The Man From Falcon Ridge

“Want to talk about it?”

She shook her head. Her dreams were her own demons. “What are the cages for?”

He glanced out the window, then turned to her, his expression wary. “I rescue injured birds of prey. My brothers and I train them.”

“You release them back into the wild?”

He nodded. “When we can.”

She relaxed slightly. Any man who rescued injured animals had to be more human than Thad. Then again, she’d been wrong before.

“Maybe I should call the police about the threat?” he suggested.

She immediately stiffened, her fleeting moment of safety shattered. Thad had power, influential friends. “No.”

His black eyebrow shot up. “You don’t want to report an intruder and the threatening note?”

She shook her head. “No, not yet.” She sipped the coffee, grateful he’d made it strong. “What if it was just a prank? Maybe kids…”

Although her gut instincts whispered that the threat had been real.

Someone had snuck into her house while she was gone and planted the picture to frighten her off. Someone who’d chased her into the woods and wanted her out of the Lyle house.

What would he do if she didn’t heed his warning?

Chapter Five

Hailey’s show of courage contrasted sharply with the fear in her big brown eyes. Why didn’t she want him to call the police? Was he right in wondering if she was in trouble with the law?

Or could a police officer have something to do with her fear of men?

God knows, they’d done a number on his father when he’d first been convicted. Going into jail as a child killer had trigged the worst in guards and other prisoners. Of course, some of them just enjoyed wielding their power on the weaker.

And Hailey was much more vulnerable than his dad. She’d obviously encountered violence before and still wore the bruises.

“Thanks for the coffee, Rex.” She placed the empty cup in the sink. “I should go back now. Do you mind driving me?”

He squared his shoulders, his libido stirring again as his gaze zeroed in on the rose-petal sweetness of her parted lips. Struggling for control, he dragged his eyes from her mouth, but they fell to the soft swell of her breasts and a hot streak of desire surged inside him. Worse, her chest rose with uneven breaths, her bravado drumming up admiration. A few minutes earlier she’d fled in terror, yet now she was ready to face whatever had frightened her.

Because she didn’t want to be alone with him?

Was he that damn scary?

“Sure.” He strode to the corner, removed his SIG Sauer from the cabinet and tucked it into his belt. He wanted to check out the items, too, see if they might help him find the real killer. “Let’s go.”

She bit down on her lip, then nodded, hugging her arms around her to ward off the cold as he led her back through the foyer. He stopped at the door, yanked his bomber jacket from the closet and handed it to her. “Put this on. It’ll keep you warm.”

Hailey hesitated, then shrugged into the worn, warm leather. The jacket nearly swallowed her whole, making her appear small and so damn sensual he nearly reached out to tug the coat around her. An image of her alone at the Hatchet House rose to taunt him, his desires mingling with protective instincts again. Another vision coasted on its tail—Hailey in his king-size four-poster bed, his down comforter brushing her nakedness while he trailed kisses along the pale skin of her neck.

“Maybe you should stay here or in town tonight.”

Her eyes flashed with wariness, and he realized his gruff voice had sounded suggestive.

“I saved for a long time to buy a house,” she said, her tone stronger now. “I refuse to let anyone run me off.”

He read fear in her eyes, but determination and strength darkened her irises, too. Damn, he didn’t want to like her. Even more unsettling, he sensed his own loneliness mirrored in her words. She’d run here to find solace and now someone had messed with her security, so she was fighting back.

His mother had let the locals run them off from Falcon Ridge years ago. It had taken growing up for him to have the courage to confront the people who’d shunned his family.

What had shaped Hailey into the strong woman she was now? And who the hell was she running from?

ALTHOUGH REX’S BIG STONE KITCHEN was intimidating and austere, the woodburning stove and smell of freshly brewed coffee wrapped her in warmth, tempting Hailey to accept his offer and forget about the dangers haunting her—at least for a night.

But Rex’s dark raking eyes and towering presence posed another danger. One she wasn’t prepared to tangle with now. Maybe never.

An intoxicating aura shimmered off the man in rays that heated her blood and created an illusion of false security. Sexual attraction did not mean caring or safety.

It usually meant trouble.

Hadn’t she learned that from experience? Or was she forever going to be lured into trusting a man just because he hadn’t yet hit her?

This man could turn on her in a second….

“What kind of bird do you have in back now?” she asked, changing the subject as they walked to his Jeep.

“A ferruginous hawk.” His grim expression indicated he hadn’t liked the way he’d found the animal. “It was hit by a pellet gun. The pellet damaged soft tissue in its right wing.”

“So it’ll recover enough to be returned to the wild?”

He nodded. “He’s grown, he should do fine. But sometimes the juveniles get too dependent and have trouble adapting, especially if they’re kept in captivity too long.”

“What sparked your interest in birds?”

He shrugged, his expression guarded as they drove to her house. “There was a local wildlife center nearby when I was growing up. I used to volunteer there.” He gestured out the window, across the rocky terrain, his look pensive. “Just look at the space, the freedom the birds have. They’re lucky.”

He obviously identified with the birds of prey on an instinctual level, maybe even envied their freedom. She wanted to hear more, but they arrived at her house, and Rex parked. Even through the haze of snow flurries clogging her vision she noticed the screen door was still flapping in the wind. Another gust sent debris swirling across the porch. Hailey clutched the door handle, a shiver chasing up her spine.

“Wait here,” Rex said in a low, commanding voice. “I’ll check it out.”

Tempted again to accept his offer, Hailey hesitated. It would be easy to relinquish control to this man. But this house belonged to her, and she’d never asked anyone to fight her battles for her. She couldn’t start now.

“I’m going with you,” she said, surprised at her calmness when an edginess tightened every cell in her body.

“Hailey—”

“Whoever was in there is probably long gone,” she argued.

“All the more reason we should call the police and let them dust for fingerprints.”