Tough To Tame: Tough to Tame / Passion Flower. Diana Palmer

you been a gamer for a long time?” she asked.

      “Since college,” he replied, smiling. “You?”

      “Since high school. Kell was in the military and a bunch of guys in his unit would come over to the house when they were off duty and play war-game videos. We lived off base.” She pursed her lips and her eyes twinkled. “I not only learned how to use tactics and weapons, I also learned a lot of very interesting and useful words to employ when I got killed in the games.”

      “Bad girl,” he chided.

      She laughed.

      “I’ll probably see you in the video store,” he added.

      She beamed. “You probably will.”

      He grinned and went back to the suits.

      Fifteen minutes later, she parked in front of the video store and went inside. It was full of teenage boys mostly, but there were two men standing in front of a rack with the newest sword and sorcery and combat games. One of them was Dr. Rydel. The other, surprisingly, was Officer Kilraven.

      Dr. Rydel looked up and smiled when he saw her coming. Kilraven’s silver eyes cut around to follow his companion’s gaze. His black eyebrows arched.

      “She’s Christmas shopping,” Dr. Rydel announced.

      “Buying video games for a relative?” Kilraven wondered aloud.

      Dr. Rydel chuckled. “She’s a gamer,” he confided. “She can take down Hunters with a .45 auto.”

      Kilraven whistled through his teeth. “Impressive,” he said. “I usually do that with a sniper rifle.”

      “I can use those, too,” she said. “But the .45 works just as well, thanks to that magnified sight.”

      “Have you played all the Halo series?” Kilraven asked.

      She nodded. “Now I’m shopping for ODST,” she said. “Kell, my brother, likes it, too. He taught me how to play.”

      Kilraven frowned. “Kell Drake?”

      “Yes…”

      “I know him,” Kilraven replied quietly. “Good man.”

      “Were you in the army?” she asked innocently.

      Kilraven chuckled. “Once, a long time ago.”

      “Kell only got out a year ago,” she said. “He was freelancing for a magazine in Africa and got hit by flying shrapnel. He’s paralyzed from the waist down—at least until the shrapnel shifts enough so that they can operate.”

      Kilraven blinked. “He got hit by flying…he was working for a magazine?” He seemed incredulous. “Doing what?”

      “Writing stories.”

      “Writing stories? Kell can write?”

      “He has very good English skills,” she began defensively.

      “I never,” Kilraven said in an odd tone. “Why did he get out of the army?” he wanted to know.

      She blinked. “Well, I’m not really sure…” she began.

      “Look at this one,” Dr. Rydel interrupted helpfully, holding up a game. “Have you ever played this?”

      Kilraven was diverted. He took the green case and stared at the description. He grinned. “Have I ever! ‘Elder Scrolls IV, Oblivion,’” he murmured. “This is great! You don’t have to do the main quest, if you don’t want to. There are dozens of other quests. You can even design your own character’s appearance, name him, choose from several races…ever played it?” he asked Cappie.

      She chuckled. “Actually it’s sort of my favorite. I love ‘Halo,’ but I like using a two-handed sword as well.”

      “Vicious girl,” Kilraven mused, smiling at her.

      Dr. Rydel unobtrusively moved closer to Cappie and cleared his throat. “You shopping or working today?” he asked Kilraven.

      The other man looked from Cappie to Dr. Rydel and his silver eyes twinkled. “If you notice, I’m wearing a real uniform,” he pointed out. “I even carry a real gun. Now would I be doing that if it was my day off?”

      Dr. Rydel smiled back at him. “Would you be shopping for video games on city time?”

      Kilraven glared at him. “For your information, I am here detecting crime.”

      “You are?”

      “Absolutely. I have it on good authority that there might be an attempted shoplifting case going on here right now.” He raised his voice as he said it and a young boy cleared his throat and eased a game out from under his jacket and back on the shelf. With flaming cheeks he gave Kilraven a hopeful smile and moved quickly to the door.

      “If you’ll excuse me,” Kilraven murmured, “I’m going to have a few helpful words of advice for that young man.”

      “How did he know?” Cappie asked, stunned, as she watched the tall officer walk out the door and call to the departing teen.

      “Beats me, but I’ve heard he does things like that.” He smiled. “He’s on his lunch hour, in case you wondered. I was just ribbing him. I like Kilraven.”

      She gave him a wry glance. “Sharks like other sharks, do they?” she asked wickedly.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      AT FIRST, Bentley wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. Then he saw the demure grin and burst out laughing. She’d compared him to a shark. He was impressed.

      “I wondered if you were ever going to learn how to talk to me without getting behind a door first,” he mused.

      “You’re hard going,” she confessed. “But so is Kell, to other people. He just walks right over people who don’t talk back.”

      “Exactly,” he returned. He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know how to get along with people,” he confessed. “My social skills are sparse.”

      “You’re wonderful with animals,” she replied.

      His eyebrows arched and he smiled. “Thanks.”

      “Did you always like them?” she wondered.

      His eyes had a faraway look. He averted them. “Yes. But my father didn’t. It wasn’t until after he died that I indulged my affection for them. It was just my mother and me until I was in high school. That’s when she met my stepfather.” His expression hardened.

      “It must have been very difficult for you,” she said quietly, “getting used to another man in your house.”

      He frowned as he looked down at her. “Yes.”

      “Oh, I’m remarkably perceptive,” she said with amusement in her eyes. “I also suffer from extreme modesty about my other equally remarkable attributes.” She grinned.

      He laughed again.

      Kilraven came back, looking smug.

      “You look like a man with a mission,” Bentley mused.

      “Just finished one. That young man will never want to lift a video game again.”

      “Good for you. Didn’t arrest him?”

      Kilraven arched an eyebrow. “Actually he knows some cheat codes for ‘Call of Duty’ that even I haven’t worked out. So I called our police chief.”

      “Cheat codes are against the law?” Cappie asked, puzzled.

      Kilraven chuckled. “No. Cash has a young brother-in-law, Rory, who’s nuts about ‘Call of Duty,’ so our potential shoplifter is