Born to Be Wild

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Authors: Donna Kauffman

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The Three Musketeers: Born to Be Wild
is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

A Loveswept eBook Edition

Copyright © 1995 by Donna Kauffman
Excerpt from
Blaze of Winter
by Elisabeth Barrett © 2012 by Elisabeth Barrett.
Excerpt from
Light My Fire
by Donna Kauffman copyright © 1997 by Donna Kauffman.
Excerpt from
Santerra’s Sin
by Donna Kauffman copyright © 1996 by Donna Kauffman.

All Rights Reserved.

Published in the United States by Loveswept, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

LOVESWEPT and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc.

The Three Musketeers: Born to Be Wild
was originally published in paperback by Loveswept, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc. in 1995.

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eISBN: 978-0-345-53731-7

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Contents
PROLOGUE

He plummeted toward the earth.

Zach Brogan arched his back, thrusting his chest and hips forward. Cool air buffeted his body as a familiar inner heat rapidly consumed him, making his fingertips tingle and his toes curl. He savored the incredibly odd dual sensations of feeling both weightless and stone-heavy while the ground rushed up to meet him.

God, this was almost better than sex.

The never-ending vista of arid, desolate landscape lay fully exposed below him, and his mind seized every detail, living each second of the free fall to the fullest.

The Atacama Desert in northern Chile wasn’t the most hospitable place in the world and probably ranked about dead last as a vacation locale. Unless, of course, you enjoyed the challenge of finding your way out of a cold desert with little or no resources except your skill as a survivor.

For Zach, the land below was his own version of Disneyland. Deserts, mountains, volcanoes, mild rain
forest vegetation, rugged steep cliffs that hugged the ocean, all courtesy of one country. A thrill-seeker’s paradise.

“Hot damn, this is a rush!”

The words crackled across the stratosphere into the headphones inside Zach’s helmet. The addictive intimacy of those first few moments of free flight dissolved, and Zach let it go without remorse. He’d felt it before. He’d feel it again.

The broad grin came naturally as he shot a thumbs-up to the man falling through space beside him, automatically running a mental checkup on his client’s position. Posture good. Chute release properly positioned between his fingers.

Zach lowered his chin and spoke into the small microphone. “Two seconds.”

The man next to him nodded and returned the thumbs-up. A breath later he disappeared from sight. Up, up, and away.

Zach rolled and looked up into the startling blue afternoon sky, making sure the canopy and pilot chute had opened properly and that Cortinez was following correct procedure, then returned his attention to the ground.

He should pull now, but he didn’t. Pushing, pushing … Another hot rush stole over his skin; his pulse pounded, he grew hard.

At the last possible moment he yanked the cord.

ONE

Today her dream job had all the makings of a perfect nightmare. Dara Colbourne rushed down the hallway to her office. “I should have known better than to stop off at Cavendish’s office on the way in.” She swore under her breath, a common occurrence after a meeting with Dream A Little Dream’s founder. “That man gives new meaning to the term benevolent dictator.”

She shifted the pile of folders threatening to topple from her arms, careful not to jostle the cup of now-cold coffee in her hand. She’d hoped to go over her notes one last time before confronting her first appointment. And a confrontation it was likely to be. Having the upper hand right from the start was imperative if she was to get this over with quickly.

Of course, during their history together she’d never once had the upper hand with him, but she was a firm believer in positive thinking. Besides, a lot could change in fifteen years.

“Please, let him be soft and slow,” she muttered,
knowing that particular prayer wouldn’t be answered but asking anyway. “And late.”

Using her hip, she bumped open the door. It moved two inches, hit something solid and swung swiftly backward. Directly into her coffee cup.

“Oh!” The cold brew soaked through her favorite white silk shirt. Her once-favorite white silk shirt, she amended silently, staring down at the blotchy brown mess.

Her office door swung open again, and a tall, broad body filled the entrance. Biting down on a curse, Dara looked up. Past faded, dusty jeans that became increasingly formfitting, past the black T-shirt tucked snugly enough to showcase the flat abdomen it covered, past the words “No Fear Gear” scrawled in electric blue across a vast expanse of hard-muscled chest, past the tanned neck framed with unruly blond hair, and came to rest on the pair of mischief-filled brown eyes that had haunted her throughout her childhood.

Eyes she’d once thought—hoped, prayed fervently even—she’d never have to see again.

The cold coffee dripped between her breasts and trickled out beneath her bra to track down her stomach. “Zach Brogan.” She smiled dryly. “How nice to see you again.”

His wink was as sexy as it was audacious. “Sure you saw enough?”

The voice was still teasing, but rather than high-pitched and ornery, it was low and dark. Not sounding remotely like the teenager he’d been the last time she’d seen him. So much for soft or slow.

