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Tracker took off his hat again and ran his fingers through his hair. Christ, had no one talked to Ari? Simply sat down and talked to her?
What have you been doing?
Desi shrugged and stepped back, wiping her face on her sleeve. Respecting her wishes. What else can I do?
Talk to her. Listen to her. Ask her questions. Desi and Ari shared the same past, the same horrible experiences. But dammit, letting her
hole up in the house that had been built to make her happy? No one talking to her? No one even knowing what was going on with her, just assuming that
leaving her was the right thing? That sounded like a lot of chickening out to him.
He ran his hand over the back of his neck, the small store of patience he had trickling steadily away. What do you want from me?
He was tired, sweaty and feeling every one of his thirty-one years. He d spent two days chasing down his horse, a night stealing him back
and another two days getting here. He hadn t rushed to return home, because the inevitability of Ari getting her memory back had put a drag in his step.
His time with her had been a taste of the forbidden, a taste of the magic that others took for granted. A taste of love.
Her face red and splotchy from crying, Desi still managed to look beautiful as she pointed to the door. I want you to go in there and make
her better.
And next they d be asking him to make the sun rise in the west. You too chicken?
Her head snapped up. Yes, but that s not the point.
You ve got a point?
Desi folded her arms across her chest. Don t get sarcastic with me, Mr. Ochoa, or I ll sic Boone on you.
Tracker looked at the big redbone hound at Desi s feet. The dog cocked a wrinkled brow at Tracker, moaned and flopped onto his side.
Hell, I think that dog has gotten even lazier.
Don t swear, and he s just conserving his strength.
For what? Dinner?
Desi bristled predictably. Her devotion to the dog was as complete as his was to her. If I tell him to, he ll attack.
Tracker didn t doubt he would. Boone had proved his loyalty to Desi the day she d been kidnapped. He d attacked her attackers,
received a knife wound and been left for dead. But he hadn t died. Limping and bleeding, severely injured, with no direction from anyone, he d started to
trail his mistress, his baying a battle cry that had echoed through the hills, calling the Hell s Eight to Desi s aid. Without him, no one would have known
where she was until it was too late. The act of courage and devotion had forever earned him a place at Hell s Eight. And when he d sired puppies, there
hadn t been a family within a hundred miles that hadn t clamored for one of his offspring. Boone was a legend. The why of it just baffled a person when
they looked at him.
If you tell him to attack, I ll have to defend myself.
She gasped. You d hurt Boone?
Tracker thought she was going to throw herself over the dog s body. The hound opened one eye and looked at Tracker. Tracker shook his
head. Boone moaned, and damned if it didn t sound like reproach. Shit, the two of them were too much.
And have Caine kick my ass? I don t think so.
He would, too.
But not because he loves Boone.
He does.
Desi had a way of overlooking things that didn t serve her purpose.
He loves him because he loves you, which is also why he d be kicking my ass.
Desi smiled that gamin grin that was so infectious. See? He loves him.
Tracker pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Is there a point to this discussion?
Yes.
He waited. She bit her lip. Never a good sign.
Just tell me. I m too damn tired to pull the information from you.
Someone has to confront Ari.
He had a horrible feeling what was coming. So?
We discussed it.
Who is we?
Tia, Sally Mae, Bella and I.
They were all in on this? Shit. The horrible feeling changed to a sinking one. And?
We ve decided it s a job best left for her husband, so we re all keeping away and letting you handle it
I m not really her husband. Not in her eyes.
You can t renege now.
You have no idea what you re asking.
She s my sister, Tracker. I know her better than you.
Not in this, she didn t. It s impossible.
If it was, you wouldn t have married her.
I was saving her a her butt.
Desi folded her arms across her chest. Are you trying to tell me you don t care about her?
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