There were stones arranged in a circle around an outside campfire site, and he reached beneath one, bringing out a key that had been sealed inside a plastic sandwich bag. Ranger went over to the sturdy-looking door and used the key to unlock both brass locks.
Dana checked the door trim, but there was no circular design here like the one she’d seen on the other house near Farmington. If her suspicions were right and the marking indicated a Brotherhood of Warriors’ or police safe house, this building wasn’t included.
She followed him in, then, curious, studied the room carefully. The living area was sparsely furnished, with an old handmade wooden table constructed of pine planks, and several wooden chairs. The fireplace was big, made of stone, and looked like it could take off any chill on a cold evening. There was one simple wood-framed futon with a thick cushion in the center of the room. “That’s modern,” she said, surprised to see it there.
“The raccoons have a habit of breaking in and tearing up the furniture so we bought something that was comfortable and cheap.”
“You and your brother?”
“Yes. We’re twins.”
Two men like Ranger? She couldn’t even imagine it. “Are you identical?”
“Women always ask me that. Makes me wonder what they’re thinking,” he said, laughing. “But to answer your question, Hunter’s my fraternal twin. There’s a family resemblance, I suppose, but I don’t think we look that much alike, nor do we act and think alike. But despite all that, we’re close. I’ll introduce you someday.”
“I’d like that.” Aware of how cold it was in the cabin, she rubbed her hands together for warmth and wished she’d brought a warmer jacket.
“I’ve got a better way of staying warm,” he said, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around her. “I guarantee results.”
The promise swept over her like a slow, hot wind and her heart began thumping wildly. Taking a steadying breath, she forced her tone to stay cool and detached. “Of course you’re talking about putting logs in the fireplace.”
“Not really. That’ll do the trick, too, I suppose, but it’s not nearly as much fun,” he added in her ear, then stepped away. “Make yourself at home. I’ll go bring in some wood.”
As he went through the small kitchen and out the back door, Dana breathed a sigh. The sparks between them practically made the air sizzle. The big difference was that, to her, those sparks were simply first steps down the path to something deeper. Yet, from what she’d learned about him, Ranger loved the sparks for their own sake.
She pushed back the thought. It was useless speculation. They had no future together. Soon, she’d be leaving him behind and setting out on her own to go find Hastiin Dííl. She’d already come up with a plan. All she needed now was the chance to put it into motion.
Chapter Twelve
Dana sat alone on the hearth in front of a roaring fire. Nights in New Mexico could get very cold and tonight was no exception.
Ranger took a seat on the futon after placing more firewood on a cast-iron rack that looked homemade.
“I can’t get that last evening with my friend out of my mind,” she said quietly, staring into the fire. “If only I’d have seen what was going down sooner, or if I’d just reacted faster…”
“Stop. That’s exactly what you should not do. Second-guessing yourself is only going to make you crazy. Believe me.”
It was the way his voice dropped when he’d spoken those last two words that instantly captured her attention. “You have your own nightmares to deal with, don’t you?” she asked in a whisper, her heart going out to him. No matter what else was in play, they’d both lost someone who mattered to them.
He nodded. “That’s one of the reasons I chose to come here. This cabin, to me, is a place of healing,” he said, then added, “grab your jacket. There’s something I’d like you to see.”
Once outside, it took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the moonlight was bright. He led her to the side of the fence that bordered the back and pointed to a small climbing vine.
“In the sunlight the leaves of that plant are a bright blue-green,” he began in a quiet voice. “It was my mother’s favorite plant. The vine isn’t supposed to grow at this altitude, but my mother kept bringing seeds and cuttings and wouldn’t give up. Then one day the vine began to grow. It’s been there for the last twenty or so years. It dies back after the first frost of the season then returns every spring covered with small orange flowers,” he said, then in a thoughtful voice added, “that vine is my mother’s way of reminding us that time, and love, can work miracles, and love endures, no matter how difficult its beginning.”
Ranger pulled her into his arms and for a moment held her gaze. His dark eyes gleamed with desire…and something more. Knowledge? For that one instant she was almost sure that he’d guessed she was planning to escape. But that was impossible…wasn’t it?
When his lips covered hers, all her thoughts faded away. The pounding of his heart against hers, the roughness and possessiveness of his kiss, bathed her in exquisite sensations.
By the time he eased his hold, her knees were ready to buckle. She shivered, holding onto him out of necessity as well as desire.
“Let’s go back inside,” he said.
She nodded. If only they’d met under different circumstances. Ranger’s courage and his determination to restore harmony and balance said more about him than words ever could. Now, to complete what she had to do, she’d have to find the same qualities in herself. She’d given her word to Hastiin Sani, and it was time to honor that commitment.
She pulled her hand away from his as they reached the hearth. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” she said. “I’m going to call it a night.”
As she went down the hall, she palmed the car keys from the table then stepped into the bedroom. Pulling the door half-shut, she blew out the kerosene lamp. Then she waited, sitting in the dark and listening. She wouldn’t try the window until she was sure he’d gone to sleep.
She already had a plan. She’d let the car roll downhill as far as possible before starting it up. That promised to be the tricky part-hoping the noise wouldn’t wake him. If she was lucky, she’d be able to get a good head start and he’d never catch up.
Minutes slipped by with agonizing slowness. She could hear him moving around in the living room. Finally, when it was close to four in the morning, she couldn’t hear him anymore.
Dana crept to the double hung window, unfastened the lever at the top and pulled the bottom half up slowly. On closer inspection, it was even narrower than she’d thought. No matter how much she pushed and maneuvered trying to get her shoulders through, there wasn’t enough clearance. She then tried feet first, and got as far as her ribs, but no farther.
Bruised but unhurt, Dana closed the window, fastened the latch, then returned to the bed, frustrated. She’d never make it out either door, not with him in the living room. Of that she was certain.
Moments after she’d returned to the bed, he knocked softly at the door. “You all right?”
“What?” she managed in a muffled voice.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. Just wanted to make sure everything’s all right. Thought I heard something, then I felt a draft.” He came into the room and checked the window.
She watched him, glad now that she’d shut and latched it. “Could you open it a crack? I know it’s cold, but I really like a little fresh air at night.”
He smiled and pushed it up about four inches. “Too much?”
“No, just right. You can close the door completely if you think I’m going to freeze you to death.”
“I’ve got plenty of blankets, and the warmth of the fireplace.” He lingered at her door for a second.
“Something wrong?” she asked.