always looked at him as if he were some kind of hero. He wasn’t. He was about as far from hero material as a man could get. If she knew the things he’d done, Ava would never let him so much as touch her again. And that’s why she won’t ever know.
“Go to sleep,” he told her because he had to put some distance between them. He couldn’t be that close to Ava and not feel her sensual pull. “It’s been a long day.” He walked away from her.
* * *
AVA STARED AFTER MARK, narrowing her eyes. He was seriously just walking away? She wanted to scream at the man. Finally, finally, they’d been close. The desire had been burning between them. There had been no barriers. Nothing at all holding them back, and now—
Now he was pulling away.
It won’t be that easy, Mark.
She headed back toward the guest room. Sleep wasn’t going to come for her, not then. Adrenaline spiked her blood, and if she slept—well, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with a second nightmare. No way.
Ava pushed open the door to her room. It was dark inside. Pitch black.
Ava hesitated. She’d been sure that she left the lights on when she ran out earlier. The lights had been blazing. She’d dressed as fast as she could and then rushed out after Mark.
And I didn’t turn the lights off.
She glanced back over her shoulder. “Mark?”
It was just like before. Small things. Things that most people would overlook. But after a while, those little things had started to add up.
Ava pulled in a deep breath. Then her hand slid out, moving along the wall near the door. Her fingers touched the light switch. She flipped it on, fast, and illumination flooded the room.
The bed sheets were still tangled. Her purse was on the chair in the right corner—just where she’d left it.
The windows appeared to be closed and still locked.
She crept forward. Her body was tight with tension and fear. They’d searched the perimeter for the prowler,
