The Complete Mackenzie Collection by Linda Howard Page A

they grew up together and fought like wildcats the whole time. Still do, I guess, but some families are like that. They’re still pretty close.”
    That kind of family was strange to Mary, but it sounded warm and secure, too, to be able to fight with someone and know he still loved you.
    “So she hit him for laughing at her?”
    “And because he was convenient. No one is going to get too angry with Miss Beecham. She taught all the adults in this county, and we all still think a lot of that old lady.”
    “That sounds so nice,” Mary said, smiling. “I hope I’m still here when I’m that old.”
    “Are you planning to raise cain at school board meetings, too?”
    “I hope so,” she repeated.
    He leaned down to open the car door for her. “I hope so, too. Be careful driving home.” After she got in, he closed the door and touched his fingers to his hat brim, then strode away.
    He was a nice man. Most of the people in Ruth were nice. They were blind where Wolf Mackenzie was concerned, but basically they weren’t vicious people.
    Wolf. Where had he gone?
    She hoped Joe wouldn’t decide to stop his lessons because of this. Though she knew it was foolish to count her chickens prematurely, she felt a growing certainty that he would be accepted into the Academy and was inordinately proud that she could be part of getting him there. Aunt Ardith would have said that pride goeth before a fall, but Mary had often thought that a person would never fall if he didn’t first try to stand. On more than one occasion she had countered Aunt Ardith’s cliché of choice with her own “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” It had always made Aunt Ardith huffy when her favorite weapon was turned against her. Mary sighed. She missed her acerbic aunt so much. Her supply of clichés might wither from lack of use without Aunt Ardith to sharpen her wits against.
    When she turned into her driveway, she was tired, hungry and anxious, afraid that Joe would try to be noble and stop his lessons so she wouldn’t have any more trouble because of him. “I’ll teach him,” she muttered aloud as she stepped out of the car, “if I have to follow him around on horseback.”
    “Who are you following around?” Wolf demanded irritably, and she jumped so violently that she banged her knee against the car door.
    “Where did you come from?” she demanded just as irritably. “Darn it, you scared me!”
    “Probably not enough. I parked in the barn, out of sight.”
    She stared up at him, drinking in the sight of his proud, chiseled face and closed expression. The starlight was colorless, revealing his features in stark angles and shadows, but it was enough for her. She hadn’t realized how starved she had been for the sight of him, the heart-pounding nearness of him. She couldn’t even feel the cold now, the way blood was racing through her veins. This was probably what “being in heat” meant. It was breathtaking and a little scary, but she decided she liked it.
    “Let’s go in,” he said when she made no effort to move, and Mary silently led the way to the back door. She’d left it unlocked so she wouldn’t have to fumble with a key in the dark, and Wolf’s black brows drew together when she turned the knob and pushed the door open.
    They entered, and Mary closed the door behind them, then turned on the light. Wolf stared down at her, at the silky brown hair escaping from its knot, and he had to clench his fists to keep from grabbing her. “Don’t leave your door unlocked again,” he ordered.
    “I don’t think I’ll be burgled,” she countered, then admitted honestly, “I don’t have anything a self-respecting burglar would want.”
    He’d sworn he wouldn’t touch her, but even though he’d known it would be difficult to keep his hands to himself, he hadn’t realized quite how difficult. He wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her, but he knew if he touched her in any way at all, he wouldn’t want to stop. Her