Texas Heroes: Volume 1

by Jean Brashear

  Boone shot Maddie a worried glance, then choked back a grin. If Hank gave her an inch to maneuver, he was going to find himself unmanned. Maddie wasn’t scared yet—she looked mad as the devil.

  But Boone knew Hank was truly dangerous. “Let’s go outside and catch up on old times, Hank.”

  The glare Maddie shot him should have incinerated him on the spot. Impatience vibrated from her every pore. “Let go of me, you big, fat—oof!”

  Boone grabbed Maddie’s arm and turned suddenly, wedging his shoulder in between them. With practiced ease, he slid Maddie away and behind him. “I don’t think the lady is enjoying herself.”

  Hank’s little pig eyes narrowed. “She was dancing with me. We weren’t finished.”

  “Well, you see, Hank, there’s just one problem. I was never very good at sharing.”

  “She’s not yours. You weren’t here. You left.”

  “But I was coming back. And here I am.” Boone kept his voice smooth. He didn’t see how Hank could miss the implied threat. He wouldn’t initiate the fight, but Hank couldn’t have forgotten who had usually wound up on top.

  He pulled Maddie close. “You go on and find yourself another girl, Hank. This one’s taken.” Turning away, he walked Maddie toward the outside.

  They had almost reached the door when Maddie was wrenched from his arms. Hank jerked her to him and grabbed her hair, grinding his mouth down on hers.

  Boone went blind with rage. He leaped toward them. Grabbing Hank by the arm, he jerked him away from Maddie. The solid connection of fist to jaw didn’t begin to placate the roar in his head.

  Hank had put his mouth on Maddie. Had hurt Maddie.

  Boone never heard the shouting around him. He entered a zone of deadly silence, a savage place where forsaken skills had lain dormant. With brutal satisfaction, he punished Hank for daring to hurt Maddie’s bright spirit, for endangering the light she had brought into his life.

  “Boone, stop! Please—” Finally, Maddie’s voice sliced through the rage.

  He looked at her, her face drained of all color. Then he looked back at Hank, collapsed against the wall, chest heaving.

  “You crazy sonofa—” Hank roared. “The bitch is the spawn of a murderer. You’re welcome to her.” He spat at her feet.

  Boone charged toward him, but Maddie held on for dear life to one arm while Jim grabbed him by the other, stepping between him and Hank.

  “Come on now, Boone. Back away. He’s crazy and mean. You know that. Come on. You’re scaring Maddie.”

  The last words broke through to him. Boone looked down at her and saw her eyes gone huge and dark.

  Now he’d done it. She’d seen what lay inside him, the dark, howling beast that had been his salvation…and damnation.

  He turned to Hank. “You’re not fit to walk on the same ground as Maddie. If I ever hear you talking about her like that again, I’ll—”

  “Boone, please.” Maddie’s quiet voice settled him as nothing else could.

  But he wasn’t quite through. “You stay away from her, you hear me? You stay very far away.”

  Hank didn’t respond. He turned and lumbered off, leaning on a friend.

  Then Boone realized that his eye hurt like hell. He reached up and came away with blood on his fingers.

  “I’ll drive you home in your truck,” Jim offered. “Maddie can come later with Velda.”

  Boone looked at Maddie, prepared for her revulsion. Instead he saw quiet strength.

  “That’s all right, Jim,” she said. “If Boone can’t see to drive, I can drive his truck. We’ll be all right.”

  Jim glanced back and forth between them. “You sure about that, Maddie?”

  His meaning was clear. Boone wasn’t fit to be with her.

  She nodded and clutched Boone’s arm tightly. “Yes. I’m sure.” Then she looked up at Boone. “Can you drive or would you like me to do it?”

  He started to shrug her off. He was unclean, contaminated by the rage that had spewed from him. “I can get myself home. No need for you to come.”

  She reached for a bar towel someone had brought over. Lifting it to his face with careful strokes, she mopped away the blood. Then she stared him straight in the eye. “Don’t trip over that pride, Boone. You took care of me. Now let me take care of you.”

