To Love & Protect Her (2 page)

“They did.” He scowled at her. “But I'm not let
ting anyone close to you until we figure out who tried to snatch you, and why. Not even the police.”

Willa felt a soft warmth stealing over her as she looked at Griff. His hard face was even harder than usual, and his mouth was set in a grim line. He looked formidable and dangerous, and the wild part of him, the part that had drawn her from the first time she met him, was very close to the surface.

“Then what are we going to do?” She was amazed at how calm she sounded. But she trusted him completely, she realized. Griff would keep her safe.

“We're going to leave,” he said slowly. “We're going to go somewhere that no one will expect us to go. Somewhere far from College Station and your godfather's ranch.”

“You don't think Ryan has anything to do with this, do you?” She was horrified.

“Of course not. But that's where someone would expect you to go, isn't it?”

“Probably,” she said reluctantly. “He's the only family I have.”

“Then we're going in the opposite direction.” He glanced at his watch, then pulled the truck away from the curb. “Ryan told me about a little cabin in the mountains near El Paso that his sister-in-law Mary Ellen owns. Her son used it recently, and it sounded quiet and isolated—perfect for hiding. We're going to try and find it.”

“El Paso is a long way from here,” she said faintly.

He glanced over at her in the darkness of the truck.
“Would you rather not go that far with me? I'd understand. You don't really know me that well.”

She knew him well enough to trust him completely, she realized. She had no hesitation about going to El Paso, or anywhere else, with Griff. “It's not that. I've just never taken off like this before, without planning ahead of time. I've never been a really spontaneous kind of person.”

“I'm sure I can think of somewhere else to go.”

“No. El Paso is fine.” A recklessness she didn't recognize swept over her. “The farther the better.”

His mouth curled into a tiny grin. “For someone who's never been a really spontaneous kind of person, I'd say you're doing just fine.”

“You'll keep me safe, Griff. I'm not worried about that.”

“What about your job? Don't you have to teach at the university?”

“Classes are off for Christmas break. So no one will miss me. I can go wherever I want to go.”

“Being a loner isn't always a good thing.”

She glanced over at him and his mouth was a tight line.

“If those two had succeeded,” he continued, “how long would it have been before you were missed?”

That was something she didn't want to think about. “Are you saying I should be checking in with someone on a regular basis?”

“It wouldn't hurt.”

“Who do you check in with, Griff?” Her voice
held just the right amount of polite enquiry, she thought with satisfaction.

His mouth tightened further. “That's different. I know how to take care of myself.”

“So do I. You probably don't know it, but I traveled the world with my father while I was growing up.” She felt the same pull of grief and pain that always came when she talked about her father. “I learned very early how to take care of myself.”

“That's not what I meant, and you know it.” His voice was rough. “I'm talking about protecting yourself.”

“I've taken a self-defense class. I know what to do.”

“It sure helped tonight, didn't it.”

She looked away from him and stared out the window. Already the town was falling behind them, and the car passed rolling hills and open pasture. Her home and her job were behind them. And she hoped the kidnappers were, as well. “Now that I know someone wants to kidnap me, I'll be prepared. I'll be more alert.”

She heard him sigh. “Sorry, Willa. I didn't mean to pick on you. And you're not going to have to worry about being alone for a while. As long as those kidnappers are around, I'm going to be with you until we find out who they are, and catch them.”

A flash of pleasure warmed her, surprising her with its intensity. Willa tried to tell herself that it wasn't a big deal, that Griff was just doing her godfather, Ryan, a favor, but it didn't matter. The thought of
spending the next few days alone with Griff Fortune made her blood heat in her veins.

But she wasn't Griff's type of woman, she reminded herself. Griff, she was sure, was interested in worldly, sophisticated women—the kind of women who traveled in the same circles as he did. Rumors in the Fortune family said Griff was some kind of secret agent. A man like that wouldn't want to get involved with a quiet, homebody university professor like her.

And a quiet university professor shouldn't be interested in a man like Griff.

The rebellious part of her, the part that wasn't sure she liked being a university professor, yearned for the wildness of Griff's life. The part of her that had loved traveling around the world, loved the adventure of life with her father, said Griff was exactly the kind of man she was interested in. But she ignored it. If she listened to that voice, it would be a betrayal of her father and everything he wanted for her.

“We have a long ride ahead of us.” Griff's voice came out of the darkness again. “And you had a rough night. Why don't you try to get some rest?”

“It's hard to sleep in a car,” she said. “I always wake up with a stiff neck.”

“You can rest your head on my shoulder. That way I can check you frequently to make sure you don't have a concussion.” He cleared his throat. “Go ahead and relax.”

“That would be uncomfortable for you.”

“I'll survive.” There was a grimness to his voice
she didn't understand. “One of us might as well get some sleep.”

