Untameable: Merciless. Diana Palmer
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beds in here.”
Joceline was still gaping. “My whole apartment would fit in here,” she murmured.
He laughed out loud. “So would my cabin,” he told her. “But I like cozy places. You might say I’ve grown accustomed to them over the years,” he added enigmatically.
She smiled as he put the bags down. “Thanks for bringing us here.”
“Oh, I enjoyed it.” He looked at Markie wistfully. “Nice to have a kid around the place again.”
She frowned. “Again?”
“Kilraven’s little girl spent some time here.” His face went hard. “There’s gossip that one of the shooters weaseled out of being charged with her death—the one that shot the boss and threatened you. He won’t get in here, and he won’t get away if I find out the rumor is true. I know people all over who could put a stick in his spokes. She was a precious little child—” He broke off and turned away. Just for a few seconds, the expression in his eyes had been frightening.
“The boss’s room is two doors down, that way,” he added when he was in the hall, pointing in the direction. “He’s expecting you.” He smiled. “Nice to have you here, ma’am. And you, young feller,” he added to Markie. “Later, when you’re settled in, I’ll show you the horses if your mom don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” she assured him.
He gave her a quizzical glance. “You might, later. Don’t worry about offending me, you won’t,” he added with a gentle smile. “You don’t know me.”
He tipped his hat and walked off, his spurs jingling as he went out the door. Dieter got up and followed him.
“Dieter,” Markie called.
“Let him go,” Joceline said. “He may be a working dog,” she added.
“Oh. Okay then.” He looked up at her. “We going to see Mr. Blackhawk now?”
“Yes.”
She led the way down the hall and paused at the door. It was standing open.
“Joceline?”
That was Jon’s deep voice. Odd, the way the word rippled along her nerves, bringing the oddest sweet sensations. She smiled self-consciously. “Yes, it’s me.”
She walked in, holding Markie’s hand more for her own comfort than his. Jon was propped up on pillows, wearing a burgundy silk pajama top that was unbuttoned over his broad chest. His long hair was loose around his shoulders, a little tousled, as if he’d been sleeping.
He looked at Markie and smiled. “Hello.”
“Hello,” Markie said. He moved to the bed and leaned on it. “I’m sorry you got shot.”
“Yes. Me, too.”
“You got nice dogs,” Markie said. “And I like your fish, too.”
“Thanks.”
“Dieter likes me.”
“I’m not surprised,” Jon said. “He’s very fond of children. We got him from a family in Germany. He was our first breeding dog. He’s sired several generations of wonderful pets.”
“He’s gorgeous,” Joceline agreed. “I was surprised at how gentle he is.”
Jon smiled at her and winced when he shifted position. “He’s gentle until he needs to be aggressive.”
“I guess you have to have good security here,” she said.
“I’ve had a few threats over the years. At least I don’t have to check the underside of my vehicles for bombs, though,” he added flatly.
She shook her head. “Your brother attracts trouble.”
“Yes, and it’s contagious, apparently.” He reached beside him and touched a button. “Megs, would you come in here, please?”
There was a soft, female voice that answered. A couple of minutes later, a small, dark woman with long black hair and brown eyes came into the room, wiping her hands on her spotless white apron. She stopped when she saw the visitors and broke into a wide smile.
“Welcome,” she said in her softly accented English. “I knew you were coming, so I have prepared something very special for dinner. You like sushi, I am told.”
Joceline gasped. “How did you know?” It was her secret passion and she couldn’t afford to have it very often.
“I told her,” Jon said with a smile. “You came out to eat with Mac and me once, a few months ago. I’ve never seen anyone enjoy a dish so much.”
“I love it,” she confessed, but didn’t add that her budget wouldn’t stand much of it. Sushi was frightfully expensive.
“We have a guy on the payroll who was a sushi chef before he decided he wanted to be a cowboy,” Jon explained. “I sent Megs to fetch him. We have fresh seafood flown here from California, so he can slice and dice to his heart’s content.”
“Thank you,” she said with genuine appreciation.
“My pleasure,” he replied. “It’s a small repayment for the inconvenience of you having to come up here to do my work.”
“I didn’t mind,” she protested.
“Sushi is raw fish,” Markie said with his blunt honesty, and made a face.
“Yes, but our chef can also make fish sticks and homemade French fries,” Jon murmured with twinkling black eyes. “I hear somebody really loves those.”
“Me!” Markie exclaimed. “And lots of ketchup on!”
The adults laughed.
“I am making cookies, also,” Megs said. “Would your son like to come into the kitchen and help me? He can test the cookies, if you don’t mind,” she added dryly.
“Oh, please, can I?” Markie asked his mom, hugging her legs and looking up at her with melting blue eyes. “Please?”
“Go on,” Joceline said and lifted him up to kiss his rosy cheek.
“Aww, Mom,” he protested, wiggling to be put down.
“Have fun,” she called as he followed a laughing Megs out the door.
“Megs?” she asked Jon when they were alone.
“A private joke,” he said warmly. “She overdid the nutmeg in eggnog one Christmas and I started calling her Megs. It stuck.”
She smiled. “She’s very nice. Everybody here is nice, especially that cowboy you sent to the airstrip to drive us here. The one with red whiskers. Sloane Callum.”
“Oh, yes. You liked him?” he asked.
“Very much. He offered to teach Markie how to ride later.” She frowned. “He said an odd thing, that he wouldn’t be offended if I didn’t want him to, later.”
He chuckled. “Some people don’t like to have him around. He knows it and doesn’t take offense. He and Cammy get into it once in a while. He’s very opinionated. So is she, of course.”
“He hunts, he said, and then he added that he hunted animals, too.”
“Callum spent some time in prison for hunting men,” he said abruptly.
Her eyes widened. “That was him? The hit man you told me about?” she exclaimed.
He nodded. “He was very young and his mother was dying of cancer. He fell in with a bad crowd, but they took him in after and slowly led him into doing things he should never have done. He wound up in prison. He got out, went into a rehabilitation program and ended up here. He’s been with us for over ten years now.”
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