Lakota Renegade (4 page)

“It’s time to go, Jassy.” He stepped away from her and took a deep breath. “This isn’t the time, or the place.”

“When?” she asked. “Where?”

“In about four years,” he muttered, and resettling his hat on his head, he started walking, before lush pink lips and luminous brown eyes changed his mind.

Chapter Four

She was still following him. Creed let out a long sigh, bemused by his feelings for Jassy McCloud. On the one hand, it was kind of flattering, having her trail after him like a love-starved puppy. There was a sweetness about her, a vulnerability, that made him feel protective of her, especially now that her mother was dead.

On the other hand, he spent far too much time thinking about her. He didn’t need a distraction like Jassy McCloud in his life, and one night, when he’d had a little too much to drink, he had told her so.

Follow me all you want
, he had said, his voice harsh and unrelenting,
but it won’t do you any good. I’m not taking you with me. Now, get lost.

She had nodded that she understood, but she had kept following him, hiding in doorways, watching when he left the hotel, waiting outside Jackson’s while he ate breakfast, trailing after him when he went to the saloon. Whenever he caught her at it, she just smiled, her eyes glowing with hope.

It was time to leave town, he mused, before he started giving some serious thought to taking her with him. He had done a lot of fool things in his life, but getting mixed up with a little bit of a girl who wanted a home and a dozen kids would make all his other mistakes look like accomplishments. So he’d head out of town and that would put an end to it.

Tomorrow, he thought. He would leave for Black Hawk tomorrow.

But tomorrow came and went, and Creed didn’t leave town.

* * * * *

Jassy stared at her sister. “You’re leaving town? Where are you going?”

Rose smiled a secret smile as she folded her best dress and added it to the small pile of clothing on the bed. “Ray wants me to meet him in Denver.”

“Denver! But…”

Rose’s eyes narrowed ominously. “But what?”

“He’s…he’s married.”

“No, he’s not.”

“But…”

“He’s not married to Tess.”

“Oh.”

“He’s only stayed with her this long because of Harry. But Harry’s a big boy now.”

Jassy clasped her hands together. “Are you coming back?”

“I hope not.” Rose made a slow pirouette, a dreamy expression on her face. “Wouldn’t it be great if he asked me to…”

“To what?” Jassy stared at her sister. Surely Rose didn’t think Coulter would marry her.

“Never mind.” Rose shoved a couple of crumpled greenbacks into Jassy’s hand. “We’ll be gone a week or so. You stay in the house until I get back, hear?”

“What if you don’t come back?”

Rose made a broad gesture with her hand. “Then I guess all this will be yours.”

A lump of fear congealed in Jassy’s stomach. She wasn’t all that crazy about her sister’s company, but she had never lived alone, had no way to support herself, except… She swallowed the fear rising in her throat. No matter what happened, she wasn’t going to end up working at the Lazy Ace.

“Oh, for crying out loud, don’t fret about it. If we decide to stay in Denver, I’ll send for you.”

“You promise?”

“Sure.”

“When are you leaving?”

“On the evening stage.”

* * * * *

Creed paused on his way out of Roscoe’s Tobacco Shop. Across the way, he saw Jassy’s sister being helped aboard the stage bound for Denver. His gaze swept the boardwalk for some sign of Jassy, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Creed frowned, wondering what Jassy would do if Rose was leaving town for good, and then he swore under his breath. It was none of his business. Jassy was none of his business.

His business or not, he found himself walking down the boardwalk toward Gratton’s. Inside, he quickly wrote a list: sugar, coffee, flour, potatoes, onions, a dozen eggs, a slab of bacon, and handed it to Gratton.

The shopkeeper looked a little surprised as he rang up Creed’s purchases. Creed supposed he couldn’t blame the man. Until today, he’d rarely stepped foot in the place.

After paying for his purchases, Creed made a stop at Mulsteins’ Meat Market, and then headed for Jassy’s. With each step, he told himself he was making a big mistake, but he didn’t turn back.

Minutes later, he was knocking at her door.

Jassy stared up at Creed in astonishment, the beat of her heart increasing with each passing second.

“Creed.” She murmured his name, unable to believe he was really there. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw Rose over at the stage depot.”

“She’s on her way to Denver to meet a…a friend.”

“Is she coming back?”

“Oh, yes,” Jassy said, injecting a note of conviction into her voice. “Next week.”

Creed grunted softly. “Where do want this stuff?”

She noticed the box in his arms for the first time. “What is it?”

“Just some stuff I picked up. Coffee, flour, things like that.”

“Why?”

Creed shrugged. He wasn’t prepared to explain what he didn’t understand himself. “Where do you want it?”

“In here,” Jassy said, and lead the way down the narrow, paint-peeling hallway toward the dingy kitchen.