“I
am
a little tired,” she said, and she heard the weariness in her own voice.

“Then come on, Blue. Close your eyes.”

She curled up on the seat, adjusted her seat belt, and leaned against his shoulder. His muscles were tense and hard beneath her ear, and when she shifted around, she felt him tremble. But the rumble of the truck's engine soothed her, and the warmth of Griff's body surrounded her—she felt herself relaxing.

“Why did you call me Blue?” she asked, her voice sleepy.

“It's an Australian nickname for someone with red hair.”

His voice washed over her, and she snuggled closer. She felt him tense again, and then his hand stroked over her hair. “Go to sleep, Willa.”

“Keep talking to me,” she said, tucking her hand under his arm. “Why do Australians call people with red hair ‘Blue'? That sounds kind of contrary.”

“That's because Australians are contrary.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Blue is also what we call an argument. I guess people think that redheads are more likely to get into arguments.”

“I think that's unfair. I'm very even tempered.”

“Is that right?” He stroked her hair again, and she wanted to arch into his touch. “I'll remember you said that next time you're giving me grief over my protecting you.”

She imagined that he touched her hair again, very
lightly, and she thought his hand lingered on her head. She wanted to beg him not to stop, but she clamped her mouth firmly shut. It was the blow to the head, she told herself. It was making her want things she knew she couldn't have. It made her yearn for what couldn't be.

Silence filled the car again. “Don't stop talking,” she said, and her voice was drowsy with sleep. “I love to listen to you. Your accent is so musical.”

“I don't have an accent, mate,” he said, exaggerating his drawl. “It's you Yanks who talk funny.”

She smiled and allowed herself to drift to the place between sleep and wakefulness. “Tell me about your sister. I like her so much.”

“She's something, our Matilda is.” Willa heard the love mixed with resignation in his voice. “She's a handful. It took me and all four of my brothers to keep an eye on her.”

“I bet she loved that.”

“She's a lot like you, Willa. She was sure she could take care of herself, too.”

“I know her well enough to know that she can.” She was too tired to rise to his bait. “Can you tell me about Australia?”

He hesitated, then he began speaking in a low, soothing voice, describing the beauty of his country. As she drifted off to sleep, she realized that he was deliberately lulling her, but she didn't care. Her head still hurt, and she was exhausted. And although she was driving through the night to an unknown destination with a man she didn't know all that well, she felt amazingly content.

She was with Griff, and that was all that mattered.

“W
ake up, Willa.”

The voice intruded on her dreams, and she closed her eyes more firmly and tried to hang on as the dream faded into the mist. She was dreaming about Griff, and his hand was drawing a long, lazy line down her back. She didn't want to wake up, didn't want the dream to end.

“Come on, Willa, it's time to wake up.”

It was Griff's voice, and his hand was touching her shoulder. Slowly she opened her eyes. She was lying on his lap, and his brown eyes were looking down at her, concern in their warm depths.

She scrambled to sit up. “Griff?” She pushed her hair out of her eyes and stared at him. “What are you doing here? And where are we?”

“We're in El Paso—” he began.

“El Paso!” she gasped. “What are we doing in El Paso?”

He hesitated. “Don't you remember what happened last night?”

Last night.
Suddenly all the events of the night before came flooding back. “I had forgotten,” she whispered.

“How's your head?”

She touched the lump on her left temple. “It hurts,” she said. “But I'm sure I'll survive.”

He worked his jaw. “I'll take care of it when we get to the cabin. I thought we'd stop in here first and get some groceries and other things we'll need.”

She looked out the window of the truck and saw that they were in the parking lot of a store that advertised one-stop shopping. “All right.”

Before she could get out of the car, Griff laid his hand on her arm. Her skin heated and her heart raced, but Griff didn't seem to notice a thing.

“I'm not going to say anything in the store,” he said. “We don't want anyone remembering the bloke with the funny accent.”

Willa felt herself pale as she looked at him. “Do you think the kidnappers could have followed us from College Station?”

“No one followed us. I'm sure of that. But we don't want to take any chances, so I'm keeping my mouth shut.”

He drew his hand away, and Willa felt bereft. She wanted to reach for him, but instead curled her fingers into her palm. She'd better get hold of herself. She was going to be spending a lot of time with Griff.

They went through the store quickly, loading their shopping cart with food and a couple of changes of clothes for each of them. Willa grabbed toiletries, as well as a handful of books to read.

In a half hour they were back in the truck. Griff's hands tightened on the steering wheel, and he didn't
look at Willa. “I have to call Ryan and get directions to the cabin,” he said. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Are you having second thoughts?” she asked. “I didn't even think to ask if you could spare the time to stay with me.”

