Tempting Faith. Susan Mallery
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could break through this just by running up and hitting it with his shoulder.” He glanced around at the foyer. A couple of chairs and a vinyl sofa stood on either side of the front door. Long hallways stretched out toward both ends of the building. He looked at the low ceiling, then at the wide windows on either side of the front door. “Alarm? Video?”
She shook her head.
“But you have special cameras to watch the cats?”
“They get priority.”
“Not anymore. I’m going to call Jeff with a supply list. You need new locks and a decent gate. Some kind of security system. How often you get up in the night?”
“Depends. Why?”
“Motion detectors.”
“Wouldn’t work. Sparky usually has the run of the place. Come on, that bandage needs changing.”
He followed her down the left hall. The linoleum had seen better days, and the walls needed painting, but everything was clean. Prints of big cats hung on both walls. Sparky?
“Who did you say named him?”
“Edwina. He was her favorite.”
He should ask exactly what kind of cat—or lion or tiger— Sparky was, but he didn’t want to know. Faith led him into an examining room. From the placement of the metal table and the size of the cage in the corner, he knew she treated her cats here.
“Have a seat,” she said, patting the metal table.
He set the crutches against the wall and swung himself up. “You know what you’re doing?”
She opened a metal cupboard door and rummaged around inside. “Does it matter? I’m the only one here.”
“I could change it myself.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I know enough not to kill you.”
“Great.”
He shifted his weight and scooted back on the table until he rested against the wall. The throbbing in his leg increased. “I assume the ‘package’ Jeff wants me to protect is really a three-hundred-pound feline.”
“Nope. Closer to twenty pounds. I’ll introduce you to them in the morning.”
“Them?”
She looked amused. “Twins.”
Twins? Cort fought back a sigh. Jeff was going to owe him big-time for this one, he thought, then turned his attention back to Faith.
She placed scissors beside him, along with clean bandages, antiseptic and a damp cloth. Her long light brown hair fell over her shoulders. She reached in her front jeans pocket and pulled out a rubber band, then drew her hair back and secured it. After washing her hands, she looked at the bandage.
“This may hurt. You want a stick to bite on?”
He looked at her. “A stick?”
“You’re a spy. That’s what they always do in the movies. I thought it might make you feel better.” Her lips remained straight, but humor danced in her eyes.
“You’re not digging out a bullet.”
“Just thought I’d ask.”
She picked up the scissors and cut through the bandage. It fell away revealing his blood-covered leg. Cort told himself it looked worse than it was. Faith didn’t even blink. She picked up the damp cloth and began cleaning his skin.
“Here,” she said, pointing at but not touching the incision.
“You pulled two stitches. I’ve never sewed up a person before. Would you mind if I used a butterfly bandage instead?”
“Not at all.”
She worked quickly. After wiping away the dried blood, she doused the wound with antiseptic and then taped it closed. She wrapped gauze around his calf and secured it firmly.
“That must hurt a lot,” she said sympathetically. “There should be pain medication with the other pills Jeff gave me. I’ll grab them from the truck. Be right back.”
He was too busy staring at her to answer. Faith Newlin knew about guns and big cats and did a great field dressing. None of this made any sense.
She returned with his duffel bag and the containers of medication.
“Just as I thought,” she said, tossing him a bottle.
“Great,” he said, as he caught it. “First thing in the morning, I’ll get on the horn to Jeff and get your security under control.”
He slid to the edge of the examining table and stuffed the medicine in his pocket. She handed him his crutches and led the way into the hall. Two doors down she entered a small room. There were rows of file cabinets, a bare wooden desk and a cot against the far wall.
“It’s not much,” she said. “I didn’t have a chance to get a bedroom ready for you up at the Big House. Plus, I want to keep an eye on you tonight.”
He lowered himself onto the cot. The blankets were soft, the pillow down-filled. “I’ll be fine.”
“There’s a bathroom across the hall. It has a shower built in. Do you want to try it or wait?”
He shifted his injured leg, and pain shot up to his thigh. His head still throbbed. “I can wait. Thanks.”
She set his duffel bag on the desk and opened the top side drawer. After clicking on the desk lamp, she pulled out his shaving kit and began putting his clothing in the drawer.
“I can do that,” he said.
“You’re dead on your feet. I don’t mind. Are you hungry?”
“No.” He leaned back and let the exhaustion flow through him.
When she finished unpacking, she folded the duffel bag on top of the desk and left. She was back almost immediately, carrying a glass of water.
“For your pills,” she said.
He raised himself up on one elbow, dug the pills out of his pocket and took one out. As he reached for the glass of water, the light from the lamp caught the side of her face and her neck. Dark bruises stained her honey-tanned skin. He drank from the glass, then set it down on the floor without taking his eyes from those marks. Time and his job had changed him, he knew. But when had he crossed the line and become a brute?
She sat next to him on the cot. “What’s wrong?”
“I hurt you.” He raised his hand and gently touched the side of her throat. She stiffened slightly, but didn’t pull away. Her warmth contrasted with his cool skin as he brushed one finger down the smooth length.
“I told you I understood what happened,” she said. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have startled you.”
“A high price to pay for a mistake.” He dropped his hand back to the cot.
“I’m not afraid. I won’t startle you again, so you won’t have reason to hurt me.”
“A hell of a way to live.”
“For you or for me?” she asked.
Blue eyes searched his, looking for something he knew didn’t exist. Humanity, the connection, the bonding of two souls. It was beyond him, always had been. He held her gaze, let her search, knowing she would seek in vain.
When he didn’t answer the question, she leaned forward. “You don’t believe me. That it doesn’t matter, I mean.”
“No.”
She thought for a moment, as if trying to find a way to change his mind. “We had a mountain lion here once. I was pretty new at the time, still idealistic.” She sat up straighter on the cot. “He’d been a pet, then abused and abandoned