  Her quiet voice and matter-of-fact manner stirred his hope. Could it be that she wasn’t frightened by what she’d seen? Boone studied her as carefully as she was watching him. Then he shook his head. “You always surprise me.”

  The smile that was never far away reappeared. “Good. Don’t forget you said that.” Then she clasped his hand. “Take me home, Boone.”

  For one quicksilver, impossible moment, Boone let himself imagine a life where those words could be ordinary.

  Take me home, Boone.

  They weren’t real. He knew that.

  But for tonight, at least, he was the man who had the right to take Maddie home.

  He squeezed her hand and led her outside.

  Chapter Seven

  Stubborn. A frying pan applied to the side of Boone’s head seemed more attractive all the time. He’d insisted on driving, denying that he was hurt. Maddie tamped down her concerns, her thoughts still on what had happened.

  Some women would have called it Neanderthal, Boone’s reaction back there. Maddie tried to imagine a single man she’d ever known who would leap to her defense with such raw physical power.

  None came to mind. She tried to picture Robert in that same situation. Robert would have used words or bouncers —or walked away.

  Boone had defended her honor with his fists.

  As a woman of the twenty-first century, she should have been horrified. Such brute behavior should have revolted her.

  It hadn’t. She wasn’t.

  Instead, Maddie was thrilled. She felt safe. Protected. Awed by what Boone had done.

  Boone would have mashed in Robert’s face for what he’d done to her. Boone would have dispatched the bullies who had taunted the gangly girl who never fit in.

  She’d been angry at first, but Hank’s strength had frightened her when he squeezed her tighter, spewing sour beery breath in her face. When he’d ground his mouth down on hers, she’d been more unnerved than on any dark New York street.

  Then, like an avenging angel, Boone had charged to her rescue, his golden hair gleaming in the light.

  Egad. The hair rose on her skin as she remembered him, the sheer power and strength of his passion to protect her.

  She’d thought she’d never see Boone lose his formidable control. Now she knew why he clamped down so hard.

  It wasn’t because he didn’t feel. Far from it.

  Boone felt too much.

  If only that passion could be spent on her…what must it be like? Maddie rubbed her arms at the thought and squirmed on the seat.

  “You cold?” He reached out to turn down the a/c.

  Maddie looked over at him, but he turned away quickly. Since they’d left, silence had wrapped him like a shroud and he wouldn’t meet her gaze.

  “Boone, I didn’t thank you for what you did back there.”

  “You mean for acting like some kind of beast let out of his cage?”

  She jerked around to see if he was joking. His face was grim.

  “You weren’t an animal. You rescued me.”

  Boone pulled up to the house and turned off the truck. Still not meeting her gaze, he stared straight ahead. “I’m sorry you saw that.”

  “Boone…” She laid one hand on his arm.

  He pulled away and opened his door. In the overhead light, she saw anguish on his face.

  Boone left the truck and headed for the house, not waiting for her.

  Maddie leapt out of her side and followed, racing to catch up. Just before the porch steps, she grabbed his arm.

  He spun around. “Don’t!” he barked. “Let me be.”

  “Boone, what’s wrong?”

  “Go away, Maddie.” Whe
n she showed no intention of leaving, he turned away toward the barn.

  Something deep within her said not to let him leave like this. She practically ran to get in front of him.

  “Maddie…” His voice dropped to a growl.

  She got a better look at him in the moonlight. His face was all angles and haunted hollows. “Talk to me, Boone. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  He rounded on her then. “I could have killed him. I would have, if you and Jim—” He looked away, his jaw working. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

  “You saved me, Boone. He was hurting me. I was scared.”

  Boone exhaled a shuddering breath. He looked away.

  Maddie reached up and laid her hands on either side of his face. “Boone…let me in. Please.”

  The face he turned to her could have been terrifying. To Maddie, it screamed of inner pain. Like a man balanced on razor’s edge, Boone teetered on the brink.

  All Maddie could do was hold very still. And hold onto Boone.

  Suddenly, he reached for her like a drowning man clawing for shore. With a strength that should have frightened her, Boone pulled her into his body.