Creed dropped the box on the rickety table, his gaze sweeping the room. He guessed the walls had once been green, though now they were a dingy shade of gray. The floor was warped and discolored. The homemade table and chairs had obviously seen better days. The cupboard doors hunk askew, the oilcloth that covered the window over the dry sink was ripped down one side.

Damn, he thought, he wouldn’t stable his horse in a dump like this.

Jassy felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she followed Creed’s gaze. The house had always been ugly but now, seeing it through his eyes, it seemed even worse.

She lowered her head so he couldn’t see her embarrassment, wishing she’d never let him inside the house.

“Jassy?”

“What?” She mumbled the word, refusing to meet his gaze.

Creed placed a finger beneath her chin and forced her head up so he could look into her eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be ashamed of, Jassy,” he said quietly. “It isn’t your fault.”

She felt a small glow begin inside her, a flickering flame of gratitude because he understood what she was feeling.

“Think you could fix me something to eat?” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You can bake something besides cookies, can’t you?”

Jassy nodded, warmth flooding through her.

“There’s a couple of steaks in there,” Creed said, gesturing at the box. “I like mine rare.”

“Me, too.”

He stared down at her, wondering what the hell he was doing. The silence stretched between them, thick, palpable. He was aware of the faint scent of soap and sunshine that clung to Jassy’s hair and skin. Her eyes were a warm luminous brown, completely without guile as she returned his gaze.

Creed dragged a hand through his hair. What was he doing here?

“I’m going outside for a smoke,” he muttered and left the kitchen before her nearness made him forget she was just a kid.

Minutes later, he was sitting on the top step, the cigarette in his hand forgotten as he stared into the distance. He wasn’t doing Jassy any favor by being there, he mused bleakly. People being what they were, they would no doubt jump to the conclusion that Jassy had decided to ply her sister’s trade, and that Creed was her first steady customer.

Personally, he had never cared what people thought about him, but he hated to be responsible for blackening Jassy’s reputation. She was a good girl. She deserved a better life than the one that seemed to be waiting for her, certainly a better life than he could give her…

He swore under his breath. Where had
that
thought come from? He didn’t need a woman in his life, especially a white woman, not after what had happened the last time.

Tomorrow, he would buy her enough groceries to last the rest of the week, and then he’d hightail it out of town before he got in any deeper than he already was.

* * * * *

Creed ignored Gratton’s inquisitive gaze as he entered the mercantile the next morning. He heard several curious whispers as he stood at the counter, waiting for Gratton to fill his order, and he knew that the news of his visit to Jassy’s house the night before was already being reported by the good women of the town.

Damn! Well, he’d give them something else to talk about, he thought as he walked back to the ladies’ ready-to-wear department and picked out a pale blue blouse and a flounced skirt made of a dark blue print. He looked around for the green dress, but it was gone.

He told Gratton to add the clothing to his other stuff, dropped a handful of greenbacks on the counter, and left the store, conscious of the speculative stares that followed him out the door.

Jassy looked up at Creed, genuinely surprised to see him.

He hadn’t said anything about coming back after last night. She had never spent an evening alone with a man before and dinner the previous evening had been awkward, at best. Alone with Creed, all rational thought had left her mind. Time and again, she had found herself staring at him, unable to believe he was there, that he had chosen to spend the evening with her.

“Mornin’,” Creed said.

“Good morning.”

He shifted the box in his arms. “I probably ate up most of the grub I bought yesterday,” he said with a wry grin, “so I thought I’d better restock your shelves for you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

A smile bubbled up inside her as she stepped aside to let him in. “Have you had breakfast?”

He shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Eggs and bacon all right with you?”

Creed nodded. Last night, she had proved herself to be a good cook.

He followed her into the kitchen, placed the box on the table, then sat down in one of the dilapidated ladderback chairs and watched her fry up a mess of bacon and eggs. She could probably get a job cooking at one of restaurants, he thought, admiring the sway of her hips as she crossed the floor to take a couple of plates out of the cupboard. The pay wouldn’t add up to much, but it would beat working in one of the cribs.

Jassy smiled shyly as she offered Creed a plate piled high with fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes. She filled his coffee cup, then sat down across from him. Unable to help herself, she pretended that Creed was her husband, that they ate breakfast together every day, that soon he would go off to work and she’d spend the day cleaning and sewing, all the while waiting for his return.

Creed ate in silence, aware of Jassy’s covert glances, of the flush in her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. He wondered what she was thinking that kept the color high in her cheeks but decided it wouldn’t be prudent to ask.

With a sigh, he pushed his plate away and sat back in his chair, one hand fisted around his coffee cup.

“What are you gonna do today?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Rosie told me to stay in the house and keep out of trouble.”

Staying out of trouble sounded like good advice, Creed thought. Too bad he wasn’t smart enough to take it.

