Tina Leonard - Ranger's Wild Woman

It hurt to be misunderstood. And he just didn’t want to say out loud what he really felt.

But he was going to have to do it. Somehow.

“I think it would be best if you and Cissy changed places,” he primly told Archer.

“Why?” everyone asked at once.

Irritation spiked his brows. “Because it would just be best for the sake of propriety.”

Archer’s expression said Ranger had lost his case with that one. “You’re beginning to sound like an idiot, bro.”

Hannah blew a huge bubble with pink gum, let it pop and blow back against her lips. How could any woman drink beer and chew bubble gum? It was weird. It was amazing. Disquieting. And it made him think about her pink tongue and her pink lips and her red-tipped dirty-blond hair. And sex.

Sex with…Hannah.

“Have you always had mental problems?” she demanded. “I’ve never heard so much nonsense in my life. How can riding in the back seat have a lack of propriety about it?”

“I can’t see you clearly,” he complained.

“We’re not doing anything exciting,” Hannah told him. “Nothing any more exciting than you and Cissy are doing. Currently.”

Maybe the edge in her voice was only heard by him, but it told him everything he needed to know. She’d been jealous of him and Cissy kissing, and now she was feeding him his own medicine with a large spoon.

Well, two could play at that game. “Never mind,” he said cheerfully. “Miss Cissy, let me help you into the seat. Comfortable? Did I tell you how much I like you in those jeans? No girl wears jeans like you do.”

And then he gave Hannah a big grin as he closed Cissy’s door.

KNOCK YOURSELF OUT, Hannah thought to herself. Play your one-man band in Cissy’s orchestra of admirers. I don’t care.

She couldn’t waste any time focusing on some ill-tempered male. Besides, Archer was proving to be very adept with card tricks. “Teach me that thing you did with moving the jacks around and pulling out a queen,” she said to him. “It’s a really smooth move.”

“Only if you’ll teach me how you know which card I pulled from the deck. I can’t figure out how you’re doing it,” Archer said admiringly. “It’s like you’ve got an extra eye or something.”

Hannah smiled, and shuffled the deck.

THREE HOURS DOWN the road, Ranger had to admit his plan had totally backfired. He might as well be a professional limo driver for all the attention Hannah paid him. She and Archer laughed like hyenas, and they still hadn’t worn the ink off those stupid cards yet. Well, they’d bent a few, so Hannah had merely reached into her duffel and pulled out a brand-new deck. This had set Ranger’s neck muscles to Too Tight, just like an over-wound machine.

And then, to make the whole thing more annoying, Archer pulled out dice. The two of them had been clacking and rolling them, and blowing on each other’s hands for luck.

It was all so disgustingly happy Ranger could only be grateful for the impending darkness. Then they’d have to quit their gaming, he thought with a mental rub of his palms.

But no. Archer pulled out a flashlight, aimed it at the roof of the truck as he jammed it into the seat to steady it, and they went on giggling like children keeping secrets from their elders.

Cissy closed her magazine and looked at him with a smile. “We sure do appreciate you taking us this far. I thought for sure we were out of a ride back there at the weigh station.”

He didn’t want to be reminded of his bad behavior. “Naw,” he said reluctantly. “I just hope you two have thought your new employment out fully. Mason would get all over me if I let either of you get hurt.”

“We’re not your responsibility, Ranger.”

“Not technically, I know. But we feel that all of you gals who helped us through the big storm are pretty much our sisters now.”

“I wasn’t there,” she reminded him.

“No, but Hannah was. And we know you. So we care about you.”

She didn’t say anything to that.

“In a brotherly sort of way, of course,” he hastened to explain. “We care about you like a little sister.”

It seemed to him that Cissy looked hopeful for a second. Then her impossibly large aquamarine eyes dimmed as she shook her head and re-opened her magazine.

“You sure have a lot of magazines in your bag,” he pointed out.

“I’m taking up cooking.” She smiled at his raised brow. “What? Didn’t you think a girl like me would want to cook?”

He frowned. “What do you mean, a girl like you?”

She shrugged.

“Oh, you mean, a gorgeous girl like you!” he said, his tone saying, I just got it. “The kind who’s so nice guys are always fighting to take her out!”

The most grateful smile he’d ever seen on a woman’s face lit Cissy’s eyes. “You’re okay, Ranger,” she said softly. “If I can help you in any way with your mission, let me know.”

“My mission?”

She barely moved her silvery brows to indicate the back seat, where neither Archer nor his partner in gaming was paying them any mind. “My little gamine friend,” she said softly.

Oh, no. They were not going there. He might have discovered that Cissy had a lot of smarts underneath that sexy platinum hair, but she wasn’t going to start reading his mind. He wasn’t that easy. “She’s not my mission. I’m joining the military to do my duty by my country.”

She smiled.

“If they’ll take me,” he amended. “I am a bit older than they like.”

“Hey, tough guy,” Cissy said, closing her magazine to look at him. “Maybe I should swap seats with her.”

“I like you right beside me. Don’t even think about it. She’ll just give me a heart attack, I’m sure. Death by arguing or something. Worse, she might insist on driving my truck, and then I’ll have to show my really ornery bachelor side.”

