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So what if Kade might see that she was there? She sure as hell didn’t need to talk to him. She didn’t even need to so much as look at him.

Yeah, brilliant plan. Too bad it fell apart the moment she took two paces away from her table.

She felt Kade’s quicksilver eyes slicing through the crowd to zero in on her like twin laser beams. His gaze went through her every nerve ending in much the same way—hot, electric. Alex tried to ignore the effect he had on her, which was made a bit easier when she separated Big Dave’s grating voice from the others and heard him bragging about his recent hunting exploits while Kade
smiled and nodded along like he was hanging out with his best friends.

Twenty-four hours in town and he was one of the good ol’ boys already. How freaking nice for him
.

Disgusted, Alex continued on past the jukebox to the restroom. Breathing a small sigh of relief to find it unoccupied, she went right in and did her business, rolling her eyes as the good times and laughter continued on the other side of the locked door. It wasn’t until she was at the sink washing her hands that she happened to look up into the mirror and saw a tired, haggard reflection of herself staring back at her.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, wishing she’d at least taken the time to dab on some mascara when she left the house tonight. And maybe paused long enough to drag a brush through her windblown, wrecked mop of hair.

She made a futile attempt at smoothing some of the blond flyaways, but there wasn’t a lot she could do. No wonder Kade stared as he had. She looked like a walking Medusa who hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in about a week straight—which was just about accurate, come to think of it.

Had she looked this bad when she saw him earlier today? She hoped not. She hoped he hadn’t thought—

“For crying out loud. Why should you give a rat’s ass what he thinks, huh?” she told the hopeless face in the mirror. “That man out there is the last person you need to impress.”

Alex nodded at her own advice, at the same time wondering if everything that had happened lately had pushed her past some invisible line where it was suddenly acceptable to have conversations with her own reflection. Bad
enough she talked to Luna as if the wolf dog could understand every word; this was taking things just a bit too far.

Taking a deep breath, Alex hooked her unruly hair behind her ears, then opened the bathroom door and stepped outside.

“Everything all right in there?”

Kade. Oh, God
.

He leaned on the edge of the jukebox, which she noticed had finally coughed up the song she’d chosen nearly an hour ago. He was grinning at her, humor playing at the corners of his broad mouth and in the pale light of his eyes. Had he possibly heard her berating herself over the irony of Sheryl Crow singing about her favorite mistake?

“I see you’re making friends in Harmony already.”

He grunted, shot a casual look over at the knot of men who were still pounding down beers before turning all of his attention back on her. “Big Dave and some of the others are going to track the wolf pack that’s been spotted around here lately. They asked me to join them.”

Alex scoffed. “Congratulations. I’m sure you’ll all have a great time.”

As she brushed past him, he said, “I also heard tonight about a death in the bush late last winter that seemed suspicious. A Native man, living by himself in a cabin ten miles northwest of Harmony. Big Dave seems to think wolves were responsible for that one, too.”

Alex pivoted back, shaking her head. “You’re talking about Henry Tulak? He was a drinker and a little bit crazy. He most likely did something stupid and died of exposure.”

Kade lifted one thick shoulder. “Big Dave and the others said nothing could be proven because Tulak’s body
wasn’t discovered until the spring thaw. Nothing left of him by then but a few bones.”

“And if you lived in the interior for any amount of time—as you claim—you’d know that nothing lasts for long in the bush. If the elements don’t absorb you, the scavengers will. It doesn’t mean that wolves killed that man.”

“Maybe not,” Kade said. “Except the rumor is that the last time anyone saw Tulak alive, he was talking about seeing a wolf pack prowling around his place. Said he felt like they were sizing him up, waiting for the chance to strike.”

Alex’s frustration spiked to hear this kind of bullshit perpetuated, and especially by Kade, whom she would have guessed to be smarter than Big Dave Grant and his band of boneheads. “Big Dave would say anything to get folks riled up. That’s his nature. If I were you, I wouldn’t put too much stock in what he says.”

“I’m here to gather information, Alex. Right now, Big Dave seems to be the most forthcoming. All I’m getting from everyone else in this town is evasions and half-truths, neither of which interests me.”

Okay, now she was offended. Her internal barometer blazed right through frustration and into fury. “Why are you really here? Talk about evasions and half-truths! Look at you. You show up here, nobody knows you, nobody even knows where you came from—”

“I told you, north of Fairbanks. By way of Boston, if we’re going to start being honest with each other now.”

So, he wasn’t actually from Alaska, just flew in from Outside. She couldn’t have been less surprised. As casually as she could, she put her hand down on top of his forearm and leaned in closer, as though she were a cop questioning an uncooperative witness. “How did you get to Harmony
when everyone else has been grounded by bad weather the past several days? For that matter, how did you get out to the Toms settlement after you left Harmony last night?”

“I walked. On snowshoes, of course.”

“You walked more than forty miles in the middle of the night.” Alex laughed, but without humor. She listened for the prickling of her instincts as she kept her hand resting on his arm, waiting for her senses to tell her whether he was trustworthy. Nothing registered. He was as clear as glass, unreadable. Still, that didn’t change the crock he was trying to feed her. “Such bullshit. You stand there and accuse me of lying to you, when you’ve told me nothing about yourself other than your name is Kade and you’re a bounty hunter looking to cash in on an innocent pack of wolves.”

He gave only the barest shake of his head. “I never said I came here to hunt wolves, for a bounty or otherwise. You made an assumption. And you are wrong.”

“Okay, I give up then. What are you doing here, and why did you come loaded up with a hell of a lot of serious firepower? What exactly do you want, Kade, the non–wolf hunter from north of Fairbanks by way of Boston?”