“How’d you like to go for a ride?”

“Really? Where? When?”

“Anyplace you like. Now.”

She jumped to her feet, ran around the table, and hugged him. “Oh, Creed, could we go back to the valley where we went before?”

Warning bells went off in his mind as he remembered the kiss they’d shared that day, remembered the way Jassy had molded her body to his, begging him to make love to her.

She read the uncertainty in his expression. The excitement faded from her eyes and she stepped away from him, her hands clenched.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to take me anywhere, Creed.”

“Jassy…”

“It’s all right. I understand.”

She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin in a defiant gesture that went straight to his heart.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, Mr. Maddigan. I can take care of myself.”

“Do you want to go riding or not, Jassy?”

His quiet voice punctured her anger. “Yes, very much.”

“How soon can you be ready?”

Jassy glanced around the kitchen. She’d have to put the rest of the groceries away, wash the dishes, change her clothes. “Half an hour?”

Creed nodded. “Don’t be late,” he said with a wink, and settling his hat on his head, he left the house, whistling softly.

Chapter Five

Creed rode out of town the back way, hoping no one would notice the two of them riding out together. He had stopped at the livery stable and rented an even-tempered bay gelding for Jassy to ride. She had smiled her thanks as he helped her mount, then adjusted her stirrups for her.

Jassy was quiet the first mile or so, and Creed wondered again why he was spending so much time with her, why he didn’t head for Black Hawk and get on with his life. But then he slid a glance in her direction, and he knew why he hadn’t left town. The sun seemed to dance in her hair, making it glow like a living fire. Her gaze darted from side to side, her eyes bright with the wonder of discovery, and it occurred to him that she probably didn’t get out of town very often. Seeing the world through her eyes would be like seeing it for the first time.

She looked over at him and smiled, her expression radiant, her eyes shining with such happiness that it made him ache inside. Time and again, she leaned forward to stroke her horse’s neck and each time Creed’s body hardened as he imagined those untutored fingers running over his chest, down his thigh, imagined her beautiful dark eyes staring up at him, hazy with passion…

Muttering an oath, he slammed the door on his rampant thoughts.

As they rode alongside the stream, Jassy marveled anew at the beauty of the prairie that stretched ahead of them for miles. But it was Creed’s face that drew her attention over and over again. She never tired of looking at him, of watching the easy way he sat in the saddle, the way his gaze moved over the countryside, ever wary, missing nothing. She loved to watch the play of muscles in his back and shoulders when he moved.

Occasionally, she met his glance, felt the heat that smoldered in the depths of his eyes. He was a man grown, she mused, not a boy like Harry Coulter. The thought should have frightened her; instead, it filled her with a sense of exhilaration, as if she were on the verge of some wondrous discovery.

Her heartbeat quickened when they reached the valley. Creed had kissed her here. Unconsciously, she licked her lower lip, remembering, wondering if he would kiss her again.

Creed drew his horse to a halt beneath a lacy willow tree. Dismounting, he lifted Jassy from the bay and slowly lowered her feet to the ground.

She gazed up into his eyes, her every thought, her every desire, shining in her eyes.

And in spite of every warning he’d given himself, Creed Maddigan lowered his head and kissed her, his lips drinking deeply from hers, as if she were life itself and he was a man on the brink of destruction.

Her lips were soft and smooth and warm. At the touch of his tongue, she swayed against him, her breasts pressing against his chest as her lips parted in silent invitation.

Creed wrapped his arms around her and together, they slowly sank to the ground. He kissed her for a long time, his mouth playing softly over her lips, her eyelids, the curve of her cheek, the tip of her nose, the lobe of her ear. His hands burned to explore the gentle contours of her body, but he knew if he touched her, he’d be lost. And so he kissed her instead, his tongue laving the sweet length of her neck, the pulse that vibrated in the hollow of her throat. It was the most exquisitely painful pleasure he had ever known, touching without taking, exploring without possessing.

Jassy moaned softly as the tender torment went on and on. She pressed herself against Creed, her hands roaming over his broad back and shoulders, delighting in the play of powerful muscles beneath her questing fingertips. His body was hard and firm and infinitely fascinating. His kisses made her yearn for something she didn’t fully understand, made her blood race and her heart pound with such ferocity she feared it might burst within her breast. Heat flowed in her and through her until she was on fire for him. And when she thought she might die of the ecstasy wrought by his lips and his tongue, he let her go and stood up.

For a moment, she could only stare at him, too dazed to speak. He stood with his back to her, his hands clenched at his sides, as he drew in several long, shuddering breaths. And then he turned around.

“Come on,” Creed said, offering her his hand, “we’d better go for a walk.”

“A walk?” She blinked up at him through eyes cloudy with desire.

“A walk,” Creed said.

Confused, she placed her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet. “But…”

“But what?”

