“But he didn’t.”
“You acted like he did.”
“I was taken aback when he fell against me.” She didn’t want to recall the pleasant warmth that had spread through her after the initial jolt of panic. His entire body had hardened against her. As he was clad only in his lightweight drawers, Catherine had been keenly aware of his body’s reaction. Every rigid inch of it.
“While I appreciate that you would protect me, I think bringing in the gun was ill-advised.”
“Don’t fret,” Andrew grumbled. “I didn’t shoot him. Yet.”
She cut him a sharp look. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t like him being here.”
“I don’t believe he’s a threat to us. And his injuries are too severe for him to leave, so we’ll just have to make the best of it.” She didn’t know how to handle Andrew or his apparent willingness to take a human life. “You could’ve hurt someone. It seemed so easy for you to threaten the man.”
“He was threatening you. Wasn’t he?”
“No.” Her denial sounded weak. “I don’t think so.” With some distance between her and the Ranger now, she didn’t believe he would have assaulted her. But he did dissolve her peace of mind. She was not going to explain to a twelve-year-old boy about the violent episode she’d experienced all those months ago.
“I know how to use the gun, Catherine. I can help you if I ever need to.”
“I know. Thank you.” She turned down the sheet and motioned him into bed.
She wanted to kiss him good-night, but the scowl on his moonlit face told her it wouldn’t be welcome. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night,” he muttered.
When she reached his door, she turned. “I do thank you, Andrew. I’m glad to know we can depend on each other.”
“Yeah.”
She closed his door, still jarred over the appalling sight of her brother holding a gun on someone. A Texas Ranger. Her patient. A guest in their home.
What had roused Andrew’s protective instincts? Since the lieutenant’s arrival, her brother had kept closer to home, but she hadn’t realized it until now.
“Is he all right?”
Catherine started at the sound of Jericho’s voice coming from her bedroom. She didn’t want to go back in there. The giddy flutter in her stomach told her that would be asking for trouble.
But she couldn’t ignore him, either. She walked the few steps to the doorway. The lamp on the bedside table had been lit, and filmy light washed over his bare chest. He sat on the edge of her bed. “Yes, I think so. I do apologize for him.”
“There’s no need. He did the right thing.”
The sight of Jericho’s muscles brought home to Catherine how he really could have hurt her. She wrapped her arms around her waist to ward off the resulting chill. “I’m not certain I agree.”
“Out here he may have cause to protect himself or you. It’s good he knows how,” Jericho said quietly. “Where did Andrew learn to handle that gun, anyway?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Have you ever seen him use one before?”
“No.”
“Who do you think taught him to use it?”
“My mother, maybe? I don’t know. Why are you asking so many questions?”
“He did have a gun trained on me,” Jericho said lightly.
Catherine studied him, not sure if her lingering unease was due to seeing Andrew with the gun or the strange warmth that had moved through her when Jericho Blue’s body had pressed against hers. That warmth stirred her even now. “I think he would’ve shot you!”
“I do, too, if I’d been a real threat.” In the soft light, his gaze held hers. “Which I wasn’t.”
Perhaps he didn’t think so, but for those long seconds she had.
“I would never hurt you, Catherine. Certainly not after you saved my life.”
She believed him. Or wanted to. “It’s forgotten now.”
“Is it? You’re pale and you were afraid of me.”
“It’s over. Why don’t you rest—”
“C’mon, Catherine. I know something was going on in that head of yours. What did I do to make you tense up like I was going to take a whip to you?”
“Nothing. You startled me. And I certainly didn’t expect Andrew to come charging in that way.”
“Something happened in here, Miz Donnelly.” The Ranger’s voice turned soft and coaxing. “I’d like to know if it was because of me.”
“And if it was?” She didn’t like being pressed on this issue. She had no intention of allowing herself to get so close to him again. “As I said, I was startled. There was no harm done.”
“Someone hurt you. A man you knew? Or didn’t know?”
She wasn’t stirring up those memories again. “I was raised by nuns, Lieutenant. There were no men there.”
His narrow gaze said he didn’t believe her, but Catherine didn’t care. She wasn’t about to tell him he was the first man to excite her more than frighten her.
Fear was the least of what washed through her right now. The sight of him sitting on the side of her bed turned her insides soft and warm. Hazy lamplight sculpted the hard muscles of the wide shoulders and chest that had been pressed against her only moments ago.
His gaze bored into hers, then dropped to her lips, sparking that unfamiliar warmth low in her belly.
She couldn’t seem to stop remembering the undeniable press of his arousal. Her gaze went there involuntarily and a curious heat swept through her. Even now, he strained against the cotton of his drawers.
“Your leg,” she gasped, stepping reflexively into the room. “It’s bleeding again.”
Blood glued the fabric to the corded muscles of his thigh and molded the part of him that had frightened and excited her only minutes ago. “I’d better change your dressing.”
“I’ll do it,” he growled, grabbing the pillow and putting it in his lap.
“But what if you’ve torn the stitches?”
“I’m fine.”
“I think I should—”
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