  But Maddie wasn’t afraid. Deep within her, she knew this man would never hurt her. He would hurt himself instead.

  Then the time for thought was over. Boone lowered his head to hers and took her mouth.

  All around her, Maddie felt his strength, his power. She yielded gladly, parched almost to dying for his kiss.

  Boone couldn’t think at all. The events of the night, the shuddery debris of adrenaline rage, the too-long pent-up need—all ganged up on him and sent his control careening toward the brink.

  He wanted her, Maddie, the taste of her, the scent of her in his nostrils, the feel of her under his hands. Boone’s ears roared with the wanting, deaf to all sense, to all logic.

  He breathed Maddie into his lungs, absorbed her through his skin. Like a cave creature thrust into sunlight, he was assaulted by too many feelings, too much need. He slid trembling fingers beneath her skirt and sought her warmth, shuddering with the power of his craving.

  Maddie arched her back and pressed her body against him, fingertips gliding through his hair until her nails scraped his scalp.

  Boone didn’t care. She could claw her way down his body and he would welcome the pain. All he knew was that he had to be inside her, had to bury himself deep. He gripped her tighter.

  Until Maddie tensed and whimpered.

  Reality slapped Boone back into the moment. Into the harsh, cold world of what could not be.

  He jerked away, staring at her. What the hell was he doing? How was he any different than Hank? He had to get away from her before he ruined everything.

  Without a word, he headed for the barn.

  Maddie watched him go, torn and confused. She’d been ready for him, swept away by his passion. The power of her own response still shocked her.

  Like the familiar man of stone, Boone walked away. This time she didn’t try to stop him, for deep within her stirred a knowledge of the true danger.

  He could hurt her. Not her body, she didn’t fear that. Something much worse.

  If she let him make love to her as both of them craved, there would be no turning back.

  She had to remember that no matter how much she’d enjoyed this respite, this wasn’t where she belonged. She had new friends to make, a career to build. She would someday own a place of her own.

  There was nothing for her here but a man who didn’t want to want her—and the echoes of a troubled past.

  Even if they could overcome all that, what would she do here? It wasn’t an option to ask Boone to leave here and go with her. He belonged in this place as much as anyone she’d ever known.

  She could make love with Boone on this night, but if she did, she already knew what would happen. Boone would show her passion like nothing she’d ever experienced.

  But it wouldn’t change reality.

  She couldn’t stay, and Boone wouldn’t leave.

  Better to stop now before he broke her heart.

  The next afternoon, Maddie headed for the barn. Boone had risen even earlier than usual, surprising her by leaving a note saying that he would be gone all day but that he’d try to get back for her first riding lesson by four o’clock.

  She’d spent the day cleaning a house Vondell had left perfectly clean. Maddie wasn’t much of a housekeeper, but she needed to stay busy.

  She tried to work up the same excitement she’d felt yesterday about learning to ride —before Boone had kissed her. She did want to learn, but she didn’t want to face Boone.

  Nonsense. You’re made of sterner stuff, Maddie.

  Squaring her shoulders, she headed toward the pen in back of the barn.

  And there he was, intent upon saddling a horse smaller than either horse she’d seen Boone ride.

  The mare moved away as Maddie approached, and Boone reached out to stroke her neck. “Easy, Fancy.” Without turning, he spoke to Maddie. “Come on over to my left side, near her head where she can see you clearly.”

  Maddie didn’t know how he’d known it was her but didn’t worry about it, far more concerned about the horse. It was one thing to think about riding, another to be next to one. Gingerly, she approached.

  Boone finished fastening something on the saddle and patted the horse’s rump. “It’s okay, Fancy. Maddie’s a friend.”

  The tone soothed, just as Boone had soothed the colt the other day. Maddie marveled that he could be so calm. It was as if last night had never happened.

  Until he looked at her. For just one second, Maddie thought Boone might not be as calm as he seemed.

  His voice gave nothing away, however. “Reach out your hand, palm upward, and let her smell you. Like this.” He demonstrated, strong fingers outstretched, wide palm open.