“My time isn't a problem,” he said, his voice short. “I want to be sure you understand that we're going to be alone together, possibly for a while. Are you sure you don't want to go somewhere else?”

She was too aware of Griff, sitting so close to her in the car. Surrounded by his male scent, his leather jacket still wrapped around her shoulders, her senses were overwhelmed with him. The air around them pulsated with tension. Spending time alone with Griff would be dangerous.

“I'm sure,” she said.

Griff studied Willa for a moment. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue and the bruise on her temple stood out sharply on her pale face. But he saw the resolution in her eyes and nodded with approval. “Good. I'll call Ryan, then.”

Willa was a lot tougher than he'd suspected, he reflected as he listened to the phone connecting. She was a lady, and he hadn't spent much time around ladies in his life. He had been prepared for tears and a quivering fearfulness. But Willa had just lifted her chin and given him a steady look. He was almost ready to believe her when she said she could take care of herself.

Almost, but not quite.

She was too trusting, too good-hearted to be as wary as she needed to be. She probably trusted anyone who didn't actually wave a gun in her face, he thought cynically. If anyone needed a keeper, it was Willa Simms.

He wanted nothing more than to volunteer for the job.

And wouldn't that be a sight. Wild Griffin Fortune, with his dubious personal background and his present unsavory job, involved with genteel Willa Simms, university professor.

If it weren't so ludicrous, his fantasy would be good for a laugh. As it was, it was merely pathetic.

He had absolutely nothing in common with Willa. As if to remind him of that fact, his Uncle Ryan's voice came on the phone.

“Ryan, it's Griff. We've run into a bit of trouble.”

“What is it?” Griff could imagine Ryan sitting up straight in his chair, his eyebrows drawn together.

Griff quickly explained what had happened at Willa's the night before. “We're in another part of the state now,” he said, aware that it was all too easy to eavesdrop on a cellular phone call. “I remember you mentioned a cabin that Mary Ellen owns. The one that Jace used recently. Could you give me directions?”

“Of course.” Ryan told him how to get to the isolated cabin, being careful not to mention any names that could give away their location. And he told him obliquely where the key was hidden. Ryan was quick, Griff thought with appreciation.

“We're going to stay there for a while. You might want to get some investigators into College Station, see what they can find out. I'd rather not expose Willa to another kidnapping attempt.”

“Thank God you got to her apartment when you did.”

Griff could hear the emotion in Ryan's voice.

“Are you sure she's all right?”

“She will be. Your goddaughter is tough,” he said.

There must have been surprise in his voice, because Ryan laughed. “Damn right, she's tough. She gets that from her old man. He was one hard guy. Let me talk to her.”

He handed the phone to Willa and watched her as she listened to Ryan. Her eyes softened and her mouth trembled as she smiled. Finally she said, “I'm fine, Ryan, and so is Griff. I hope you don't mind if we use Mary Ellen's cabin.”

She smiled again as she listened, and a low laugh gurgled out of her throat. Its husky sound wound its way inside him and seemed to take hold. He wanted to hear that laugh of Willa's again.

Smiling, she said goodbye and handed him the phone. “Ryan says he trusts you with my life.”

Griff scowled, irritated by his inability to control his desire for Willa. “He knows damn well he can trust me with your life. I'd never let a family member down.”

Willa's smile faded a little. “I'm glad you take your family obligations so seriously.” She shifted to
stare out the window of the truck, but he'd caught the hurt in her eyes before she turned away.

Griff watched her stiff back, felt the tension swirling through the cab of the truck, and sighed. “Hell, Willa, you know I didn't mean it that way.”

“Do I? I know practically nothing about you,” she retorted. “And for the record, you don't owe me any explanations.” Her voice was cool, and she didn't turn around. “We're in an unfortunate situation, but that doesn't mean that I'll intrude in your life. You can be sure I won't be a burden.”

She was as far from a burden as he could imagine, and he wanted nothing more than to have Willa intrude in his life. The realization brought a knot to his gut. He gripped the steering wheel more tightly. “Willa, I wouldn't have brought you here to El Paso if I didn't care what happened to you. If I were just doing a favor for Ryan, I would have taken you back to the Double Crown Ranch. I didn't mean it that way.”

Willa turned around and looked at him, but her eyes were carefully blank. “I'm sorry if I misunderstood, Griff. Shouldn't we be on our way?”

He swore silently as he put the truck into gear and pulled out of the parking lot a little more quickly than he should have. “You're right. We don't want to stay here long enough to give anyone a chance to remember us.”

They rode in silence for a while, tension still thick between them. He was shocked to realize that he wanted to pull Willa into his arms and show her just
how much he cared about what happened to her. Telling himself again that he was too rough and untamed for a woman like Willa, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and listened to the hum of the tires on the asphalt.

