Spring Feve

by Emerald Wright

“A shifter killed her father. She has every right not to trust them.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I should have listened to my brothers and stayed away from you. They were right.”

  She drew back. “Mack never liked me.”

  “It wasn’t just Mack. My mom, God rest her soul, warned me that a human would never understand the life of a shifter. You never understood why I needed to join up, and you never will.”

  “You were following in Mack’s footsteps. You’ve been in competition with him your whole life. When are you going to learn that life isn’t about competing with other people, it’s about competing with yourself?”

  “I didn’t join the Marines because of Mack. I joined because it’s what shifters do. Giving up a few years to help defend our country is honorable. To turn away from that tradition would have meant turning away from my family.”

  “What about me? I thought I was going to become part of your family. I thought…”

  He sighed and ran his fingers down his stubbly beard. “I tried to explain it to you back then and you didn’t understand. Once I fulfilled my obligation, I would have been free to move on with the rest of my life. But you weren’t willing to wait for me.”

  “Four years is a long time.” Especially with a baby on the way. She’d worked up the courage to tell him that fateful night, but when he’d dropped the bomb about leaving, she’d been too stunned to share her news.

  In a softer voice he said, “I needed you to wait. There was no reason to rush into anything, but you couldn’t wait. I just…”

  “What?”

  He shook his head. A mask of coldness dropped to guard his expression and the anger in his voice returned. “Never mind. What happened between us was a lifetime ago. I don’t know why you’re here and frankly, I don’t care.”

  Stunned by his vehemence, she swallowed the growing lump in her throat. “I didn’t know you cared. The night you told me you were leaving, I was shocked.”

  “You said some horrible things to me.”

  “I was hurt and angry.”

  “I needed you to understand why I had to join the Marines.”

  She took another step forward, further closing the distance between them. “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you?”

  She froze. A rush of anger churned in her belly. “You don’t believe me?”

  “I don’t know what to believe. You show up here after four years and claim you only want to see me. What do you really want? It must be something?”

  “I… I just have to tell you…”

  He held up a hand. “Just stop. I don’t care what you need. I stopped caring a long time ago, so I suggest you get back in your car and get off my property. You’re not welcome here.”

  Her bottom lip quivered as she fought back tears. The real reason she’d come to see him sat on the tip of her tongue, but how could she ask him to help her now? He hated her. The horrible things she’d said that night would cost her more than just his love. They would cost her son his life.

  She couldn’t risk asking Brady to help her now. If he became even more enraged, his bear would come out and she didn’t stand a chance against it. Not only that, but she’d lose the only chance she had of saving Jimmy’s life. Somehow, she’d have to find another way to get Brady to help her.

  She stepped back. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have come here. This was a mistake.”

  He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “One I hope you don’t make again.”

  After hurrying through the snow to the car, she glanced back to where he stood. Dark shadows hung around him like a shroud. Glowing Christmas lights flashed across the sparkling snow as if warning her to be cautious.

  As she turned the car around, she took one last look at where Brady stood on the porch. A vise closed around her heart. Once, she’d loved him more than anything in the world. Why didn’t she tell him about the baby that night? Why couldn’t she summon the courage to be honest with him?

  She’d pondered these questions for years and could only come up with the lame excuse that she’d been afraid of his reaction. Would he have dropped his plan of joining the Marines and stayed with her? Would they be a happy family now?

  A tear rolled down her cheek. She’d been eighteen at the time and meek. She couldn’t make that mistake again. Once Brady cooled down, she’d have to find another way to approach him. She hadn’t given up on her son in four years and she wasn’t about to start now.

  As she pulled off of the small road onto the highway, she forced her shoulders back. She wouldn’t accept defeat. Not yet. Not until she’d confronted Brady with the truth. Once he knew he had a son, he’d have to help him.

  But when she flashed back to the anger in Brady’s eyes, her conviction wavered. What if he’d changed? Maybe he wasn’t the same man she’d loved all those years ago.

  ***

  Brady watched the red taillights on her car fade into the blackness of the woods. His gut churned with tumultuous guilt. She’d clearly come to ask him for something, but his rage had overwhelmed his curiosity.

  He shook his shoulders and stomped his feet to release the pent-up anger. The last thing he needed right now was to unleash his bear. He’d barely been able to keep him in check the first time the wind had carried her scent to him. She still smelled like fresh rain and passion.

  Over the years, he’d tried to satiate his bear with other women, but none could inflame him the way Rachel could. He’d searched for his mate, but never found anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night or two.

  He ran his hand over his face as he reviewed their conversation. She’d been right about one thing: he’d made a huge mistake going to Afghanistan. The things he’d seen haunted him every day. And one horrific night in Kabul would be seared into his heart and mind forever.

  Even now, he could still hear the gunfire and smell the smoke. The screams of women in children echoed like ghosts in the moonlight. And blood… so much blood. Rivers of it flowing through the streets.

  He stumbled down the steps and ran toward the forest. When he reached the first tree, he bent at the waist and dry-heaved before dropping to his knees. Snow soaked into his jeans. Within minutes, the frigid air seeped into every pore as if hell-bent on freezing his bones.

