Cowboy to the Max

Another memory splintered through the haze, this one even more painful. The day his daddy had killed his mother.

Carter had run away as fast as his legs could carry him.

He shouldn’t have been so selfish. Should have taken his brother with him.

But his brother had been the golden boy, the one his father loved. It hadn’t occurred to him that his father would vent his rage on him.

And in the end, he hadn’t had to. His brother had killed himself.

And here he was back in the same crummy house he’d started in. Only his life had gone to hell. He had a criminal record, the law on his tail and a man who was determined to kill him breathing down his neck.

He racked his brain trying to recall an image of the man Sadie said he’d fought with in the bar, but those days and nights he’d been in an alcohol-induced blur, and nothing registered.

Disgusted, he closed his eyes and finally collapsed into a fitful sleep. But sometime later, a noise jarred him awake.

A car? Footsteps? He scrubbed his hand over his face, disoriented.

Then a scream pierced the air. A scream that cut through the chilling silence. Sadie’s scream.

Had the damn bastard found them?

He grabbed his gun from the dresser, yanked his jeans on, although he didn’t take time to snap them, then raced down the hall.

He had to get to Sadie.

Chapter Four

Carter raced down the hall, wielding his gun, his senses honed for trouble. He hesitated at the door to the room where Sadie slept and cocked his head listening for…the sound of a man inside? Footsteps? A man’s voice?

“No, stop…please,” Sadie cried. Then a thrashing sound and something hit the floor. A lamp?

A second later, another bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. This one was filled with pain and terror.

He jiggled the door, but it was still locked. How the hell had the man gotten in?

His heart drummed with panic, and he slammed his body against the wooden frame. The thin, rotting wood splintered, and he braced himself and hit it again with all his weight, so hard his shoulder wrenched.

He didn’t care, though. He had to get inside.

The force of the impact cracked the edging and the door burst open. Darkness bathed the room, but his gaze flew to the bed where Sadie was thrashing. A tiny sliver of moonlight sliced through the ratty sheers and broke the darkness, allowing him just enough visibility to search for the predator.

But the window was closed. The room empty, except for Sadie.

Pulsing with sweat, he blew out a relieved breath as he realized she was in the throes of a nightmare.

Shoving his gun into his waistband, he scanned the room again then jerked open the closet door just to make certain an intruder wasn’t hiding inside.

“Stop, please, no…”

Sadie’s tormented cry wrenched his gut, and he shot a quick glance below the bed, confirming there was no one underneath. Then he lowered himself onto the mattress beside her and reached out a hand to wake her.

“Sadie, honey, wake up,” he murmured. “You’re dreaming. You’re safe now.”

“No, don’t.” She threw up her hands and fists and hit him, obviously trying to fend off her attacker.

He gritted his teeth at the sight of her half naked in his shirt, willing his libido in check as the edges gaped open. His gaze fell to the puckered scar at the center of her chest, and he cursed.

She was reliving that night she’d been attacked....

Damn that bastard.

She kicked him, her ragged breathing punctuating the silence. His throat thickening, he stroked her arm and reminded himself he had to treat her with kid gloves. She was terrified and had been abused.

“Sadie,” he said softly.

A guttural sound tore through the air as she shoved at the covers. Then she shifted sideways and lunged upward as if she was going to run. She made it halfway off the bed when he caught her by both arms and pulled her to him. Her body was trembling, her breathing labored, her hands clammy as she gripped his arms.

“Shh, you’re okay, you’re safe, I’m here with you.”

She tried to jerk away again, but he shook her gently. “Wake up, Sadie. It’s me, Carter.”

She stopped thrashing momentarily as his voice registered, although her body went stone still. He cradled her face between his hands, determined to break her out of the terror gripping her. “You’re just having a nightmare.”

Sadie’s eyes flicked open, and she stared at him with a glazed look, as if she had no idea where she was or what was happening.

But the terror in her face at the sight of him made his gut tighten.

“Let me go,” she said in a voice so haunted that he released her immediately.

He held his hands up indicating he meant her no harm, but she shuddered anyway. “I’m not going to hurt you, Sadie. You were screaming, having a bad dream.”

She glanced down at her nightshirt where it gaped open at the top, then at the splintered door where he’d broken it and shock settled across her features. “I’m sorry I…woke you.”

His gaze locked with hers. “No problem. I’m a light sleeper.” He shrugged. “A habit I picked up in prison. Always had to be alert.”

Pain drew her face into a frown, then her gaze lifted to his scarred cheek. Self-consciously he rubbed a finger across it. He’d never considered himself a handsome guy, but before prison he hadn’t been hideous, either. At least he hadn’t scared little children and old women.

“Ugly, I know.”

“I guess we both have scars,” she said softly. “They’ve changed us.”

“Maybe.” But she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.

Her tender voice stirred memories of the first time he’d laid eyes on her. She had been wearing a turquoise-and-red Navajo skirt with a red blouse and sandals, her black hair hanging in a long braid down her back, turquoise earrings dangling from her earlobes. The other men in the bar had all been ogling her, muttering obscene comments, talking dirty.

He had wanted to knock their teeth out.

Because he’d wanted her for himself. But not just because he knew she’d be the hottest sex he’d ever had.