Caine's Reckoning. Sarah McCarty

combination. She blinked. It was such a foreign concept to think of anything to do with a man being pleasant.

      His smile was strangely gentle as he sat back against his rock and fed another stick into the fire. “I’m not an ornery man, Desi.”

      What was she supposed to say to that? She settled on “Thank you,” which sounded ridiculous even to her own ears.

      “I don’t have any intention of being an ornery husband.”

      Again, she didn’t have anything to say. The smile that twitched his lips should have warned her but it didn’t. She was too distracted by the taste of chocolate, the taste of man and the confusing image he presented that was so different from what she thought he’d be. “But I do plan to be real sweet between the sheets.”

      Sam and Tracker slipped back into camp with the same stealth with which they’d left. Two dark shadows, as comfortable in the dark as they were in the light.

      Caine nodded as they dropped their saddlebags on the other side of the fire. The set of Tracker’s shoulders spoke volumes. Something had happened in town. “Did you have any trouble?”

      “Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

      Sam took out his makings. “Sure enough that town needs some cleaning up.”

      Across the fire, Desi stiffened. She was watching Tracker and Sam with a dread that didn’t make sense.

      “And Desi’s things?” A woman needed her things about her, familiar geegaws and such that made wherever she landed home. He’d never met a woman who didn’t put a lot of stock in her personal treasures, and he had no reason to feel Desi was any different.

      Tracker sighed and pulled out a brown, wrapped package and crossed the small distance, standing over Desi where she sat on the low rock, looking big in comparison, which might explain the anxious expression on her face, but he didn’t think so. There was more going on here than what anyone was letting on.

      “I’m real sorry, ma’am. The bastards got to your things before I could retrieve them but the mercantile had some ready-mades that might do.”

      Desi took the package with hands that trembled. Caine could put that tremble down to fear, but he hadn’t lived this long by guessing wrong. “Thank you.”

      There wasn’t a more shaky bit of gratitude ever expressed. Tracker held the package a little longer than necessary, drawing her gaze. “You’re welcome.”

      Sam rolled his smoke, his eyes on Desi, too. “You might not be able to believe this right now, seeing as where you came from, but you can relax now.”

      Something was definitely up. “Is there something that happened in town that I should know about?”

      Tracker shook his head, his long hair sliding over his shoulder. He stepped back. “We handled it.”

      Caine glanced over at Sam. “What did you handle?”

      “What needed it.” He pitched the unlit smoke into the fire.

      It wasn’t like Sam to waste a smoke. A glance at Desi didn’t reveal any more than Tracker and Sam had. She just sat there clutching the package to her chest, all hunched down as if she wanted to disappear. Shit!

      “I’m thinking maybe I should have been the one to fetch my wife’s things.”

      Tracker’s gaze flicked to Desi as he said, “I’m thinking things worked out the way they should have.”

      Maybe. Caine asked Desi, “What do Sam and Tracker know that I don’t?”

      She licked her lower lip the way she did when she was nervous. “I have no idea.”

      That was a bald-faced lie. He cupped her chin in his hand and brought her face up. She’d tell him and then he’d handle it. Her lids flinched but the rest of her expression stayed stub bornly set. “Now, try telling me the truth.”

      “Leave her alone, Caine.”

      He didn’t let go of Desi’s chin or take his gaze from hers. “This is between me and my wife, Tracker.”

      “Some things don’t need telling.”

      He didn’t agree. The haunted look in Desi’s eyes drove him to know. “I’ll be deciding that.”

      Denim rustled as Sam stood. “No. You won’t.”

      Caine straightened, letting his hand slip from his wife’s chin. “Who’s going to stop me?”

      Desi gasped as Sam took a step forward. “If you can’t resist being an ass long enough to find the respect you owe your wife, I guess I will.”

      “I don’t think so.”

      A soft sound had him looking down. Desi was backed against the boulder doing her level best to fade into the rough rock, her blue eyes wide and locked on him and Sam, but he wasn’t exactly sure she saw him. There was a wildness to her gaze, an inward focus that reminded him of battle-crazed men lost to reality. She clutched the package to her. He stepped back from Sam. Sam’s gray eyes cut to Desi and then back to him. “Leave it alone, Caine. At least for now.”

      “She’s had about all she can take,” Tracker added.

      Caine could see that. He hunkered down in front of Desi as he asked them. “Tell me one thing, when the time comes, did you leave one for me?”

      “We did better than that.” Sam added, “We left you three.”

      “Good.” He needed to know there would be a place to release the rage that consumed him. “Desi?”

      She didn’t answer the call, didn’t look at him. He rubbed the backs of his fingers across the backs of hers, his nails hitting the paper on the package, the rustle of the paper sounding loud in the sudden silence. “Sweetheart, you haven’t finished your chocolate.”

      A long pause and then she blinked. She looked down at her hand. “Oh no.”

      Smears were on her fingers and the brown paper. “You’d best eat it fast before it makes a mess of your new clothes.” Her lashes lifted and he was staring into her big blue eyes and all the devastating sadness she normally hid.

      “I was going to save it.”

      “I’ll get you some more.” He wasn’t sure where he would find it or how he would pay for it—they were building the ranch and not established—but anything that took the sadness from those blue eyes was worth it.

      She opened her hand and stared at the mess. He caught her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. He pressed a chaste kiss on the edge of her palm. Chocolate spread to his lips. He backed off, licking his lips. “It’s still good.”

      He brought her hand to her mouth. “Eat it while I get supper.”

      She glanced toward the jerky. It didn’t take a genius to interpret what she was thinking. No, not jerky.

      “Oh, we can do a lot better than jerky.” Sam disappeared into the darkness and came back carrying two large oval tins with handles. “The padre’s housekeeper sent a bunch of tamales and pork stew along with tortillas and—” he lifted a square basket “—wedding cakes.”

      Desi stopped licking at her hand. “Oh.”

      Oh, indeed.

      “Maria said it wasn’t proper you didn’t have a wedding supper.”

      Caine took the basket with the cakes in it from Tracker and put it beside Desi. “Maria cooks like a dream.”

      “Learned everything she knows from Tia.”

      “Tia?” Desi asked.

      “Tia’s been taking care of us since the massacre.”

      “Massacre?”

      She was beginning