“Ow. Damn.” He hefted himself to his feet and glared at the horse. “What did it do that for?”
“You frightened her.” Brynley dismounted and grabbed Molly’s reins. “Here. I’ll hold her still while you mount.”
He rubbed his rear, scowling at the horse. “She doesn’t like me.”
Brynley smiled as she patted Molly’s neck. “Poor Phineas. Must be hard, mounting a female who doesn’t like you.”
He glowered at her. “I wouldn’t know. They’ve always been willing.”
Her smile faded. How many women had been seduced by the Love Doctor’s sexy voice and handsome face? “I suppose you’ve had a whole herd of willing females? And you rode them like a cowboy?”
“If I did, would you be jealous?”
“No, more like nauseated.”
He snorted, then slipped his foot into the stirrup and mounted neatly. “How’s that?”
Gorgeous. She was sorely tempted to pull him to the ground and give him the ride of a lifetime. Make him forget about the herd of willing females he might have had in the past. Instead, she handed him the reins. “Hold them lightly. Molly won’t need a lot of direction.”
“She knows what she wants?” His hands brushed slightly against hers as he took the reins.
She swallowed hard. “We don’t always get what we want.” She hurried back to the gelding and mounted up.
This wasn’t so bad once you got used to it, Phineas thought. The trail was wide and smooth, and well lit with a nearly full moon and a million stars.
His horse was happy to follow Brynley’s gelding. And he was happy to watch her from behind. Her back was graceful and curved into a slim waist. Her long ponytail swayed from side to side.
The stars shone more brightly here than at home, and the sky seemed bigger. Even the Earth seemed bigger, more expansive without the cramped and crowded feel he was used to in the city. Here, he could easily believe that he and Brynley were the only two people on the planet.
It was a tempting fantasy—he and Brynley all alone with a moral obligation to repopulate the Earth. And no angry werewolf father to object. But in reality, his sperm was dead, and Brynley hated vampires. He was ninety-nine percent positive that she had spied on him when he’d gotten out of the shower, but of course, she’d found him easy to resist.
He took a deep breath. The air was definitely fresher here. No smoky scent of meat grilling at the local street vendor or stench of trash overflowing from a Dumpster.
At first, it seemed deathly quiet. No horns honking, no sirens, no throbbing bass from passing cars. But slowly, he became aware of different sounds. More subtle. A breeze ruffling the leaves, a twig snapping beneath a paw. The scenery appeared peaceful on the surface, but danger lurked in the dark depths of the forest. A different set of predators existed here—wolves, bears, mountain lions. But the predator that had attacked Jason Pritchard was one he knew well—a vampire.
Just like other predators, a vampire always left a trail. It was their need for blood, and their options were limited. They could order blood from Romatech, raid a blood bank, or drain animals dry. Or if they were Malcontents, they left human victims in their wake.
As Phineas relaxed into the swaying movement of the horse, he congratulated himself. This cowboy stuff wasn’t so hard after all. Brynley would have to stop calling him a city boy. Unfortunately, at that moment his horse decided to leave the path and turn right into the forest.
“What the hell?” He sat up. “Horse! What are you doing?”
Brynley glanced back over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.”
Brynley pulled to a stop. “Steer her back onto the path.”
“There’s no steering wheel!” He looked frantically about as his horse continued to walk into the forest. “How do I put this thing into reverse?”
Brynley’s laughter drifted toward him. Dammit, he couldn’t even see her now.
“She’s not a thing. She’s a mare,” Brynley yelled. “You have to let her know you’re in charge!”
“I thought I was!” Typical female. The mare had only let him think he was in charge.
“Pull on the reins,” Brynley called. She sounded closer, thank God.
He pulled hard, and the horse reared up, dumping him onto the ground. “Umph.” He fell back, hitting his head. Stars danced around the sky. “Damn.”
“Are you okay?”
“I think so,” he mumbled as she walked past him.
“I was talking to Molly.” She smirked as she grabbed Molly’s reins. She rubbed the horse’s neck. “Poor girl.”
With a grunt, he hefted himself to his feet. The muscles in his rump and legs twinged with pain. “Damn.”
“Come on.” Brynley led his horse back to the path, her mouth twitching as she passed him by. “Don’t forget your hat, city boy.”
He spotted his hat on the ground, but when he leaned over to pick it up, his muscles objected. “Ouch. Damn.” He walked slowly and stiffly back to the path.
Meanwhile, Brynley had tied a rope from Molly to her gelding. “I’ll have to lead your horse since you don’t know how to control her.”
“It’s not my fault the horse is weird.”
She chuckled. “Do you need help mounting?”
“No. I can mount just fine.” He ignored her dubious look, and swung his leg over the horse. His muscles groaned as he settled into the saddle. “See?” He grimaced, hoping it looked like a smile. “Piece of cake.”
“Okay.” With a grin, she headed back to her horse, then mounted up.
After about half an hour, they arrived at the first campsite. It was bare. No cabins. No pitched tents. No heartbeats. They dismounted, and he wobbled on legs that now felt like rubber. He gritted his teeth, determined not to show any weakness.
Brynley chuckled. “City boy.”
Dammit, she knew he was in pain. “Country girl.” He tipped his cowboy hat as she gathered the reins from both horses. “Mighty obliged, ma’am. I heard that in a movie.”
She gave him a wry look. “Why, land sakes! You’re practically a cowboy.”
He reached inside his coat to remove his pistol from his shoulder holster and winked at her. “Pardon me while I whip this out.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen bigger.”
“Darlin’, you ain’t seen what I’m packing.”
Her mouth twitched. “I’ve heard all you Vamps shoot blanks.”
He arched a brow. “You want some cowpoke with a quick trigger finger, or a man like me who can go all night long?”