“I told you that when we talked earlier today. I want answers. I need to have the truth—the entire truth—about what happened to your friends. I think you can help me with that, Alex. I think you might be the only person who can.”

He glanced down to where her hand was still settled on his arm. Alex abruptly drew it away, his deep voice vibrating inside her, his words making her feel that she possibly could trust him, whether her instincts could confirm it or not.

She did not want to warm to him, dammit. She didn’t
want to put her trust in anything he said when her heart was racing at hyperspeed and everything in her screamed for her to run. Run, before she made the mistake of letting this man into her private hell when she didn’t know anything about him.

“What are you trying to pull?” she asked softly, wishing she had the strength just to walk away and leave him standing there instead of giving in to the curiosity that made her want to know more. “What kind of game are you playing here?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, despite the intense steadiness of his gaze that said there wasn’t much that escaped his keen intellect. “What game do you think I’m playing?”

Alex stared back at him, forcing herself to try to read in his eyes all the things he probably wouldn’t tell her. “You tell me you’re not a wolf hunter, but you let Big Dave and the other men believe that you are. You tell me you want information from me, yet you give up nothing in return. You’re either one of the good guys, or you’re not. So, which one are you, Kade?”

Something flickered across his expression. “Do you view everything in terms of right or wrong, black or white? Is everyone either good or bad in your judgment?”

“Yes, they are.” She hadn’t really thought about it in those terms, but she had to admit she took a certain comfort in the clarity of that. Right was right and wrong was wrong. In her experience, there was a very distinct line between good and bad.

And Kade still hadn’t answered her question.

To her astonishment, he reached out and brushed his fingers across her cheek where some of her tangled hair had fallen into her face. She knew she should balk at the
uninvited touch, but the warmth of his caress—even as fleeting as it was—felt too good to deny. “You can be honest with me, Alex. You can trust me that whatever you tell me, I mean you no harm.”

God help her, but she was tempted to blurt out everything right then and there.

She didn’t know this man from Adam, really, and yet when she was looking in his eyes, still feeling the trailing heat of his touch on her skin, she wanted to believe that she truly could trust him. In some frightened, little-girl corner of her heart, she actually hoped that he might be able to help her banish some of the demons that had haunted her nearly all her life.

She felt, inexplicably, that if she told him about the beasts that killed her mom and her little brother—the same beasts she felt certain had killed the Toms family, as well—Kade would understand. That he, of all people, would be her strongest ally.

“You can tell me,” he said, his deep voice so gentle and coaxing. “Tell me about the track in the snow. You know what made that footprint, don’t you? Tell me, Alex. I want to help you, but I need you to help me first.”

“I …” Alex swallowed hard, finding it took more effort than she expected to work up her courage. “What I saw … it’s hard to say the words …”

“I know. But it’s okay, I promise. You’re safe with me.”

She drew in a nervous breath and got a sudden whiff of acrid smoke and the odor of unwashed clothing from somewhere nearby. No sooner had she registered the stale stench than she saw Skeeter Arnold and a couple of his stoner buddies shuffling from the bar back to the game room. A cell phone decorated in a skull-and-crossbones motif in one hand, a beer in the other, Skeeter tipped his
bottle in Kade’s direction as he passed. “Thanks for the brewskies, dude. That was straight-up righteous of you, man.”

Kade hardly spared Skeeter a glance, but Alex couldn’t hide her revulsion. And she was glad for it, because the disgust she felt for Skeeter Arnold doused some of the temporary insanity that was making her think she could trust the stranger who was playing her like an instrument of his own design.

“I take it you aren’t fond of that guy,” Kade said as Alex weathered an inward shudder of repugnance.

She grunted. “You know that video you mentioned to me, the footage of the Toms family that had been uploaded to the Internet? Well, that’s the creep who did it.”

Kade’s eyes narrowed as they locked on to Skeeter from across the room. His gaze was more than intense—it was lethal. And as Alex watched him, she noticed that the pattern of tattoos on his forearms, part of them just visible under the pushed-up sleeves of his shirt, were not the henna color she remembered but a dark shade of deep blue-black.

Well, that was certainly odd.

Maybe she’d had one beer too many if she was seeing his tattoos change colors. Or maybe she simply remembered wrong. She’d been so gobsmacked by the unexpected sight of him at the Toms place earlier today, not to mention the fact that his incredible body had been half naked besides, it was completely possible that she’d mistaken the color of his ink. Except she’d never seen such an amazing work of body art ever in her life, and the image of him standing there, buttoning up his jeans like she’d just roused him out of bed, was a sight burned indelibly into her memory.

After a long minute of searing Skeeter Arnold with his eyes, Kade finally looked back at Alex. “I’ll deal with him later. What you have to say is more important.”

Alex took a step back now, sensing the danger in the man even though he was speaking to her in the same gentle tones as before. But something was different. There was an air of menace about him that put her on edge.

And there remained the fact that when she’d asked him if he was good or bad, he hadn’t answered her.

“I think I’d better go now,” she murmured, retreating another step before making a quick dodge past him.

“Alex,” she heard him call from behind her.

But she kept moving, cutting through the knot of people packed into the bar and desperate for some cold, sobering air—and freedom from her troubling, visceral response to Kade.

CHAPTER
Nine

K
ade exhaled a low growl as he watched Alex cut through the tavern and all but run for the exit.

He had pushed a little too hard with her, a tactic he should have known would fail just from the brief time he’d spent around her, studying the way she operated. Alexandra Maguire only dug in her heels harder if someone attempted to lean on her.