  “Brady?”

  He recognized Mack’s voice and quickly stood. He scooped a handful of snow up and used it to wipe his face. The inky night would camouflage the pain in his eyes. “Over here.”

  Mack’s boots crunched in the snow. “What are you doing out here? I thought I heard voices on the porch, but when I came out, you were gone.”

  Brady leaned against a towering pine and tried to relax. He debated whether or not to tell his brother about Rachel’s visit.

  Mack said, “Who was the woman you were talking to?”

  Of course he’d heard. “Rachel.”

  “Rachel Stevenson?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I didn’t know you two were still in touch.”

  “We’re not.”

  Mack cocked his head to one side. “Then why was she out here talking to you?”

  “I honestly don’t know. I was taking my boots off when she walked up. Shocked the hell out of me.”

  “Sorta like seeing a ghost.”

  “Exactly.”

  Mack grunted. “I saw her in town a few hours ago.”

  “Really?”

  “She had a kid with her, three or four years old.”

  Brady snorted. “She didn’t waste any time. Funny, she neglected to mention him to me. Hell, she must have jumped into bed with the next cowboy she met the second my plane took off.”

  “You sure it’s not yours?” Mack joked.

  “Nah, she would have told me if she’d been pregnant. We’ve had our differences, but she isn’t the type of woman who keeps secrets.”

  “That would be a hell of a thing if he was yours. But you’re r
ight, she wouldn’t have done something so unforgivable.”

  “Nope. She called me all kinds of names and said some really awful things, but she’s not a bad person.”

  Mack eyed him. “Will she be coming around again?”

  “She doesn’t have a reason to.”

  “You sure about that?”

  Brady’s hands fisted at his sides. “Whatever you’re trying to say, just spit it out.”

  “I’ve seen that look in your eyes before. Watch out for her. She hurt you before and she’ll do it again if she has the chance.”

  Brady stepped forward. He didn’t know why he felt the need to defend her, but he did. “I’m more than capable of dealing with her if she comes around again.”

  “I didn’t say you weren’t. I’m just giving you some brotherly advice. Be cautious about a woman who pops back into your life after so much time has passed. They usually want something.”

  “I have nothing to give her.”

  Mack shrugged. “She wants something. Anyway, supper’s ready. Wash up and meet us inside.”

  Brady followed his brother halfway to the house before stopping. “Hey, could you just set some food aside for me? I need to make a trip into town.”

  “You’re running off to find her aren’t you?”

  “No.”

  He quickly strode past his brother. When he reached the porch, he sat down to put his boots on. The extra heat his bear emanated helped warm him up. He hadn’t even felt the cold until now.

  Mack joined him on the porch. “Be careful.”

  “You don’t have to worry about me.”

  “You’re my little brother. Of course I have to worry about you.”

  Brady smirked. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

  After his brother entered the house and closed the door, Brady jogged through the snow to his truck. Last summer, the ranch had been packed, leaving them with a hefty surplus of money. He’d been able to buy a brand new Ford F-150. He loved the truck and took it in to town every chance he got.

  With the turn of a key, the rugged black truck roared to life. He quickly maneuvered it through the woods and onto the highway. He drove into West Yellowstone. The tiny town only had a few bars, but he only needed one.

  He parked at the Little Bear Bar and Grill. After pushing through the saloon-style wooden doors, he made his way through a group of dancing tourists and strolled toward the bar. His friend Steve Holliday owned the place and, true to form, Brady spotted him leaning across the hundred-year-old bar listening intently to a drunk college girl.

  Brady pounded his fist on the bar. “What’s a guy got to do to get a drink around here?”

  Steve’s face contorted with anger until he spotted Brady. As he pushed back from the bar, he winked at the girl. He walked down to where Brady sat. “How the hell are you? You haven’t been in here for so long I was about ready to send search and rescue out to find you.”

  “Yeah, it’s been a few months.”

  Steve jerked his head toward the college girl. “We’ve been getting some pretty live ones in here.”

  “Biting?”

  The bartender barked a laugh. “Like a rainbow trout in spring.”

  Brady grinned. “We have to go fishing again after the first thaw.”

  “I swear I won’t hook my line in your jacket like last year.”

  “You thought you’d caught a monster.”

  “Yeah, but instead, I caught one pissed-off bear.”

  Brady laughed. “I think you still owe me a cold one for that.”

  “What’ll it be?”

  “Anything new come out of that brewery over in Cody?”

  “Some foo-foo winter lager girly-beer.”

  “Maybe I should stick with the usual.”

  “One Sam Adams coming up.”

  Brady leaned back slightly to get a better look around the room. Steve wasn’t kidding when he’d said there were a few live ones. The place looked like they’d bussed in a sorority. Skinny college girls jutted out their flat chests as if to advertise their availability.

  Normally, he’d grab a few beers and try to find a cute girl for a night of fun. But this time, no one captured his attention. They were too stick skinny and didn’t have the curves he craved. A woman needed some meat on her bones. A bubble butt and some luscious hips were enough to make his bear rise up and demand action. But none of the women peaked his bear’s attention even a little bit.