“I can show you more if you like,” he added easily.
His grin spread, flashing even rows of perfect white teeth. It was nothing short of astonishing just how incredibly generous Mother Nature had been to him.

More proof that life wasn’t fair.

A truth she worked to change every day, and one she doubted he had even a passing acquaintance with.

“Well,” she said with studied nonchalance. “The body has improved, Brogan. But the mind is still in grade school.”

He made a sizzling sound and shot her a mock wounded look. “Little Dart, Still a fire-breather, I see.” Zach lifted the pile of folders from her arms without asking, the unwieldy stack looking somehow small and manageable in his big arms. “It’s been a long time.” He inclined his head, motioning her into the office ahead of him.

“Fifteen years,” she responded, moving quickly past him.

“Seems hard to believe we never bumped into each other in all that time.”

It wasn’t hard for her to believe. She’d been fifteen when her mother had remarried and they’d moved from Madison County to Fairfax. Both counties were in the state of Virginia, not fifty miles apart, but back then it had seemed a galaxy away. Her twin brother, Dane, had worked hard over the years to maintain his friendship with Zach.

Dara had just thanked her lucky stars to be rid of him.

She heard him close the door behind her. “We don’t exactly move in the same circles,” she said finally, not really wanting to get into their particular past.

“No. I don’t imagine you travel in a circle at all. More of a straight-line type, I hear.”

The underlying edge in his statement caught her off guard, but she managed to swallow the retort that sprang to her lips. After all, she wasn’t an awkward teenager any longer. She could hold her own against the likes of one Zach Brogan without resorting to childish one-upman-ship.

Leaving him by the door, she walked directly to her desk, grabbing the box of tissues sitting on one corner. His gaze on her back was a tangible thing, and she was surprised at the instant of awareness the knowledge provoked in her. It took an annoying bit of extra concentration to keep her hands steady.

Of all the emotions she’d have expected to feel upon facing her childhood tormentor again, sexual awareness hadn’t even made the list. Oh, Dane had kept her informed over the years of just how charming and dashing all the ladies thought Zach to be. But that had been the case all through school, beginning with kindergarten when he’d wrapped poor Mrs. Potter around his then-pudgy pinky finger by asking her to marry him on the second day of class.

Dara, on the other hand, had been completely immune to it—inoculated early on by his endless pranks at her expense—and she really hadn’t imagined time would change that. His globe-trotting, wild man lifestyle might seem exciting and exotic to some women, but Dara was no longer drawn to bold, larger-than-life males. It had taken several painful lessons for it to sink in, beginning when she was eleven and her much-adored pilot father
had died, and finally, mercifully, ending with the death of her athlete fiancé when she was in college.

Bold and brash may have enticed her when she was young; she’d been quite the daredevil herself as a kid. But that was then. She’d grown up and entered the real world. And she’d never looked back.

She certainly didn’t plan to now.

The stack of folders appeared on her desk as she dabbed at the sticky mess on the front of her shirt, jerking her thoughts back to the present. She felt his warm breath on her neck an instant before he spoke.

“I’d help you with that,” Zach said, his deep voice touched with humor, “but I bet Dane we’d go ten minutes before you slugged me, and I don’t want to lose twenty bucks.”

The tissue she’d been pulling from the box ripped in half at the sudden jerk of her hand. “Your money’s safe,” she said after a moment, hating the smile that threatened. “I can handle it,” she added, hoping she wasn’t lying. Yanking a wad of tissues from the box, she edged away from him, dabbing at her blouse while she moved behind her desk.

She’d just made the mistake of thinking of him the way he’d been the last time she’d seen him; an immature teenager just discovering the joys of testosterone. She stupidly hadn’t factored in the reality that he was now a man full grown. A man who likely knew just what to do with all that testosterone.

Steadfastly ignoring the responding tingle that idea brought on, she looked down and swiftly rearranged the stack of folders on her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

He brushed off the back of his jeans and sat in one of the padded leather chairs across the desk, his huge frame dwarfing the hand-tooled seat.

Catching her looking at the fine layer of dust he’d just sent sifting to her Persian rug, he smiled and shrugged. “Desert dust. The Chilean airstrip I used didn’t exactly come equipped with a changing room. And once I hit Dulles, I figured I was beyond redemption.” His grin made it clear he wasn’t the least disturbed by that notion.

Beyond redemption. Even dusty with a day or two’s growth of beard, she was forced to admit he was sexier than sin. And the devil himself would kill for that smile.

She ignored it. “I appreciate your making it here today,” she said, putting all the poised professionalism she’d earned over the last eight years into her voice.

His raised eyebrow questioned her sincerity, but all he said was, “I understand you have a problem with using my company, The Great Escape, in conjunction with a donation made to the foundation.”

“It’s not personal, Zach. Really.”

His smile was as dry as the desert dust coating her carpet. “Really.”

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