Taking Willa to this cabin, staying alone there with her, was a huge mistake. He should have known better. He'd known from the first time he saw Willa that she would be trouble. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. And now he was going to be cooped up with her in a tiny cabin, with nothing else to do but look at her. And talk to her.

He should turn around right now and go back to the Double Crown Ranch.

But he couldn't take any chances with her, so he continued on the route out of El Paso. When the road began climbing into the mountains, he forced himself to say to her, “Have you ever been to this part of Texas?”

“No,” she answered. Her voice was carefully even, and he couldn't interpret her tone. “Before I moved to College Station, the only part of Texas I'd visited was the Double Crown and San Antonio.”

“Keep an eye on the area,” he said gruffly. “You never know when you'll need to find your way around here.”

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. “What do you mean?”

She seemed more puzzled than shocked, and he sighed at her naiveté. “We don't know what's going
to happen in the next several days. I want you to be prepared for anything.”

He felt her eyes on him, studying him. “I think I understand what Ryan meant,” she finally said slowly. “Don't worry, Griff. I could get us back to El Paso if I had to, if that's what you're worried about.”

“What did Ryan say?” he asked, unable to stop himself.

To his surprise, a faint smile played around her lips. “He said that you always think three steps ahead of everyone else. He said that you'd managed to surprise even him. Now I understand what he meant. I can practically see you thinking as you drive, preparing for any possibility.”

“I learned a long time ago that you only survive if you're smarter than your enemy. And I intend for both of us to survive.”

“I already told you that I trust you,” she said softly. “I meant it, Griff.”

The coolness was gone from her eyes. Now there was only warmth, and a light that burned steadily as she watched him. It made an answering flame leap inside him.

Deliberately, he turned away to focus on the road. There was no excuse for becoming distracted from his job. And Willa was definitely a distraction.

“According to Ryan, we should be there in about ten minutes,” he said.

“And then what?”

“Then we wait,” he said grimly. “Ryan is putting
some private investigators on the job in College Station to see what they can turn up. We're going to stay here until we have some answers. Until we know who was trying to kidnap you, I don't want to take any chances.”

“All right.”

He glanced over at her. “All right? As easily as that? What if Ryan doesn't learn anything? You don't have forever before you have to start teaching your classes again. What if we don't know what's going on, and you have to go back to the university?”

“I'm not sure,” she said slowly. “Right now, the university and my job there seem very far away. I haven't thought about it once since we left College Station.” She turned to him again, and gave him a blinding smile that made his legs weak. “I'm not going to worry about that until I have to.”

“I thought you were a regimented, plan-everything kind of woman,” he managed to say. “You teach at a university, for God's sake. How much more by-the-book can you get than that? I figured an open-ended stay here in El Paso would be a problem for you.”

“I guess you were wrong, then,” she said lightly. “Maybe underneath this mousy exterior, I'm really a wild woman.”

“Mousy?” He gave her an incredulous look. “You're about as far from mousy as you could get.”

His response was instantaneous, and he saw her blush. “Thank you, Griff,” she murmured. “But my physical attributes aren't the issue. My job is. And I
have a month before I have to worry about it. So let's just forget about it for now.”

“That's fine with me,” he muttered. How was he supposed to forget her physical attributes? he thought to himself. Especially when she'd spent the night sleeping on his lap.

He hardened again just thinking about it. He'd seen that her head was bent as she slept on his shoulder, and knew she'd awaken with a stiff neck. So he'd eased her down until she rested on his lap. That had been a mistake. It had been a night of pure torture for him, but he wouldn't have traded it for anything. The fragrant cloud of her hair had drifted over his thigh, and whenever he'd shifted, her scent had swirled around him. As she slept, she'd unselfconsciously slid her hand under his leg, and the imprint of her fingers still burned on his skin. Even the heavy denim fabric of his jeans hadn't been a barrier to the sensations. He'd been in a state of arousal for the whole trip, and it still hadn't receded completely.

Which was probably why he was acting like an idiot.

“Here's the road that leads to the cabin,” he said, as they turned onto a rutted dirt track. He was relieved and grateful for the distraction. “It doesn't look like anyone has been this way in a while.”

“Great,” she said fervently. “I can't wait to get out of this truck.”

Neither could he. The atmosphere was too confined, too intimate. Especially after last night.

But he was afraid that living in the same house with Willa was going to be even more so.

 

Betsy Keene sat on the shabby couch in the small living area of her trailer near Leather Bucket and shrank back against the cushions. She stared at the man who had been her lover ever since he showed up on her doorstep six months ago, wounded and needing help. Clint Lockhart raged through the room, throwing papers onto the floor and overturning her tiny kitchen table and chairs. His blue eyes were black with rage, and his arrogant mouth, the mouth she'd come to love, was twisted into a frightening grimace.