Rocky Mountain Miracle (14 page)

“I never thought you would.” And he hadn't. That was the strange part. It never once occurred to him she might reveal the truth about what he did. And did that mean he trusted her? Cole turned away from her to stare out the window at the driving snow. “We have a problem here, Doc. More than one, and I'm going to need your help.”

“You don't think the ice got there naturally, do you?” Maia said shrewdly.

“No I don't. And I don't think a ghost is running around the ranch turning on hoses and arranging accidents with the horses.”

She studied his face. He wore an expressionless mask, but there was something frightening about the expression in his eyes. “It's Jase, isn't it? You're worried about him.”

Cole glanced toward the door. “Yeah, I'm worried.”

Maia sighed. “It was definitely a human driving Wally through the fence.”

He spun around, his gaze sharp as it raked her face. “What makes you so sure?”

She pulled the ice pack away from her head. “If I told you, you'd want me locked up in a little cell. Suffice to say, I just know.”

He stalked across the room and crouched down in front of her, his face inches from hers. “Not good enough. Tell me.”

Maia pushed at the wall of his chest. “Stop invading my space. I don't know you well enough to tell you. I don't know anyone that well.” She couldn't think straight with him so close. He was the most sensual man she'd ever met. His eyes were just so intense, his features etched with need.

“I told you about the DEA.”

“You told Jase, not me. I just happened to be in the same room.”

“I told
you.
You know damn well I was telling you.” He pulled away from her, a flash of irritation on his face. “I don't even know why I wanted you to know, but if I'm going to come unraveled around you, the least you could do is open up a little.”

“You aren't asking for a little. You had me investigated before you ever made your big move on me, didn't you?”

“Hell yes. I'd investigate the pope if his life touched Jase's life.” He stood up and put the length of the room between them, his eyes alive with the suppressed rage that was always swirling so close when he confronted his own demons.

She stared up at him for a long moment. “You investigated Jase too, didn't you?”

“I'm not about to apologize for it either, Doc. You have no idea what our lives were like.” He stopped abruptly, going very still, watching her expression. “Or do you? How do you know things?”

Maia hesitated. She was going to ruin her chances of ever being a permanent veterinarian anywhere if she told him.

“It's important. Do you really know things? Would you know if Jase drove that horse into the fence? Or if I did it?” How could she know?

Maia caught a glimpse of the fear in him, and it all fell into place. He suspected Jase of being like their father. It made sense. “It wasn't Jase. The man was too big.” She didn't want to continue, but she couldn't let him think such a monstrous thing.

“How do you know?”

“The animals.”

The room went totally silent. Maia shifted deeper into the cushions, trying to avoid seeing the look she knew would be in his eyes. She pressed her fingers into her eyes in an effort to relieve the headache that continued to pound.

Cole studied her face for a long time. “You mean they really do talk to you?” he asked, trying hard to keep skepticism from his voice. She was being serious and waiting for him to scoff at her. Maia Armstrong had secrets; it was there in her eyes, in the way she avoided looking at him, and he intended to find out what they were.

“Not exactly,” she hedged. “Look, do we have to do this? Is it really necessary?”

“You know things about me no one else knows. Hell you know more about the Steele family than most people do. What are you afraid of?”

“I'm a veterinarian, Steele. You think people are going to want some nutcase treating their animals? And that's what they'll call me.” She didn't have to tell him anything. She could stare him down, tell him to go to hell, be stubbornly silent. Maia was capable of all of those things. So why was she sitting there like some sacrifice, waiting for the axe to fall?

“No one is here but the two of us.” Cole was back in front of her, crouching down, his hand on her knee. His piercing blue eyes caught and held her gaze as if to give her courage. “How do the animals talk to you?” Could it really be possible? There was no getting around the fact that several animals had run out in front of his vehicle as he drove through the blizzard to get to the ranch, and each
time she had known they were there before they could actually see them.

Maia shook her head, but couldn't look away from him. There was no escaping Cole Steele and his brother, or their pain, shrieking at her from the depths of their being.