“I…” She glanced away, embarrassed. “I want you to kiss me some more.”

“And I want to kiss you,” Creed said, his voice raspy and uneven. “And that’s why we’re going for a walk.”

“Is walking a good idea? I mean, what about your leg. Does it still hurt?”

“Not as much as some other places,” Creed muttered cryptically. “Come on, let’s walk.”

She didn’t argue. She was too happy to be with him, too caught up in his nearness, in the taste of his kisses, to let anything dull her happiness.

Hand in hand, they walked across the valley floor, their footsteps muffled by a carpet of thick grass. She listened to the birds singing in the trees, remembering how she had thought the valley looked like a fairy place the last time they had been here.

Now, with her lips still tingling from Creed’s kisses, she knew that it was, indeed, a fairy place, a magical place where old dreams came true, and new ones were born. She slid a glance at Creed. She had read a story once of a frog who had been turned into a prince.

Perhaps, if she believed strongly enough, the same magic could be worked on her gunfighter.

It was near dusk by the time they returned to town.

It had been one of the best days of Jassy’s life. They had taken a long walk, not saying much, but Jassy’s insides had been aflutter with happiness. She had loved the feel of Creed’s hand holding hers. His fingers were long and strong, his palm calloused and warm. Time and again her gaze had strayed to his face, admiring his profile, feeling her heart swell with happiness when his gaze met hers.

They had stopped to rest beneath a tree. Jassy had made a daisy chain, but lacked the nerve to put it around his neck, afraid he would think it foolish. And then, unexpectedly, he had picked a wild rose and handed it her.

Now, she held the fragrant flower in her hand as he tethered the horses to the porch rail.

Creed removed his hat, ran a hand through his hair before settling his Stetson on his head again.

“I had a nice time, Creed,” Jassy said shyly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Would you like to stay for supper?”

He meant to say no, but it came out yes, and when he saw the smile that lit up her face, he knew he’d made the right decision.

“You go on inside,” he said, “I’d best get this horse back to the livery before old man Crowley accuses me of stealing one of his broomtails.”

“I’ll start dinner,” Jassy said, and whirling around, she hurried inside. He was staying!

She had a couple of steaks frying when he got back. The rose he had given her was in a chipped glass in the middle of the kitchen table.

For a moment, Creed stood in the doorway, a frown on his face as he watched Jassy. She had tied an apron over her dress, and he could hear her humming softly as she turned the steaks.

What would it be like, he wondered, to have a woman to look after him, to fret over him and fuss at him?

He swore softly. Now, where had
that
thought come from?

Jassy turned away from the stove, and her face lit up like it always did when she saw him. He tried not to admit how much he liked that smile that seemed to be for him alone.

“Sit down,” she said. “Supper’s almost ready.”

He tossed his hat on the counter, dragged a chair out from the table and sat down.

“You must be getting tired of cooking for me,” he muttered.

“No, I like it,” Jassy said quickly and then flushed. “I mean, well, I like to cook, but Rosie eats out most of the time, and it’s no fun to cook for myself…”

She bit down on her lower lip, one hand fisted around a large wooden spoon. “I do like cooking for you, Creed. I like having you here, with me.”

He swore under his breath and then admitted, reluctantly, “And I like being here.”

“You do?”

“Honey, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Honey. He’d called her honey! The word flowed through her, warm and sweet, and then curled around her heart.

When supper was ready, she sat across from him, almost too happy to eat. They didn’t say much, but the silence between them wasn’t the least bit awkward.

When the meal was over, Creed went outside to smoke a cigarette while Jassy washed and dried the dishes, and then they sat on the porch together, his arm around her shoulder, while they watched the stars come alive in the sky.

“I’d better be going,” Creed said after a long while, and when she didn’t reply, he realized she’d fallen asleep.

Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to bed, removed her shoes, covered her with a blanket. He was about to leave when she caught him by the hand.

“Stay,” she whispered.

He looked down at her and slowly shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please. I’m afraid to be here alone.”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“Of being alone in the dark.” Her hand held his tighter. “I…I had a nightmare last night, and I’m afraid to go to sleep.”

“What kind of nightmare?”

“I don’t remember. Only that it terrified me. I woke up crying, and there was no one here.”

He placed his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze. “Sure, honey, I’ll stay.”

“You can sleep in Rose’s room, if you want.”

Creed shook his head. “I’ll bed down on the sofa in the front room.” He kissed her fingertips, then let go of her hand.

“Thank you, Creed.”

“No thanks needed, honey. You get some sleep now.”

“Would you kiss me good night?”

He took a deep, steadying breath, then bent down and kissed her cheek.

“Good night, Jassy,” he said hoarsely, and got himself out of there before he succumbed to the sweet temptation of pale pink lips and beguiling earth-brown eyes.