“I wasn’t referring to your finger.”
“Neither was I.”
Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink. “Fancy talk coming from the Love Doctor.” She turned to tether the horses to a hitching post.
He was tempted to tell her the whole Love Doctor act was just that, an act. It had started out as a joke, a way to make ladies laugh. But it seemed to have backfired on him, because no one wanted to take him seriously.
He paced along the camp’s perimeter as he surveyed their surroundings. “I’ll check the boulders over there. Maybe there’s a cave.”
“If you find one, make sure there aren’t any bears inside,” Brynley called after him. “Or cougars.”
Sheesh. What a friendly place. He trod carefully with his pistol ready. The wilderness was beautiful, but primitive. He couldn’t imagine Queen Corky hiding here. If she was in the area, she’d use vampire mind control to land herself some better accommodations. A fancy ski lodge, maybe, or a ranch house.
He holstered his sidearm and returned to Brynley. “There’s no one here. And I can’t tell if anyone has been here recently.”
She nodded. “It’s part of the ‘leave no trace’ program. You’re not supposed to—” She stopped suddenly with a gasp.
“What?” He reached for his gun once again.
“Look,” she whispered, her voice hushed with awe. She pointed at the far side of the meadow. “Do you see him?”
Relief rushed through him and he released the weapon. “Yeah, it’s a horse.”
“That’s not just any horse. It’s the wild white stallion. Isn’t he beautiful?”
“He looks like a horse.” When Brynley gave him an exasperated look, he continued, “You’ve seen him before?”
“I’ve only seen him a few times in my life. He just seems to appear out of nowhere like magic. He’s totally wild. No one has ever been able to catch him, and believe me, they’ve tried.”
“He sounds cool.”
She smiled at him, her face radiant in the almost full moon. “He is cool. The coolest horse in the entire world. Even my father couldn’t catch him.”
Behind them, Molly whinnied and tugged at the reins Brynley had looped over the hitching post.
“I think Molly likes him, too,” Phineas added with a wry smile.
Brynley patted the mare to calm her down. “She has excellent taste.”
“Is that why she veered off the path? Did she catch his scent?”
“Maybe.”
Phineas watched as the stallion reared up, then galloped off into the woods. “There he goes.”
Brynley nodded, still smiling. “He roams a wide area. I’ve spotted him in Montana a hundred miles from here. He goes wherever he wants.”
“Completely free,” Phineas murmured.
“Yes.” Brynley’s smile faded as she untethered the horses. “I’ve always had this feeling that if the wild white stallion remained free, then all was right in the world.” She shrugged and looked embarrassed. “That probably sounds silly to you.”
“No, not at all.” He moved closer to her. “You figure that as long as he’s free, you have a chance to be free, too.”
Her eyes widened. “You do understand.” She glanced away, her cheeks blushing. “Not bad for a city boy.”
He brushed back a wavy tendril of hair that had come loose from her ponytail and tucked it behind her ear. “I could understand a lot more if we talked to each other instead of sparring.”
“I suppose.” She shifted her weight. “Maybe we could be . . . friends. There wouldn’t be any harm in that, right?”
It would be sheer torture. “I’d like that.”
“Well, good. We can talk while we ride.” She mounted the gelding.
“Okay.” He mounted Molly, wincing inwardly at the pain. Thank you for giving me a ride, he attempted to communicate mentally.
Molly snorted and shook her head, and he felt an air of resignation about her as if she’d accepted long ago that she must do as she was told. He wondered briefly if she wanted to be free like the white stallion. Or when the snow piled up in winter, was she grateful to have a warm stable?
Freedom versus security. It was the choice Brynley had been forced to make when she’d left home.
They rode side by side, but neither of them spoke. Now that they’d called a truce, he didn’t know what to say. It had been easier to communicate with her when he had picked on her and pretended not to like her.
The awkward silence stretched out, broken only by the thudding of horse hooves and the occasional birdcall.
Say something, he slapped himself mentally. “I like your eyes.” He slapped himself again. That was not something a mere friend would say.
She tilted her head toward him. “My eyes?”
“Yeah. They’re . . . blue.” Sheesh, now he sounded like a preschooler who had just learned his colors.
“I like your eyes, too,” she said softly.
“Mine? They’re the color of mud.”
“Dark chocolate,” she corrected him, then smiled. “I love dark chocolate.”
“Yours are like the sky on a bright sunny day. I . . . I can’t see the sky anymore. Unless I look at you.” He cast a nervous glance at her.
She was staring at him like he’d grown a second head.
“I shouldn’t have said—”
“No,” she interrupted him softly. “It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever told me.”
He shrugged. “I know you don’t like compliments.”
“But I do. I’m just not used to receiving them.” She smiled sadly. “But I think I could adjust.”
“Good. ’Cause I have a lot more where that last one came from.”
“You’re a sweet man, Phineas.”
Sweet? Was that why she wanted him for a friend? Next, she’d be asking him to go to the mall with her to get a manicure. “I’m not always sweet,” he grumbled.
She gave him a curious look. “Is it true what that woman said on the phone? You were a drug dealer, and there’s a warrant for your arrest?”
He winced. He should have stuck with the sweet perception. The more Brynley found out about him, the more she would want to avoid him. The truth would only convince her that she was right.
They were horribly, dreadfully mismatched.
Chapter Ten
Boy, did he clam up fast. Brynley slanted a glance at Phineas. She must have pushed a button. Well, she could hardly blame him. She had things in her past she refused to talk about, too.
A sudden notion pricked at her. Maybe they had something in common after all. Maybe they were both . . . survivors. Their wounded souls recognized each other and were being pulled together by a magnetic force they couldn’t stop or control.