“Telling you the truth about working for the DEA wasn't so bad once I did it. It was actually a relief to tell you the truth. I don't talk about the old man and my childhood, but now you know, and I don't have to worry that somehow I'll slip up and you'll find out things that I've kept hidden away.”

“It isn't the same thing, Cole.”

“Just say it, Maia. You know I'm going to badger you until you do.”

It was the way he said her name. A caress. A silky, satin tone that brushed over her skin and slipped inside of her. Disarmed her. He always called her “Doc” and somehow by using her first name it created an intimacy between them. A trust. “I see their memories. I don't know how, but I've always been able to see things they've seen. The memories come to me in images, very vivid and, most of the time, very distressing.”

He caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “Why would you be afraid to tell me?”

Maia pulled away from him, shrinking back against the thickly upholstered couch. “Most people would just think I was crazy.” She shook her head, her gaze avoiding his. “I know it sounds crazy.” Why had she even admitted it? What was wrong with her? She knew better than to say anything. Cole Steele of all people. What was she thinking?

“Tell me what Wally saw.”

Maia's gaze jumped to his. Held there. “A young boy dragged from the stable, kicked, beaten around the head and shoulders. Something thin and long hitting the child over and over. The boy screaming. The man was about your height, but thinner. Once he dragged the boy out by his hair. He slapped him repeatedly in the face.” She swallowed, rubbed her hand over her face as if to clear away the memories. “The boy was Jase and the abuse didn't just happen once.” She pressed her fingertips against her eyelids again as if she could shut out the vision. “I hate that I know these things because there's never anything I can do about it.”

Cole's palm curved around the nape of her neck, his fingers massaging the tension out of her. “It never occurred to me that animals would be witnessing crimes.”

“Just because they can't talk doesn't mean they don't see things.”

Cole turned over her revelation in his mind, over and over. It was a fascinating premise. Could it be true? He had his hand on her, could feel the tension running through her body. She was waiting for him to scoff at her, yet the idea that she could really “see” memories of an animal was bizarre. She could easily have guessed the things that had happened to Jase.

“What about the attack on the horse? Who drove him into the fence?”

“A large man, tall with wide shoulders. It couldn't have been Jase. He's small and thin, and Wally likes him.”

“Tall like me, you mean,” Cole said, his voice cool.

“Yes, but Wally likes you too.” It sounded so stupid. Utterly ridiculous. Maia shook her head, her face flaming. “I know it sounds weird. Go ahead, tell me I belong in a mental institution.”

The pad of his thumb absently stroked her pulse. Each brush sent small tongues of fire licking over her skin. Electricity seemed to leap from his skin to hers. She forced air through her lungs, waiting for him to react. Waiting for his condemnation.

“Who told you that you were crazy?” he asked quietly.

She flinched. She tried not to, but she couldn't prevent her reaction. “Does it matter? It does sound crazy.”

“I think so.”

She lifted her chin, her turquoise eyes blazing into his. “A man I dated. Another vet. I thought we were close, and he asked me how I managed to figure out what was wrong all the time with wild animals, and I was dumb enough to answer him.”

“And he said you were crazy?”

“I don't blame him. Unfortunately, he told everyone at the clinic, including the pet owners, and I was out of work. That I did blame him for.”

Cole leaned in close and brushed his lips, feather-light over hers. Her heart somersaulted. “He was the idiot, Maia.” He pulled back slightly, blinking so that her attention was drawn from his mouth to his lashes. He was so masculine, but for those incredible eyelashes. She wanted to touch his face, to feel his skin. Cole Steele was totally mesmerizing, and she could see why women fell so easily under his spell.

“You're way out of my league, Steele. Sit over there somewhere and stop touching me.” She pointed to a chair across the room.

“Am I getting to you?” A ghost of a smile flickered over his mouth for the briefest of moments.

Maia's heart stuttered in reaction. She'd never seen him
smile, and she couldn't actually call the curve to his lips a smile, it hadn't lit his blue eyes, but it was enough for her to know if he ever did, she would melt. “Yes.”

