He lay there enjoying the feel of a woman in his arms. The darkness in the room began to fade as dawn crept through the window. He had to get up soon. There were reports to file, poachers to catch, and there was the matter of Aliyah.
There was still little he knew about her other than the fact she was only half human. She’d mentioned family and that she’d lived in Alaska. And that she’d been in Africa when she’d taken by the hunters.
He frowned when the thought occurred to him that she hadn’t asked to contact her family. If she had been a captive for six months, wouldn’t she want to be reunited with her family? Wouldn’t she not want to worry them any longer?
The idea that she’d been so reticent bothered him. Not that she owed him anything, but he wanted her to trust him.
His mood turned thoughtful, and he inched his way out of bed and headed for the shower. As the warm water sluiced over his body, he wracked his brain for a solution to the predicament he and Aliyah faced.
Aliyah would have to stay here, and that made him nervous. His work would take a few hours at the least, and leaving her alone that long didn’t sit well. But he couldn’t take her with him. He could just see it. Something would set her off, she’d freak out and poof. Cheetah unleashed in the sheriff’s department.
He finished scrubbing and stepped out, grabbed a towel, and walked naked into the bedroom, scrubbing at his hair. When he pulled the towel away from his head, he glanced over to see Aliyah staring at him with sleepy eyes.
Neither spoke. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist then crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I have to go into work,” he said, breaking the silence. “Will you be okay here…alone?”
She studied him for a moment, her head cocked, her golden eyes lighting over his skin. “You’re really asking if I’ll still be here when you get back.”
He stared at her for a moment then slowly nodded.
She stared back, inclining her head as well.
He reached for the sheet and pulled it down to bare her leg. The wound didn’t look as angry, but it was far from healed.
“There’s food in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you need. The number to the station is by the phone. If anything happens or you need me, just call. I’ll try not to be too long.”
“Are you going after the poachers?” she asked.
He nodded grimly. “I’m going to try.”
“I could probably help,” she said in a low voice.
“No,” he said, then realized he’d barked at her. “No,” he said in a lower voice. “I won’t put you at risk. I need you to stay here and inside the house. Don’t go out for any reason.”
“Okay.”
He leaned down and ran his finger down her cheek. “Take care of yourself while I’m gone.”
He stood and went to dress. He could feel her gaze as he pulled on his clothing, and the warm hum of arousal heated his veins.
He turned to her one more time as he prepared to leave the bedroom. “I’ll start a fire and stack some wood on the hearth so all you’ll have to do is add logs throughout the day.”
She smiled, and he gave her one last stare before he walked out.
Aliyah watched him go then laid her head back on the pillow with a confused sigh. She was free after six months in captivity. She should be going home as fast as she could, and yet, here she was, making promises to stay that she couldn’t keep.
For the first time in several long months, she felt at peace. Calm. Her reprieve from the stress and edginess was hard fought but welcome.
During the night she’d twitched and spasmed as she’d fought the urge to shift. Several times he’d come awake, his hands gliding over her body as he murmured comforting words. She’d loved the way his voice slid over her skin, a much-needed balm. She wanted more. She needed this man, and it frightened her.
She threw back the covers and slid her legs over the side of the bed. She stood, testing the strength of her injured leg. Shaky and a little wobbly, but otherwise she could walk on it. It gave her a twinge as she made her way toward the door, but in another day or two, she should be well enough to travel.
And that was the excuse she fed herself for staying. She needed to regain her strength before she attempted to return to her family.
They probably thought she was dead, and that saddened her. In the six long months of her captivity, what had tortured her most wasn’t her fear or the terrible conditions she’d been forced to endure. It was the thought of her mother’s tears and her father’s grief.
She wasn’t sure they could endure it again after losing one child so long ago.
As she looked down at her naked body, it occurred to her that she had absolutely nothing to wear. With a frown, she went to Duncan’s closet and thumbed through the hangers until she found a flannel shirt. It would be warm and soft and hopefully wouldn’t irritate her skin. The more time she spent in human form, the more she’d adapt.
She pulled it on and gathered it close, inhaling Duncan’s scent as it surrounded her. Spicy, a little like wood. Warm and masculine. Strong. Like him. It made her feel safe.
She buttoned the shirt up but left her legs bare, not wanting to aggravate her wound. It felt a little odd to be walking bare assed through Duncan’s house, not because the immodesty bothered her, but because she was in a strange man’s house bare assed naked.
Then she laughed because it wasn’t as though she hadn’t stuck that bare ass in the air in a clear invitation for him to ride her hard. Her cheeks warmed, and she closed her eyes against the embarrassment tightening her skin.
He’d felt so good, though. So incredibly right. She’d never felt that way with a man. They could make her feel good. Any man with a modicum of know-how could make a woman get off, but Duncan …he knew how to love a woman. Knew just how to touch her, to kiss her. Sex with him had been… She shook her head. She couldn’t even come up with a descriptor that did it justice.
She padded into the living room and stopped at the small French doors leading to the wooden deck at the back of the cabin. A light frost had kissed the earth, and when she touched the glass, it felt cold.
Winter was coming. Her parents would be safely ensconced in their Alaska n cabin on one of the small islands off the coast of Kodiak. She closed her eyes and imagined herself there gazing out over the emerald green waters of the inlet where the cabin was nestled.
Eagles flew regularly overheard, and often her mother would join them. Kodiak bears roamed freely over the island. She’d watched her father amble through the forest then stand to his magnificent twelve foot height, his brown fur glistening in the sun.
They had made a great sacrifice in leaving their haven to take Aliyah to Africa. But after Kaya’s discovery and disappearance, they hadn’t wanted to risk the same happening to Aliyah.
Kaya. Even now, so many years later, sadness gripped Aliyah when she thought of her sister.
Kaya had also been a great cat. A North American mountain lion. The majestic cougar. Aliyah, though young when Kaya disappeared, could vividly remember staring into the beautiful amber eyes of her sister.
Chilled from standing so close to the door, she stepped away and moved toward the fireplace. She allowed the heat to warm her front before turning her back to the flames.
Her gaze flickered as it fell on the telephone sitting on the coffee table. She ached to call her mother, to let her know she was alive. She waged an inner war with herself over the need to talk to her parents and the desire to keep them and herself safe.
She continued to stare at the phone, her gut churning, her eyes burning. She closed them as her mother’s face shimmered in her mind. Soft, gentle, so warm. There was nothing like a mother’s hugs and Aliyah had gone so long without them.