  Tonight his bear was restless. Brady could lie to himself and pretend he didn’t know why, but he did. Seeing Rachel again after all these years had awakened a hibernating passion—a passion that needed to be squelched as quickly as possible. He couldn’t afford to think about any woman as more than just a temporary companion.

  The war had changed him. He’d seen things that had stolen his faith in humanity and made him vow never to have children. Everywhere he looked, war, famine, and darkness stole the lives of too many innocent people. He couldn’t imagine bringing a life into this world in its current state.

  He took a swig of beer. On the broken, war-torn streets of Kabul, he’d vowed to keep his life simple. He’d planned to return to the ranch once his tour ended. He’d defend his brothers and do whatever he could to make their lives good, but he’d live out the rest of his without a wife and children. He’d lost all hope that night in Kabul when he’d seen kids blown to pieces by a car bomb. What the hell was wrong with people? How could they blow up a child while fighting over ideology? He’d never understand it.

  Rachel’s gorgeous face and sparkling green eyes flashed through his mind. His reaction to her meant nothing. Although every muscle in his body longed to feel her gentle touch, trying to reignite anything with her was impossible. She’d betrayed him and he wouldn’t forgive her no matter what she said.

  He had to stop thinking about her soft thighs and voluptuous breasts. Even if he wanted to peel her clothes off, lay her down and make love to her, he couldn’t. She had a baby. Hell, she might even have a husband. He hadn’t thought to look for a ring on her finger. Either way, she was off limits, a part of his past, not his future.

  Three beers later, he’d almost convinced himself he didn’t care. But the second he heard her voice from across the room, every ounce of his resolve drained away.

  He turned slowly to keep from falling off the bar stool. Through the crowd, he spotted her long, curly tendrils of chestnut hair and instantly went hard. The alcohol dulled his ability to rein in his bear. He should have known better than to have that last beer. Now there’d be hell to pay.

  Chapter Three

  The skin on the back of Rachel’s neck prickled with the sensation of being watched. She slid into a booth near the back of the bar and grabbed a menu. After holding it up to block her face, she peeked over the top.

  She spotted Brady leaning back with his elbows on the bar. A smattering of empty beer bottles stood like sentinels, a testament to his obviously inebriated state. He stared right at her as if challenging her to go talk to him.

  She quickly raised the menu. Beneath her thick winter coat and long sleeved shirt, her heart pounded harder than the galloping hooves of a hundred wild horses. She took in a shaky breath and blew it out. What was she so afraid of anyway? Or was it even fear?

  A high-pitched voice chirped, “Can I take your order?”

  Still holding the menu high, Rachel glanced at the list of sandwiches. “I’ll take a club sandwich, extra mayo, French fries, and a beer. No. Make that an herbal tea.”

  She’d need her wits about her if Brady crossed the room to talk to her. Not that he would. Not that she wanted him to do it. Right? Oh, God, but she did.

  The waitress hadn’t been gone for more than a few seconds when she heard his voice. “This seat taken?”

  She dropped the menu a few inches to confirm what she already knew. Brady stood next to the table with a beer in one hand and a sour expression on his fa
ce.

  “I’m… I’m expecting someone.”

  Under normal circumstances she hated lying, but she’d already worked herself into a corner by keeping her baby a secret. What was one more lie when she’d already spent years telling everyone Jimmy’s father had run off and left her?

  “Your baby’s daddy?” Brady asked with a smirk.

  The seat dropped out from under her and for a second, she thought she’d faint. He knew about her son. But how? The only person in town who knew about her son was her mother and she’d been sworn to secrecy.

  “Well?” A hint of impatience entered his tone.

  “How did you… who told you?”

  Without waiting for an invitation, he slid into the booth. “Mack saw you in town earlier. He said your son’s about three. You sure didn’t wait to hook up with someone else. I bet my plane wasn’t even off the ground before you were running off with another man. And here I was, living in the sandy version of hell, hoping you’d write back to me. God, I was such a fool.”

  She sat up. “I didn’t—”

  He narrowed his eyes and took a swig of beer. After setting the bottle down, he leaned back and laced his fingers together. “I can see how you’d have a hard time staying single. You must have had men clamoring to date you. Who was it? Parker Rollings? Henry Palior? I can keep going.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. Since when did you start drinking anyway? You never drank when we were together.”

  “I’m not the same man you left.”

  Her hackles rose. “I left? Are you kidding me? You. Left. Me. I loved you, but you obviously didn’t feel the same way because you took off.”

  He looked away. “Where’s your kid anyway?”

  “He’s with my mother. I told her I needed a night off, so I left him with her. I’ll be back to get him in the morning.”

  “Why didn’t you leave him with his daddy?”

  She studied the intricate pattern of wood on the table. “He’s not around anymore.”

  “Too bad. His loss,” he mumbled.

  Her gaze snapped up to meet his. For a second, time stood still. His chocolate-brown eyes locked onto her with an awareness that shot straight through her body to pool warm and wet in her core.