The Girl's Guide to (Man)Hunting (31 page)

“Oh, of course,” she mumbled, and halfheartedly listened as the woman chirped instructions in her ear. She hung up after agreeing to head into Houston tomorrow to get the tests taken care of.

Her mind was still stuck on Dane, and her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. When had this turnabout happened? When had she gone from user to the one being used? Was she truly that stupid? He’d promised her he’d tell them. Promised. And he’d been so sweet and charming about it. He’d been the one to suggest it, not her.

Someone was lying to her. Maybe Beth Ann had heard wrong. Maybe Colt was lying.

Instead of going home, she turned her car onto the highway, heading for the Daughtry Ranch, her heart aching with every mile. When she turned in, the parking lot had a scatter of cars. They had a class today. She stepped over the rope railing that served as a partition for the parking lot and began to stride through the grass, heading for one of the trails. This class would be students. He couldn’t be taking them far—

“Can I help you?”

A man jogged up behind her, and Miranda wasn’t thrilled to see it was Grant.

“Hey, Miranda,” Grant said with an easy smile. “We didn’t get a chance to talk the other day. It’s nice to see you again—”

“I’m looking for Dane,” she said, continuing to stomp forward.

“He’s out in a class right now. He won’t be back until tomorrow.” Grant parked himself in front of her, effectively blocking the path. “Is there something that I can help you with?”

“I really need to talk to Dane, actually—”

Grant didn’t budge, but he gave her a friendly smile and gestured back at the main cabin. “You want to come in and hang out for a bit since you’re here? Colt’s out with students, too, so it’s just me and Brenna. We can catch up—I hear you’ve been here in Bluebonnet for the past nine years.”

Oh, lovely. Like she wanted to talk about the town right now. “I just…”

Grant smiled at her. “This is perfect, actually. We were hoping you’d come back. We need your picture for the student hall of fame board.”

She gestured at the woods. “But Dane—”

“He doesn’t have to be involved for the picture,” Grant said with an easy smile. “It’s fine.”

She stared at him for a long, long moment, not moving. Waiting for him to break character, to show her that he’d been teasing and he knew perfectly well that she was in a relationship with Dane. That he was just giving her a hard time.

But he said nothing, continued to patiently wait for her.

“Did you know I fucked Dane?”

He stiffened, his smiling expression growing dark. “Excuse me?”

“I was one of Dane’s students,” she pointed out, hurt by his shocked surprise and wanting to hurt back. “I approached him that first night and made a pass at him. Then we met in the woods and he fucked me. And then we fucked almost every night out there.”

Grant’s face grew stiff with anger, his mouth thinning. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, actually. He loves fucking me. In fact, we’re still fucking,” she said with a bitter laugh. “He disappears at my house every night and we fuck like bunnies until morning.” Fury and hurt exploded through her. “He told me he was going to tell you and Colt that we’re sleeping together, but it looks like that was a lie. I’m guessing that isn’t the only thing he’s lied about lately, huh?”

The words choked in her throat, and she whirled to go, stomping away on the gravel path back to the parking lot. She waited for him to try and stop her, but he didn’t, and when she looked back, Grant was staring at the woods with a thoughtful expression.

Miranda slammed the car door and drove home.

Time to put the plan in action.

“Just remember that we do all kinds of survival classes—from school-age to adult, beginners to experts.” Dane said as he shook hands and offered pamphlets. The class had gone well—it was their first school group, and he’d been a little nervous, but the kids had taken to the classes with enthusiasm. There’d been no
problems on the overnight, and they’d all had a good time telling stories around the campfire and bunking out. The class should have wrapped earlier today, but the kids had been so enthusiastic that he’d dragged the lessons out for a bit longer and then treated them to a round of paintball, and they’d been more than happy to take him up on it. It had been fun. He liked kids. He wouldn’t mind doing more classes with children, he decided, and made a mental note to ask Brenna to schedule more of them. Maybe they could do a summer survival camp for kids.

Brenna jogged up next to him. “Oh, good. You’re back. Grant’s been looking for you since yesterday.”