Cole didn't move, his gaze going hot as it moved over her face, focusing on her mouth. “It's about time.”

“Stop that.” His mouth was only a scant few inches from hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath. His body leaned into hers, his chest bumped against her knees. His palm was still curled around the nape of her neck, and his thumb swept over her jaw. Her stomach tightened. “You're dangerous.” Her voice came out in a whisper. An ache.

“I thought I was, but I've changed my mind.” His lips brushed a second time over hers. Teasing. A caress that wasn't quite a caress. “I've decided you're the dangerous one. I tell myself to stay away from you, but I just can't seem to do it.” His lips tempted hers again. Firming. Coaxing. His tongue stroked across the seam of her mouth. His teeth tugged on her lower lip.

Maia gasped and let him in. Let him stake his claim. His mouth pressed firmly against her, hot and moist and all too expert. Somehow he wedged his body between her legs, pulling her close, his arms strong as they wrapped around her. Her body went boneless, the heat leaping like a wildfire between them.

His fingers snagged in her hair and she yelped. They pulled apart, staring at one another, Maia gulping for air. His fingertips moved gently over her scalp. “I'm sorry, I got carried away.”

“I'll say you did!” Jase's voice was stern.

Cole turned to find the boy leaning his hip against the doorway, his arms across his chest, a frown on his face.

“Would either of you like to tell me what's going on?” Jase asked straight-faced, effectively reducing his older brother to a teenager caught necking.

“I'd rather not,” Maia said, trying not to laugh.

“I have absolutely no idea what's going on,” Cole admitted. “But, whatever it is, it's her fault.” He couldn't stop looking at her, mesmerized by the warm laughter in her eyes, the curve of her mouth. She hadn't lived a perfect life, he had felt the sadness, the wariness in her when she talked about the strange ability she had of reading images in the minds of animals, yet she still found joy in life. She made him want to laugh with her. He wasn't certain he was capable of laughter, but he felt himself wanting to be.

“Hey now, don't you go blaming anything on me,” Maia objected. “Honestly, Jase. He started it.” She rubbed her mouth. “At least I think he did, I can't remember now. But he's such a flirt.”

“He said he doesn't have to smile at women,” Jase reported. He was trying desperately to make up for the accusations he'd leveled at his brother earlier. Unsure of himself, he followed Maia's lead, teasing Cole.

Maia's eyebrow shot up. Cole sank back on his knees, groaning aloud. “Jase. That was a brotherly confidence you weren't supposed to share.” He looked at Maia. “We're still trying to get the hang of being brothers. Neither of us knows a lot about it yet, but I'm certain that was confidential.”

“Brotherly advice?” Maia asked.

“Something like that,” Cole admitted.

Maia shook her head. “Don't listen to him, Jase. Women like men to smile once in a while. They can only take brooding hunks for so long, then they get bored.”

“You didn't look bored to me,” Jase pointed out, abruptly switching sides.

Maia laughed again, and the sound wound itself around Cole's heart and warmed his insides.

“And,”
Jase added, “it's rather sickening to hear my brother referred to as a hunk.”

“She did call me that, didn't she?” Cole said with evident satisfaction.

“No one said you weren't a hunk,” Maia's blue-green eyes darkened as her gaze drifted over him with deliberate inspection. “But just because I noticed that you were hot doesn't mean I liked you kissing me.”

Jase snorted. “She liked it.

Cole nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

“So did you.” Jase grinned at him mischievously.

“Way too much. The doc is one of those dangerous women your elders are always going to be warning you about.”

Maia shoved at Cole with her foot. “I love the way you manage to turn the tables on me. I'm injured here. You're supposed to be soothing me, not stirring things up.”

Cole raised his eyebrow at her, his eyes going dark. “I don't think I'll touch that.” He went back up on his knees to examine the back of her head. “The ice seems to have done its job and stopped the bleeding and the swelling.”