Lone Wolf's Woman by Carol Finch

Author:Carol Finch
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

While lightning flared across the night sky and thunder rumbled overhead Julia paced the covered veranda on the front porch. It was nearly midnight. Maggie had come and gone before the storm rolled in, but Lone Wolf wasn’t present and accounted for. He’d left before lunch. All sorts of worst-case scenarios were chasing each other around Julia’s head.

She kept assuring herself that Lone Wolf was capable of handling wily outlaws and threatening thunderstorms, but that didn’t alleviate her mounting concern. First off, Lone Wolf had been wounded and was still recovering. Secondly, they had yet to locate or officially identify the sniper. The elusive scoundrel could be on Lone Wolf’s trail at this very moment. Thirdly, Julia had grown accustomed to Lone Wolf’s presence and not having him underfoot made her restless and uneasy.

Two weeks ago she had only known the gunfighter by reputation. Now he was an integral part of her life and she wanted to keep it that way.

Julia sighed impatiently and paced some more. She had never met a man who had made such a lasting impression on her. Strange how you could know some folks for years and never develop an attachment. And others just walked in and took up permanent residence in your thoughts immediately.

While lightning streaked through the thunderheads, Julia cast one last anxious glance toward the rolling hills. She was tempted to climb aboard her horse and search for Lone Wolf, but at the same time she felt obliged to check on her brother.

Someone needed to be here in case the sniper decided a stormy night provided the perfect opportunity to sneak in and finish off Adam.

Muttering at Lone Wolf’s unexplained absence, Julia entered the house then took the steps two at a time to check on her brother. She tested the lock on the terrace door, brushed her hand across Adam’s brow to make certain his fever hadn’t risen, and then went to her room.

She plunked down into the chair she had positioned as her lookout post for the second-story balcony. Tired though she was, she resolved to keep the vigil, just in case the sound effects of the storm overrode the approach of an intruder.

Despite her good intentions she nodded off. Her head drooped against her shoulder and her fingers went slack on the pistol she had laid on her lap.

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