He tried not to groan. Grant was not his favorite person to see at the end of a class. The micromanager in his friend wanted a complete detail of how the class had gone, from what tasks they’d performed to what each person had worn. Grant wanted to take all the details that he could and record them, and then study and analyze in the hopes of improving the client experience. Of course, Colt thought he did it just to keep himself occupied. Dane wasn’t sure. Either way, a long, intensive, detailed narration was not what he had in mind right now. He missed Miranda and wanted to go home and curl up in bed with her. “Grant? What about?”

“Dunno,” Brenna said, shrugging her shoulders and wrinkling her nose, as if the thought of Grant made her queasy. “He was upset about something. Insisted on talking to you as soon as you got back. If you want to run out, now’s the time.”

He grinned at Brenna. She was like a kid sister to him and Colt. To Grant, she was a messy, disorganized, lackadaisical nemesis. She didn’t care for Grant’s micromanagement either, and would have been fired a long time ago if it wasn’t for Colt
and Dane. “All right,” he said, and squinted up at the setting sun. “It’s getting late. I’m going to head into town for the night. If he’s looking for me, tell him I’ll be back tomorrow morning for the next class.”

She winked at him, her green eyes laughing. “Got it. I will thoroughly enjoy telling him that.”

“I imagine you will.” Dane laughed.

Miranda’s street was dark, but the lights were on in her bedroom, and he knocked at the front door softly. The wildflowers in his hand had seemed vibrant when he’d picked them back at the ranch, but they had wilted in the car on the drive over. Hopefully that wasn’t a sign of how the evening would go.

“It’s open,” she called.

He stepped inside. The living room was dark and tidied—the boxes that had scattered the room were stacked neatly in the corner of the room. He couldn’t tell where she’d unpacked more, however. Lights flickered in the bedroom, and he headed in that direction.

The room was lit with dozens of flickering candles, the bed stripped of everything but a sheet. Miranda lay on the bed, completely naked except for a pair of red fuck-me pumps and a slick of lip gloss. His cock went immediately hard at the sight.

“Welcome back,” she said in a soft, throaty voice. “I missed you.”

Damn, he’d missed her, too. He watched her sit up, dark brown hair spilling over her shoulder, and felt as if he was going to lose control right then and there. The sultry way she was eyeing him did crazy things to his mind.

“This is a nice surprise,” he said, grinning, and presented the flowers. “Makes mine seem kind of pathetic in comparison.”

“That’s okay,” she said lightly, getting up from the bed and taking the flowers out of his hands. “I’ll make up for it.”

Her hands were immediately on his shirt, tugging it over his head and then tossing it to the side. He leaned in to kiss her, but she gave him a teasing, coy smile. “My turn to lead tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” Dane sucked in a breath when her hand went to his cock and stroked it through the fabric of his jeans.

“Hard already,” she purred. “Guess you did miss me.”

“Like crazy,” he said, leaning in to kiss her.

Again, she moved away, giving him a coquettish little frown. “My games tonight.”

“You want to be in charge?” At her sexy little nod, he felt a thrill flow through his body. “All right.”

She ran her hands over his skin as she undressed him, ripping his clothes away from his body.

It was an incredible turn-on, and yet…there was something about Miranda’s single-mindedness that was bothering him. When she ripped his boxers away, he grasped her hands and pulled her naked body against his. “Slow down. We have all night.”

She relaxed against him, her hands stroking over his skin. “Sorry,” she said with a breathless smile. “I was getting carried away.”

“Oh?”

“I have a surprise for you.” There was a fierce glint in her eyes.

His hands slid down, cupped her beautiful ass and pulled her against him. “I’m all ears.”

She wriggled out of his grasp and crossed the room to the side of the bed. Miranda reached into her nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

And she gave him an expectant look.

Well, damn. His sweet little Miranda was taking control of her wilder side, and he liked it. Dane grinned. “Are those for me to use on you?”

“After I get to play with you,” she said coyly. “Volunteers get a special treat.”

“Then I’m definitely volunteering,” he murmured huskily. With that, he extended a wrist out to her.

She linked the handcuffs over one wrist, and trembled. So turned on she was shivering? The thought made him even harder, and he groaned, nuzzling into her thick, silky hair. She shuddered at his touch and led him to the bed, then handcuffed one wrist to one of the wooden posts of her bed. He lay on his back, testing his left wrist, which she’d cuffed to the left post on her bed; his arm stretched over his head, though not uncomfortably so. To his surprise, she took out a second set of handcuffs and reached for his other wrist, her eyes hot as she gazed at him.