  The mare snuffled at his palm, then shook her head.

  Maddie couldn’t help jumping.

  “She won’t hurt you. She’s very gentle, and quite the lady, aren’t you, Fancy girl?” Boone’s voice wooed her.

  “That’s her name, Fancy?”

  “Fancy Free.”

  Maddie smiled and cast him a quick glance. “I like it. My kind of name.”

  A quick grin skipped across Boone’s face.

  Maddie drew a deep breath and stretched her hand open, holding it beneath the horse’s muzzle.

  The mare blew puffs of air across her palm. Little hairs brushed her skin. Maddie giggled. “It tickles.”

  A quick glance showed Boone grinning. “Yeah.” He dropped a sugar cube in her palm. “Now hold it out again. She’ll be your friend for life. Fancy’s got a real sweet tooth.” Love of the horse suffused his voice.

  Maddie put her palm back in front of Fancy’s muzzle. When the mare lipped at her palm, it was all Maddie could do to keep still.

  Boone chuckled. “I’ve done it for so many years, I don’t notice the sensation.”

  Now Fancy’s head butted her arm.

  Maddie tensed but stood her ground, reaching out on instinct to pet the front of her head, just below the eyes.

  “That’s right. Stroke her there and talk to her. Stroke her neck, too, if you want.”

  “Do I need to feed her something else?”

  “She’s a pig. She’d be twice her size if I let her eat everything she wanted.”

  Maddie placed one hand on the horse’s head, then reached around and stroked her neck. “It’s so smooth, not soft, exactly, but sort of…satiny. You can really feel the muscles beneath the skin.” She turned to Boone. “Is it okay if I scratch behind her ears?”

  “Yeah. Fancy likes it. Slow Dance hates it.”

  “Will you ride him today?”

  “No. I’ll stay on the ground. Anyway, it’s a bad idea to ride a stallion around a mare.”

  “Is she—” Abruptly, Maddie stopped, embarrassed.

  Boone grinned broadly. “In season? No. But stallions always want to show who’s boss. They like
to round up their herds, and you don’t need the distraction. He’d be ordering Fancy around, and we need her to pay attention to you.”

  Just then, the mare swung her head toward Maddie’s. Reflexively, Maddie jumped back.

  “It’s okay. She’s paying attention to you. Just move slowly around her. It’s always a good idea to move slowly and to stay where a horse can see you. If you’re going into the blind spot behind her, make sure the horse knows where you are by keeping a constant touch on her.” He walked toward the horse’s tail. “I’m going to walk behind her, but I’m going to let her know where I am by touching her hindquarters. See?”

  Maddie watched him move to the other side of the horse and face her across the saddle. Fancy shifted, and Maddie stepped back, then frowned at herself.

  “It’s all right. It’s good to have a healthy respect for a horse. They’re big animals, and they can really hurt you. But they also feel your fear and it will upset them. Horses are flight animals—their instinct is to run from a threat. Try to take a deep breath and reach for calm.”

  “Like I do with my yoga?”

  One side of his mouth curved upward. “Yeah, I guess so. Reach into yourself and find a calm place. Horses are very intuitive and sensitive to your moods. Fancy here is even-tempered most of the time, but if you’re upset, she’ll know it.”

  Maddie closed her eyes and breathed deeply, searching for that quiet, blue mountaintop pool she visualized while she meditated.

  Not easy to reach a state of peace while Boone was around, but finally Maddie found it. One more deep breath and she opened her eyes.

  Boone watched her. His gaze held layers. Warmth. Questions. Distrust.

  And something else she was afraid to name.

  “Now move closer to her and touch her again, Maddie.” His voice was a low, husky rumble.

  Maddie had to close her eyes again and breathe deeply to shut out his impact. Then, without looking at him again, she stepped forward and laid one hand on Fancy’s neck and the other just behind the saddle.

  Boone moved around and stood behind her. Maddie could feel him all across her back.

  Fancy stirred.

  “Damn,” Boone muttered under his breath. “Maddie, shut me out. Focus on her and forget me.”