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"You tired me out a hell of a lot more than the fence-cutters," he muttered, his hands wandering over her
slim body.
"Will you be able to get a little sleep?"
"It's only an hour until dawn. Pretty soon I'll have to get the men started, make sure they know what
they're supposed to be doing for the day. I might as well stay awake." Taking it for granted that she
would stay with him, Ben picked her up and carried her into the dimly lit parlor. As he settled into a slick
horsehair sofa, he pulled her into his lap and they shared another smoldering kiss.
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"I was worried about you," Addie confessed, push-ing past his shirt to lay her cheek against the bare
skin of his chest.
"Me?" He strained his fingers through her hair and coiled a lock of it around his hand. "No reason to be,
darlin'. The shooting was over long before I arrived on the scene. "
"When I heard you were taking the body to town, I was afraid someone would take a shot at you."
Ben half-smiled for the first time, turning his face down until their noses touched. "I think I like having
someone worry over me."
"You're not the only one I'm worried about." He sobered instantly. "Russ."
"I don't like the position he's put himself in."
"I admit he'll have to be careful from now on, but I don't think there's as much cause for concern as you
seem to "
"I think it's more serious than that," she said ear-nestly. "It's obvious he'll fight until his last breath to keep
the fence up. If you were the Johnsons, or any of the other people who are losing money and property
because of it, wouldn't you think the only thing to do is get him out of the way permanently?"
Ben stared at her silently, denial hovering on his lips.
"He's in danger," she said. "I know it."
"I'll talk to him."
"He has to be protected." Though she tried to sound matter-of-fact, her voice was strained. "Maybe I
sound overdramatic, but I'm not certain he's safe in the house."
"Addie, don't start borrowing trouble when "
"Would you think about having someone watch the house at night? Please."
"Are you serious?" Ben shook his head in bemuse-ment. "Honey, no one would get past the line riders
on the border of the property. And even if someone did manage that, do you actually think he'd have the
balls to sneak into the house? And if he got that far, how's he supposed to find the room Russ sleeps in?
And if-"
"What if it was someone who knew the ranch well?"
"If you're going to spend your time worrying, there are plenty of more likely things to worry about."
"Please." Unconsciously Addie clutched handfuls of his shirt. "Have someone watch the house every
night." She searched for the right words to say, some-thing that would make him agree. "Please . . . I'm
afraid."
Her last words affected him visibly. "Addie," he said, cradling her face in his hands, his eyes searching,
"have you seen or heard something?"
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"Not exactly. "
"I can't help unless you tell me."
Tell you what? That I lived in the future for twenty years and found out how my father was murdered?
Oh, and not only that, but I helped plan it, although I don't happen to remember what the plan was. And
by the way, if I hadn't fallen in love with you, I'd still consider you a suspect, and probably would anyway
if I didn't know how much you care for Russell. Just how am I supposed to tell you all that?
"Just do as I ask," she begged. "And don't let Daddy know, or he'll put a stop to it. He thinks he can
protect himself."
"Don't know why he'd think that. He's only lived thirty years on the range with hardly a scratch on him."
"Are you going to post a man outside the house?" She frowned until he nodded reluctantly. "Is that a
promise? You aren't just telling me that to keep me quiet?"
Ben stared her down, his voice ominously soft. "I'd never lie to you, Adeline."
"I didn't mean to imply that. I'm just "
"Afraid," he murmured, stroking the side of her face with a fingertip. Despite the gentleness of his touch,
she shivered with apprehension.
"You're angry."
"I'd wring your little neck if I thought I'd find out what's happened to make you feel this way."
"It's not important."
"It is to me."
"I'm just concerned about Daddy, that's all. And now that I know someone will watch the house, I feel
much better."
But Ben wasn't placated, and he continued to scowl, even as she decorated his face with invisible kisses.
"That's not helping, Adeline."
Addie stopped and looked at him, aware that her attempt at playfulness had fallen flat. She was still
afraid and they both knew it. Time was drawing nearer, bringing with it an unavoidable sense of doom.
She was frightened for Russell, and for Ben. He'd been blamed for Russell's murder before: he'd fled
Sunrise and wandered for fifty years. She'd seen him, a pa-thetic old man without a home. The opposite
of every-thing he was now. The image was dim, but still it lingered in the back of her mind, haunting her.
"Hold me," she finally said, feeling wretchedly guilty, and his arms drew around her. His voice was rough
and caressing at the same time.
"Little fool. Do you think I'm going to let anything happen to you? Keep your secrets for now. But this is
the last time I'll stand by and wring my hands over another of your little mysteries. There's going to come
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a time when I start asking questions, Addie, and I'll expect some answers. And God help you then if you
try to sweet-talk me out of it. Understand?" Ben waited until he felt her nod against his chest. Then he
pressed his lips against her hair. "Don't be afraid. Everything's going to be fine. You know I'll take care of
you."
As she clung to him, the dread and guilt disap-peared. Warmth stole through her with a penetrating
glow. She luxuriated in the protection of his body, melting with pleasure as his hands moved over her
back. As long as she was in his arms, he could keep her safe from anything. If only he would hold her
for-ever. She longed to tell him what she was truly afraid of, but there was no way she could, unless it
was in-directly.
"Ben? If you cared about a person and then found out he'd done some bad things in the past, would it
change your feelings about him?"
"It depends," Ben said thoughtfully. His hands stopped in mid-motion, then resumed their stroking. "I
suppose it would depend on what he did. If it was bad enough . . . yes, it would change how I felt about
him."
"But what if he'd changed and was truly sorry about what he'd done?"
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