Did she expect him to flinch away? He offered her his wrist. “I’m all yours.”

She gave him a wry smile and locked his other cuffed wrist to the opposite post on the bed, then crawled over him. The brushing of her ass and breasts against his body was driving him wild, and he groaned low in his throat, his balls tight with pleasure.

To his surprise, though, she continued off the bed and moved to the far side of the room. Another surprise? He strained against the cuffs as she rummaged in a drawer, trying to see what she’d
pull out. A feather? Chocolate sauce? A dildo? Damn, he hoped not. He swung a lot of ways, but a chick using a dildo on him wasn’t really his thing—

Suddenly, she turned and he was blinded by a flash. “What the—”

Click. Click click click.

He stared up at Miranda. She held a camera, and she was taking pictures of him. Naked. And turned on. Cuffed to her bed.

He jerked. He hadn’t given permission for this, and this felt…invasive. “Miranda, what the fuck? Put the camera down.”

“No.” Her voice was hard and cold.
Click click.

He stared at her. What the hell was her problem? “This isn’t funny. Put the camera down.”

“You’re right, it’s not funny.” She took a few more snaps and then changed the settings on the camera, glancing through the photos she’d just taken. “And now you know how it feels, don’t you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He was starting to get mad now, jerking at the cuffs. Damn it, he’d trusted her to tie him up, and this was what she did? “Miranda, untie me—now. Now.”

“You know what I’m talking about,” she cried, setting the camera aside and shrugging on a sundress and panties.

Dread crawled through his stomach as he watched her dress. She…she wasn’t leaving, was she? Why was she getting dressed? The uneasy feeling in his mind intensified. Even more upsetting was the look of anguish on her face. “Miranda—”

“I thought you were different! I thought you had changed, and then I find out
nothing
has changed.”

“Miranda, I don’t understand—”

“Why are the pictures still up? After all this time? Do you hate me? Is that it? Is that why you didn’t tell your friends about me? Just having a laugh with slutty Miranda Hill, is that it?”

Pictures? What pictures? The ones she’d just taken? She wasn’t making sense. She knew he hadn’t said anything? And wait—Slutty? “No! I—What are you talking about?”

She straightened her dress and picked up the camera again, breasts heaving as if she couldn’t get enough air. “You and I are through tonight, Dane Croft. Through once and for all. I was an idiot, because after we started talking again, I thought maybe you’d changed. You weren’t the asshole that I thought you were, but I suppose it’s my fault for being stupid enough to fall for a pretty face. Well, it’s my fault no longer.” She shook the camera. “I have these pictures of you, Dane. That’s why I went on that camping trip. It wasn’t to learn survival skills. It was to get compromising pictures of you and ruin your life the way you ruined mine. I got what I wanted, and you can expect these pictures to show up on the Internet in the next few days.” She tapped her chin. “Or maybe I’ll sell them to a tabloid. I haven’t decided.”

“Miranda!”

“Good-bye, Dane. You’re never going to see me again.” With that, she exited the room.

He stared at her in shock. What the fuck was all that? Why was she taking pictures of him—naked, for fuck’s sake—and declaring that she was never going to see him again? He was in her goddamn house. She had to be coming back.

She
was
coming back, wasn’t she?

Suddenly paranoid, he jerked at the cuffs, twisting his hands. Tight and unyielding. He couldn’t slip his wrists through.
Damn. Maybe if he jerked hard, he could break the bed. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on—or why Miranda had suddenly gone psycho—but he intended to find out.

Juuuuust
as soon as he got free.

For the next few minutes, he strained hard, clenching his fists and jerking at the bedpost. It was no good—he couldn’t get the right angle. Dammit.

He heard the door in the living room and stiffened. Had she called in someone else? Was she inviting her friends to come and gawk? They wouldn’t have much to see—his cock had pretty much shriveled at this point.

But no—Miranda stumbled in a moment later, clutching the camera and crying as if her heart were breaking. It made his own gut give a miserable twist—God, why was she so very unhappy? His own anger at her disappeared at the sight of her misery.