Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

telling the truth. He wanted to give her time, to give her freedom, but there were limits to his abilities and he knew them better than most people.
    She traced the outline of his lips. "You're frowning."
    "I was lying. I can't lie to you like that. I'm not a perfect man, Mari. I want to be everything you need, but I can't watch you with other men while you figure out whether or not this relationship is the one you want."
    "Other men?" Her dark eyes glittered at him. "What do other men have to do with this?"
    "I don't want you looking to other men to help you figure things out."
    Her eyebrows drew together, and both hands clenched into fists. She glanced toward the forest again, then resolutely turned toward the house and stalked up the stairs to the porch to keep from hitting him. "Other men? You have got to be out of your mind. Did you already forget where I came from?"
    Mari paced across the porch, furious with him and herself. She'd put herself in a vulnerable position. She didn't belong here. She stole another look at the forest. She belonged there. She belonged with her sisters. She could trust them. They'd had a plan together, and she had deviated from the plan. She pressed her fingers to her suddenly throbbing temple. What had she done?
    He cleared his throat, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then shoved his hand through his hair in agitation. How the hell did men do this kind of thing on a daily basis? It was like walking through a minefield – one wrong step and everything would blow up in his face.
    "You're right, that was stupid of me. I'm not doing this very well."
    "Get over being worried about me and other men, Ken," she snapped.
    He nodded. He'd have to find a way to curb his jealousy fast. She wasn't a woman to put up with it. There was no way to miss the clenched fist. "Most women would have trouble with the solitude up here. In the winter, the road is impassable without snowmobiles. There aren't any phones. We have a radio of course, but not too many women want to be so isolated."
    Her gaze flicked to his face. "Do I seem to you the kind of woman who has to be entertained all the time? I'm used to isolation."
    "Mari, I've never done this before. Never. I've never once brought a woman to this house or wanted a relationship with one. I may be making every mistake in the book here, but I'm trying to be honest, not judge you."
    "Never?"
    "Never what?"
    "You've never brought a woman here before?"
    "This is my sanctuary, sweetheart. My home. I come here when the world closes in on me and I need to regroup. It's calm and peaceful and feels like home. You belong here; no one else ever has."
    "I don't really know what a home feels like." She gestured toward the forest. "I look at that and I feel like it's calling to me. I want to run free, Ken. Just run through the trees." Her eyes met his. "Could I do that?"
    He tried to still his pounding heart. He knew better than to try to hold a wild bird, but he wanted to grab her with both hands. "Of course. Tomorrow we'll get you a pair of running shoes. You can go out anytime you like. I prefer mornings, but it's beautiful all the time."
    She didn't reply, just stood staring at the beckoning trees.
    Ken held out his hand to her. She might not be fully committed to a relationship with him, but he was with her. She looked right and felt right in his sanctuary. More than anything else, for all his uneasiness over what to say and do, he felt happy, really happy, just with her being on his property. All he had to do was find a way to make her feel the same way.
    Mari put her hand in his and reluctantly followed him to the solid door, trying not to show fear. "How do you keep this house warm when it's snowing?"
    "We use wood heat. We have very efficient fireplaces in the bedrooms, great room, and kitchen. We can close off each wing of the house so it's private and separate, or open them and have one large home."
    "And Briony lives here year round?" She latched on to that. She wanted to see Briony –
    just once. One time. She had lived with memories and fantasies about her twin for so long, she wanted to see her.
    "We wouldn't leave her here alone if we were gone on a mission. Jack would never allow that." The words slipped out before he could censor them.
    Mari glanced at him sharply as she stepped across the threshold. " Allow? "
    "When it comes to Briony, we're very safety conscious. I imagine you will be as well.
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