“As if she hasn’t seen that already. And survived it. Who would have known?”

“Exactly,” he said with a nod. “Hey, not exactly!”

Cissy laughed.

“How did you two get together anyway? I don’t remember the two salons having many cross-street friendships.”

“I didn’t want to live Marvella’s way anymore. I went to Delilah’s to ask for a job. I met Hannah in the hallway. She’d been crying.”

“Hannah crying?” Ranger scowled, the thought extremely unsettling. “I find that hard to imagine.”

“It wasn’t pretty,” Cissy told him. “That cute little face all scrunched up and running mascara. She is not a pretty crier, I warn you. Of course,” Cissy said with a sigh, “she’d been crying over some dopey guy, and that’s probably what made her so pathetic. I mean, what man is worth crying over?”

“She was crying over a man?” Ranger asked incredulously. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, positively. She spilled the whole story about him. Boy, he really broke her heart.”

“What a butthead,” Ranger said hotly. “She deserves better than someone who’s careless with her feelings!”

Cissy pulled a file out of her bag and began filing her nails. “I know. That’s precisely what I told her. That’s when she said she was going to Mississippi, and I said I could use a change of scenery, and presto-chango, here we are. Kind of funny how life works, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. All except the crying part.” It really bothered him that some boob had made Hannah cry. He resolved right then and there to be nicer to her. She was such a fragile little thing, always acting tough-enough, like a pullet in a chickenyard, but he knew better now, thanks to Cissy. Hannah was tenderhearted underneath that spicy attitude and paprika-tipped hair. Why, he just wanted to hug her to him and keep her safe and protect her from all the louses on the planet—

Giggles ripped from the back seat, and Hannah squealed as Archer grabbed her, wrestling her like a dogie to the seat. Cards flew, dice rolled, and something that looked like a sandal flew through the air. That was all Ranger’s ping-ponging, bug-eyed vision could see in the rearview mirror.

But whatever was going on back there, his twin and that sweet tenderhearted pullet were having one yahoo of a good time.

“Archer!” Hannah screamed, her voice delighted with laughter. “Stop!”

It was a full-blown ticklefest in the back seat, and from the sound of it, Hannah was on the happily losing end.

In the front seat, Cissy glanced at him without ceasing her filing. “Let me know if I can help you. When you decide to make your move, that is.”

“There’s going to be no move,” Ranger said from between gritted teeth. “At least, not from me.”

Cissy nodded. “Fear of failure?”

“No.” He glared at her. “Fear of the Curse of the Broken Body Parts.”

“Which is?”

“My brother Frisco fell for Annabelle Turnberry. He got a broken leg. Laredo got concussed when he fell for Katy Goodnight. I’ve kissed both of you. That actually puts fear into me. There could be two broken body parts waiting for me. No, it’s not fear of failure that sends me down the road, Cissy. It’s healthy self-respect and self-preservation.”

“You look fine to me so far. One piece, nothing missing. Nothing except a little spine, maybe. Just maybe. A small piece that could be mildly fractured and waiting for repair.”

“Not a durn thing wrong with my spine, thanks.”

“It’s pretty obvious you feel something for her, Ranger,” Cissy said softly.

“I feel protective. I feel brotherly. But nothing romantic, I assure you.”

“Okay. But let me make certain I understand this. You’ll know when love hits you by the amount of pain you suffer? Emotional masochism visited on the body in physical form?”

“To put it in my terms, doctor, if something breaks, I’ll know it’s the real thing.”

The giggling in the back seat subsided for the moment. Ranger decided they’d used up their oxygen share back there.

“Of course it could be your heart that gets broken,” Cissy said absently. “Which would be metaphoric, not a physical manifestation. And what would that tell you?”

“Nothing,” he said as his eyes searched the rearview mirror. He couldn’t see a thing because of the darkness, but that didn’t stop him from trying to see. It had gotten too quiet in the back seat.

“Where are we, anyway?” Cissy asked.

“A few hours east of Lonely Hearts Station, but probably a couple more hours from the state line. Desert.” Ranger peered into the darkness. “The wind has picked up so much it’s blowing sand against the windshield.” Turning on the windshield wipers, he tried to clear the dirty glass.

“Where are we going to sleep?” Hannah suddenly asked, leaning over the seat to eye him.

“Sleep?” Well, that was something he hadn’t thought about. When he’d left this morning, he’d figured on sleeping in his truck. He hadn’t planned on riders. Women. “I don’t think there’s a hotel anywhere around here. We’re pretty far into the desert, I think. There haven’t been any signs for miles.”

The thought of the four of them sleeping in the truck was unappealing, particularly as Archer would no doubt enjoy sleeping with Hannah more than Ranger would enjoy sleeping behind the steering wheel. Once again, Ranger felt an annoying spurt of jealousy heat the top of his head. “I’ll stop here and let you stretch your legs. Archer, if I can borrow my flashlight, I’ll check the map and see where we are.”

Pulling down a deserted lane, Ranger switched off the truck.

“I’m too tired to stretch my legs,” Hannah said. “I could go to sleep this second.”