capitulating, which he doubted she was buying. Good thing, too. Because, while he didnât mind keeping her in the loop, if he thought something was going to keep her and the camp safe, he was doing it whether she okayed it or not.
âRule number two. Hands off.â
Now he lifted an eyebrow. âExceptââ
âNo exceptions.â
âThere are always exceptions.â
She slowed down slightly and stared at him.
âOkay, okay,â he said, lifting his hands. âEyes on the road.â
âPromise?â
âHands off,â he responded.
âPromise,â she reiterated.
âYou trust my word, but not me?â
âPromise.â
He sighed. âI canât.â
She started to say something, then stopped as his answer apparently sunk in.
âRoad,â he said casually.
She swerved back into her lane, swearing under her breath. âWhat do you mean you canât? You mean you wonât.â
âNo, I mean I canât. I donât lie, Kate. And since I canât guarantee Iâm never going to put my hands on you again, Iâm not going to promise you that I wonât. I can promise Iâd try, but why bother? We both know I wonât try all that hard if I donât want to. Either we will get tangled up again or we wonât; itâs as simple and as complicated as that. You canât go making rules about it.â
âSure you can. You might be impulsive and impatient, but even as a teenager you had self-control. At least where I was concerned anyway.â
She sounded almostâ¦put out by that. He hid his smile this time. He wanted to get the rest of the way into town in one piece. âThat was then. Iâve tasted you now.â
He glanced over in time to see her swallow hard and notice how her knuckles grew even whiter, which was saying something considering she already had a death grip on the steering wheel. What she didnât do was argue with him. He relaxed. Just a little. âI can make you one promise, though.â
âIâm dying to hear it,â she said, not bothering to temper her sarcasm.
âI wonât do anything you donât want me to.â
The truck pulled a little to the right when she convulsively loosened her hold on the wheel, and she said something under her breath that sounded a lot like âsweet Jesus,â which he doubted had anything to do with keeping the truck in the right lane. But he wouldnât swear to it.
He took greater stock in the blush that stained her previously pale skin. âYou know, you look better with a little color in your cheeks. I donât think youâre getting enough sleep. Or something. So, what are the other rules?â
âOh, shut up. I donât know why I bothered.â
âSee? Just what I said.â He grinned. âIâm growing on you, arenât I?â
âGetting under my skin is more like it,â she muttered.
âAs long as Iâm getting somewhere.â
âDonovan, I swear, if youâwhat?â she said when she glimpsed something in his expression.
He didnât think heâd been that obvious. âMac.â
âWhat? Oh. Right. What difference does it make? Itâs not like you donât know who Iâm talking to.â
She slowed as they came around the final bend into town. They had maybe a few minutes left at best. He debated on getting into it, or just letting it go. But, if they were talking about things getting under her skin, she had no idea how hearing her say his birth name got under his.
She shrugged. âYouâve always been Donovan to me. At least, thatâs how Iâve always thought of you, not that we talked or anything.â
The only other woman whoâd ever called him that was his mother. Not that he remembered much about her, other than the stories that had followed her right out of Winnimocca. But he knew from those stories that sheâd
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