Mercenary's Woman. Diana Palmer

feels, sitting in the dark.”

      He chuckled. “She wanted it that way. She felt you’d be safer if she kept you uninvolved.”

      She wanted to ask him about what Jessica had told her, that he’d phoned her about Sally before the painful move to Houston. But she didn’t quite know how. She was shy with him.

      He looked down at her again, his eyes intent on her softly flushed cheeks, her swollen mouth, her bright eyes. She lifted his heart. Just the sight of her made him feel welcome, comforted, cared for. He’d missed that. In all his life, Sally had been the first and only person who could thwart his black moods. She made him feel as if he belonged somewhere after a life of wandering. Even during the time she was in Houston, he kept in touch with Jessica, to get news of Sally, of where she was, what she was doing, of her plans. He’d always expected that she’d come back to him one day, or that he’d go to her, despite the way they’d parted. Love, if it existed, was surely a powerful force, immune to harsh words and distance. And time.

      Sally’s face was watchful, her eyes brimming over with excitement. She couldn’t hide what she was feeling, and he loved being able to see it. Her hero worship had first irritated and then elated him. Women had wanted him since his teens, although some loved him for the danger that clung to him. One had rejected him because of it and savaged his pride. But, even so, it was Sally who made him ache inside.

      He touched her soft mouth with his fingers, liking the faint swell where he’d kissed it so thoroughly. “We’ll have to practice more,” he murmured wickedly.

      She opened her mouth to protest that assumption when a laughing Stevie came running out the door like a little blond whirlwind, only to be caught up abruptly in Ebenezer’s hard arms and lifted.

      “Uncle Eb!” he cried, laughing delightedly, making Sally realize that if she hadn’t been around Ebenezer since their move from Houston, Jessica and Stevie certainly had.

      “Hello, tiger,” came the deep, pleasant reply. He put the boy back down on his feet. “Want to go to my place with Sally and learn karate?”

      “Like the ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ in the movies? Radical!” he exclaimed.

      “Karate?” Sally asked, hesitating.

      “Just a few moves, and only for self-defense,” he assured her. “You’ll enjoy it. It’s necessary,” he added when she seemed to hesitate.

      “Okay,” she capitulated.

      He led the way back into the house to where Jessica was sitting in the living room, listening to the news on the television.

      “All this mess in the Balkans,” she said sadly. “Just when we think we’ve got peace, everything erupts all over again. Those poor people!”

      “Fortunes of war,” Eb said with a smile. “How’s it going, Jess?”

      “I can’t complain, I guess, except that they won’t let me drive anymore,” she said, tongue-in-cheek.

      “Wait until they get that virtual reality vision perfected,” he said easily. “You’ll be able to do anything.”

      “Optimist,” she said, grinning.

      “Always. I’m taking these two over to the ranch for a little course in elementary self-defense,” he added quietly.

      “Good idea,” Jessica said at once.

      “I don’t like leaving you here alone,” Sally ventured, remembering what she’d been told about the danger.

      “She won’t be,” Eb replied. He looked at Jessica and one eye narrowed before he added, “I’m sending Dallas Kirk over to keep her company.”

      “No!” Jessica said furiously. She actually stood up, vibrating. “No, Eb! I don’t want him within a mile of me! I’d rather be shot to pieces!”

      “This isn’t multiple choice,” came a deep, drawling voice from the general direction of the hall.

      As Sally turned from Jessica’s white face, a slender blond man with dark eyes came into the room. He walked with the help of a fancy-looking cane. He was dressed like Eb, in casual clothes, khaki slacks and a bush jacket. He looked like something right out of Africa.

      “This is Dallas Kirk,” Eb introduced him to Sally. “He was born in Texas. His real name is Jon, but we’ve always called him Dallas. This is Sally Johnson,” he told the blond man.

      Dallas nodded. “Nice to meet you,” he said formally.

      “You know Jess,” Eb added.

      “Yes. I…know her,” he said with the faintest emphasis in that lazy Western drawl, during which Jess’s face went from white to scarlet and she averted her eyes.

      “Surely you can get along for an hour,” Eb said impatiently. “I really can’t leave you here by yourself, Jess.”

      Dallas glared at her. “Mind telling me why?” he asked Eb. “She’s a better shot than I am.”

      Jessica stood rigidly by her chair. “He doesn’t know?” she asked Eb.

      Eb’s face was rigid. “He wouldn’t talk about you, and the subject didn’t come up until he was away on assignment. No. He doesn’t know.”

      “Know what?” Dallas demanded.

      Jessica’s chin lifted. “I’m blind,” she said matter-of-factly, almost with satisfaction, as if she knew it would hurt him.

      The look on the newcomer’s face was a revelation. Sally only wished she knew of what. He shifted as if he’d sustained a physical blow. He walked slowly up to her and waved a hand in front of her face.

      “Blind!” he said huskily. “For how long?”

      “Six months,” she said, feeling for the arms of the chair. She sat back down a little clumsily. “I was in a wreck. An accident,” she added abruptly.

      “It was no accident,” Eb countered coldly. “She was run off the road by two of Lopez’s men. They got away before the police came.”

      Sally gasped. This was a new explanation. She’d just heard about the wreck—not about the cause of it. Dallas’s hand on the cane went white from the pressure he was exerting on it. “What about Stevie?” he asked coldly. “Is he all right? Was he injured?”

      “He wasn’t with me at the time. And he’s fine. Sally lives with us and helps take care of him,” Jess replied, her voice unusually tense. “We share the chores. She’s my niece,” she added abruptly, almost as if to warn him of something.

      Dallas looked preoccupied. But when Stevie came running back into the room, he turned abruptly and his eyes widened as he stared at the little boy.

      “I’m ready!” Stevie announced, holding out his arms to show the gray sweats he was wearing. His dark eyes were shimmering with joy. “This is how they look on television when they practice. Is it okay?”

      “It’s fine,” Eb replied with a smile.

      “Who’s he?” Stevie asked, big-eyed, as he looked at the blond man with the cane who was staring at him, as if mesmerized.

      “That’s Dallas,” Eb said easily. “He works for me.”

      “Hi,” Stevie said, naturally outgoing. He stared at the cane. “I guess you’re from Texas with a name like that, huh? I’m sorry about your leg, Mr. Dallas. Does it hurt much?”

      Dallas took a slow breath before he answered. “When it rains.”

      “My mama’s hip hurts when it rains, too,” he said. “Are you coming with us to learn karate?”

      “He’s already forgotten more than I know,” Eb said in a dry tone. “No, he’s going to take care of your mother while we’re gone.”