But he knew this time there was another layer to the attraction between them. He knew it, felt it, dreamed it. He just didn't know what to do about it.

Callie seemed happy enough to shrug it all off, and that would have been Jake's choice, too, but there was more at stake now than just emotions.

Someone was trying to get to her, trying to unnerve her, hurt her where her heart lay. And though she was tough as nails, fiercely independent and strong-willed, it was working. It was getting to her. He could see it in her eyes, in the grim lines of her mouth, in the exhausted way she'd held her body.

He'd been wallowing in his own problems for so long it felt good to think of something else, someone else, and as he stood there beneath a night sky, a surge of something filled his chest. It took him a moment to recognize it as the same feeling that had always come over him when he was working on a fire or a rescue.

He had a purpose. He was needed. Since that was rare these days, he began walking again, toward Callie's cabin now. She might not want his help, or want him to check on her, but she was damn well going to get both.

When she didn't answer his knock, he jiggled her door handle. It was unlocked, damn it. Didn't she know how stupid that was? He pushed it open. "Callie."

Light from the small kitchen spilled into the living room. A blue display from a CD player glared in the far corner. Lying on her belly on the floor in front of it, a set of headphones holding back her wild hair, was Callie.

At the sight of her, he sucked in a breath. She wore only a thin, silky camisole and panties, in a pale color that seemed to glow in the dark and didn't do a thing to cover the tight, curvy body he'd been dying to touch again.

Her head was down on her bent arms, her face turned away from him. She hadn't moved an inch. Concern propelled him forward, and he hunkered down at her side, a hand on her back. "Callie-"

She nearly jerked right out of her skin, rolling away from him to her side, then up to her knees. "Jake? What the hell are you doing?"

"I just-"

"You don't knock?" She leapt to her feet and put a hand over her heart. Her nipples pressed against the thin silk, and in spite of himself, he couldn't tear his gaze off her, though he did take a moment to bless her lingerie fetish.

"You should have knocked!"

"You didn't answer."

"Maybe I didn't want company!" Whirling around, she revealed a silk wedgie, and a gorgeous ass. It wasn't nice to look, but he'd never been all that nice.

She grabbed her jeans off the floor and shoved a leg in. Nearly falling over, she shoved her other leg in, then glared at him. "Stop looking at me!"

He tipped his head back and studied the ceiling. "You said your head hurt. I was worried that it was related to your fall in the barn-"

"That was a week ago. This is just a regular stress headache." She snapped her jeans, jerked up her zipper. Sent more daggers his way.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Did I say I was falling apart and needed a keeper? No! I've told you, I don't need a hero." She whirled around in a circle, looking for her shirt, her breasts jiggling enticingly in her fury. "And I said stop looking at me!" Scooping up her shirt, she held it to her breasts, two high spots of color on her cheeks as she pointed at the door.

But the camisole had slits on the sides, and he'd just seen the vivid black and blue and green bruise on her ribs. That, added to her stress, and the pain in her eyes from her headache, made him hurt for her. He knew, God he knew, how it felt to be overwhelmed, hurting and alone, and he could no more walk away in that moment than stop breathing. He took her hand and pulled her around to the front of her couch. "Sit."

"No-"

He put a hand in the middle of bare chest and pushed. With a squeal, she went down, plopping to the soft cushions. He moved around behind her, and sliding his fingers into her long hair, began to massage her head.

A strangled sort of moan came from her lips.

"I'm sorry." He leaned over her. "What did you say?"

She merely moaned again as he kept massaging her scalp.

"Callie?"

"Shh. I'll go back to yelling at you in a minute." Her eyes were closed, her throat exposed. She still held her shirt up to her breasts. "Just don't even think about stopping."

"I won't."

For long moments there was nothing but silence and the sound of their breathing as he touched her, and when he finished, he merely shifted his attention to the back of her neck, letting out a disparaging sound. "You have a rock quarry in here."

She just let out another little moan that he shouldn't have found so wildly sexy.

"You're letting it all get to you," he murmured.

"No, I'm not."

"Of course you are. You're human, and at some point even you're going to have to admit it." Beneath his fingers, her skin was soft and creamy smooth. He wanted to put his mouth on her, but the knots beneath the surface of all that creamy, soft skin tore at him.

"All I need is to relax enough to get some good sleep," she mumbled.

"I only know one surefire way to relax before going to sleep."

"A drink?"

"An orgasm." Preferably for the both of them.

