The Promise of Home. Kathryn Springer

direction.

       Jenna’s breath gathered in her lungs as the animal changed direction and started to lope toward them.

      * * *

       Devlin McGuire had just finished unloading the last of the gear from his SUV when he heard a muffled shriek near the lake.

       Definitely human. Unmistakably feminine.

       Mirror Lake, both the town and the small body of water it had been named after, didn’t attract many tourists in the summer but Dev had noticed lights in the windows of the vacant cabin next door the last time he’d been home.

       He had hoped his new neighbors would have moved on by the time he returned, but apparently they were sticking around a little longer. Soaking up some sun and enjoying the peace and quiet of the lake.

       Something Dev would have appreciated himself right about now.

       Shouldering his canvas backpack, he took a step toward the cabin. Less than ten yards away, a shower with hot water waited. And a porterhouse steak in the freezer…

       Another shriek. This one sent a flock of crows swirling into the air like smoke from a black powder rifle—and carried a distinct edge of panic.

       Dev decided the porterhouse could wait a few more minutes.

       Making his way through the narrow strip of woods that separated the two cabins, he caught a glimpse of a vehicle parked in the driveway. As he stepped into the clearing for a better look, he stopped short at the sight that greeted him.

       A young woman sat on the hood—the hood—of a sleek, charcoal gray Audi, peering down at something…

      Oh, no.

       At the base of the front left tire, Dev spotted a large animal stretched out on the ground.

       Adrenaline surged through his veins and carried him forward. He sprinted across the yard, boots crunching over the patches of sun-scorched grass.

       The woman’s head jerked up.

       A shimmering curtain of silver blond hair parted to reveal the kind of face that ordinarily graced the cover of celebrity magazines. Porcelain skin. High cheekbones. Big blue eyes that, if it were possible, seemed to get even bigger when he skidded up to the car.

       “What happened?” Dev ground out.

       “It…it just came out of nowhere—”

      Tourists.

       Dev wasted a precious second to scowl at the woman. “How fast were you going, anyway?”

       “Fast? I wasn’t…I didn’t hit it. I was—” A low growl snipped off the rest of the sentence and the woman skittered backward.

       Dev dropped to his knees and the shaggy head snapped around, fangs bared around the object locked between its jaws.

       Relief mixed with the adrenaline as Dev came face-to-face with a pair of intelligent, albeit guilty, brown eyes.

       “Violet, no. Drop it.”

      “Violet?” the woman squeaked.

       “That’s her name.” Dev held out his hand and received a soggy shoe with a ridiculously high heel in return. He scrubbed a thumb over a tooth mark in the leather, winced when it didn’t come out. “I’m sorry she scared you. Violet might be the size of a Volkswagen Bug, but she’s harmless.”

       “It…it looks like a wolf.”

       Which explained why she’d taken refuge on the hood of her car. Sort of.

       “Your average timber wolf doesn’t wear a collar.” Dev buried his hand in the thick ruff of fur around the dog’s neck and jingled a pink, heart-shaped tag as proof.

       “I thought she was going to attack me.”

       Dev arched a brow. “So you threw a shoe at her?”

       “I didn’t throw it. It…fell off.” She was glaring at him now, not Violet.

       Dev was getting the distinct impression that the blame had somehow shifted from the dog to its owner.

       Violet bumped his arm, her pink tongue unfurling in a cheerful doggy grin, content to let him clean up the mess she’d made. Typical.

       Dev buried a sigh and reached out his hand to help the woman down.

       She didn’t move.

       It occurred to Dev that he probably looked a little…rough. A razor hadn’t touched his face for over a week and his camo fatigues had been washed in a spring—

       The breeze shifted and Dev saw the straight little nose twitch.

       —And dried by the campfire.

      Yup. Now she thinks you’re a serial arsonist.

       He scraped up some of the manners that had gotten a little rusty from lack of use.

       “I’m Dev McGuire.”

       “Jenna—” Her lips compressed as if she regretted revealing that much information. “Just…Jenna.”

       Dev wondered what he could say to reassure her that neither he—nor his dog—were a threat.

       “I live next door.”

       Eyes as blue as the forget-me-nots scattered along the shoreline fixed on a point beyond his shoulder, as if she were gauging the distance between the two places.

       Now she moved. Away from him.

       Dev’s lips tipped in a rueful smile.

       Apparently that wasn’t it.

      Chapter Two

      Jenna stiffened.

       Was he laughing at her?

       When she’d seen the animal hurtling across the patch of lawn like a furry twister, Jenna automatically slammed the car door to protect the children inside.

       Which left her on the outside.

       Faced with a decision—one hastened by the knowledge that the size and weight of something didn’t necessarily reduce its capacity for speed—Jenna had vaulted onto the hood, sacrificing a shoe in the process.

       So maybe she’d reacted—okay, shrieked. Once. Or had it been twice? But not very loudly. And only because the beast had pounced on one of her favorite Kate Spades as if it were a juicy T-bone steak.

       Jenna had been trying to figure out a way to get back inside the car when he showed up.

       Her heart had almost stopped at the sight of the man in camouflage emerging from the woods that bordered the property.

       Jenna sneaked another look at Dev McGuire and what she saw didn’t exactly put her mind at ease.

       The man looked as unkempt as the wolf-dog-public nuisance now sitting sedately at his feet.

       A swatch of sable hair, carelessly combed by the warm breeze skipping off the lake, had fallen across his broad forehead. Underneath a heavy growth of stubble, the features were lean and defined, a pleasing clash of sharp angles and rugged planes. Tiny lines fanned out from eyes that should have been hazel or chocolate brown, not a pale amber that reminded Jenna of clover honey.

       “I can replace the shoes if necessary.” Dev McGuire broke the silence that had fallen between them and shot the dog a wry look. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to make…ah, restitution for damages.”

       Jenna didn’t doubt that for a minute.

       “That’s not necessary.” She replaced her shoe and slid off the opposite side of the car.

       Dev looked amused, as if he’d guessed that she wanted to keep her distance. Between him and his dog.

       “If you ever do see a wolf, Just