She snorted her opinion of that so he kept massaging her. When he'd finished her neck, she leaned forward, giving him better access to her shoulders. "Sometimes," she whispered, "I don't know what to do with you."

He had plenty of ideas.

"It's just that you're..."

"What?"

"Sexy," she said, surprising him. "And you always smell good. How do you do that?"

"I've got nothing on you." One of the silky straps fell from her shoulder. He helped the other fall, too. "You smell like-"

"Horses."

"Yeah, horses." He'd been going to say heaven. "And pigs, too."

The sound that escaped her was definitely a laugh, and he smiled.

"Sometimes I think to myself, just jump him," she said. "Just do it."

"I'm all for that," he said fervently.

"But then I look at you, really look at you, and I see a pain there. I don't know what it is; missing your job, your life, or something else, but seeing it makes my heart squeeze." She sighed. "I can't lust after you and have it be simple if when I look into your eyes my heart squeezes."

"I can cover my face so you can't see my eyes."

"Stop it. Stop making light of this."

His smile faded, and he came around to kneel in front of her. "I am missing my world, you know that. Being out here is forcing me to think about things, make decisions that I don't want to make."

"Like selling the ranch."

"Like selling," he agreed. "Even when doing so to save my ass ends up changing others' lives. I don't want to do that to you, to any of you."

"I know."

"Being here, seeing what this place means to all of you, knowing I have to sell...it sucks."

"Sometimes life sucks."

"And then there's you and me."

"No, there's not."

"We have to face it, Callie."

"Well, whatever it is, it's going to have to be willing to take its time," she said. "Because my head is full. So is yours."

"That'll be new, taking my time with a woman. How's the headache now?"

"Better, thanks to you." She stood and slipped into her shirt. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was embarrassed to be caught lying around in my underwear. It made me feel vulnerable."

"Everyone feels vulnerable sometimes."

"Even you?"

"Honey, I feel vulnerable every time I look at you."

"That's a pathetic come-on line."

"That wasn't a come-on line. It was the truth. And so was me being worried about you. Someone's screwing with you out here. I don't like it."

"Someone's screwing with the ranch."

"It seems more personal than that. How sure are you about the crew-"

"Extremely."

"Stone drinks. Lou's boss says he's a cheat. Amy won't look me in the eyes. How can you be sure about any of them?"

She finished buttoning herself, and put her hands on her hips. "Which actually brings us to another point," she said. "Have you noticed that this all started after you came here? Maybe someone's messing with you."

"No, that doesn't make any sense. Unless Tucker-"

"No," she said firmly. "You know your brother better than that."

"Actually, I don't. He won't let me in."

"He feels betrayed. Deserted."

"He told you that?"

"It's obvious. You dumped him here and never looked back."

"Yeah, that's what I did." He scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling his own headache coming on. "We used to be close."

"What happened?"

"I don't know." He let out a harsh breath. "That's not true. A lot happened."

"Like what?"

"When I was young, my mother traveled extensively."

"For her job?"

"You could say that. Her career was marrying men. She was gone a lot, even after Tucker was born. So I took care of him." At the time it'd been about survival, for the both of them. It hadn't been until later that he'd realized how much Tucker had meant to him. "Then I turned seventeen, graduated high school, and my mother got her fifth or sixth divorce. She had more time, and realized how close Tucker and I were. She hated that."

"I don't think I like your mother."

He laughed a little. "No, you wouldn't. Tucker was five, and pretty self-contained. So she kicked me out and replaced all the men in her life with Tucker. And he became the center of her world. I went to San Diego, and they moved around a lot after that. I kept track of them the best I could, but she made it difficult. When I called, she didn't want him to talk to me."

"So Tucker thinks you left when he was five and never looked back?"

"I don't know what he thinks."

"He's glad you're here now."

"Really? Because he just warned me to stay away from you or else."

Callie blinked. "What?"

"Yeah. He thinks I'm going to do this." He stepped close, bent his head and kissed her. "And this..." Pulling her close, he deepened the kiss.

With another of those sexy little sounds, she wrapped her arms around his neck, arched against him, and danced her tongue to his. And just like that, Jake was a goner, a complete goner as he glided his hands up her body, holding her face still because he couldn't get enough. He was deathly afraid he could never get enough. Their bodies collided, shifted, and hungry for more he took it-until a shaft of pain shot through his shoulder.

"Sorry," she gasped, and tried to pull free, but he held on to her.

"It's okay, it's okay," he promised, thinking he'd take a thousand more hits like that, if she'd only stay close.

But she backed away. "You should go."

"What? Why?"