Viper Game

He’d sworn off women, and here he was, breaking his vow, because this particular woman interested him as no other ever had. He was going to get more than heartbreak if he insisted on pursuing her. Other men would covet her the moment she opened her mouth, or looked sideways at them. Worse, she was more than just that sexual lure – she had to be lethal.

Wyatt didn’t care if the man overseeing the project was someone named Thomas Braden. Pepper was one of Dr. Whitney’s experiments, and that meant she was meant to be a soldier. She had killer instincts and the ability to kill silently and swiftly just like any other GhostWalker.

Her breathing calmed. So did her body. And that made him think he was the instigator of the dreams – not Pepper. That didn’t make him happy. He’d always been sexual. Hell, every one of his brothers was as well. He was a true son of the bayou. Sultry nights and beautiful Cajun women just plain put such thoughts in a man’s head.

“Don’t.” She said it softly, her tone drowsy from the painkiller. “Don’t think about sex anymore. I’m having enough trouble with the bite this time.”

“I’m sorry. You’re… potent. I don’ know what it is, woman, but you’ve got me tied up in knots.” And harder than a damned rock. His sense of humor was beginning to kick in and that could be fatal. “Before we go any further in our relationship, you might tell me just what other weapons you have available to you besides sex. Just in case we should argue or somethin’.” Deliberately he drawled the question.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Her mouth curved into a smile. “Our relationship? I’m not certain what that means, bayou man.”

“That means you and me. Together. You’ve got that knife, and the men in our family are really fond of women who carry knives. Which reminds me, I forgot to return Nonny’s to her. One of the guards at the laboratory stole it from her.”

“That’s why you were there?” This time her eyes actually opened and she looked at him. “To get your grandmother’s knife back?”

He swept back her hair again, using his palm in order to feel her forehead. “That and to beat the livin’ daylights outa Larry the guard. He shoved her. She’s no spring chicken, although never tell her I said that. She’d take a switch to me just to show me she’s still spry.”

For the first time she actually smiled. “You really went there to call out one of the guards? It had nothing to do with me or the babies? I knew it. Somehow I just knew that’s what you were doing.”

“Well, Grand-mere did mention the presence of the Rougarou in the swamp and told me she was keepin’ the shotgun handy. I think she did expect me to take care of that as well, but seein’ as how you and the little one turned out to be the swamp monsters, she’ll be happy enough that I just gave the guard a beatin’ and took her knife back.”

“It was a serious beating,” Pepper said. “You weren’t kidding around, and I could tell you were going easy on him.”

“So you were watchin’ me all along,” Wyatt said, giving her a grin that spoke volumes. “Likin’ what you saw. You just had to come here and show me that knife, didn’ you?” Before she could answer he frowned. “You and Nonny didn’ cook this up together, did you? She’s been wantin’ a woman and babies outa us boys for a while now.” He poured suspicion into his voice.

“Now that you say that, she did mention it a time or two that you were hopeless at finding a woman yourself and she was thinking of buying you one of those mail-order brides to help you along your way.” Pepper delivered the revelation with a straight face. “We had a lot of time to talk while she was fixing up the bullet wounds.”

“I wouldn’ put it past her,” Wyatt said, sobering instantly. “Don’ you enter into any conspiracy with that woman. We’ll end up married with ten or fifteen little ones runnin’ around the bayou. If she had her way, this house would be filled with children.”

“She has a good heart. She put out blankets and food when she could have turned the dogs loose on us like everyone else did.”

“Best heart in the bayou,” Wyatt agreed. “She called us home because she thought something was wrong at that compound. A few years back there was a mental institution on that land. Whitney owned it. He had one of his experiments housed there. I think the woman he kept there was supposed to be terminated, but she escaped and now is married to one of the GhostWalkers. The place burned down and the land was sold. I’ll bet Whitney set up a dummy corporation and bought his own property back.”

“I wish I’d known about her. I’ve never been outside other than on carefully supervised field trials.”

“You’re fast. Very fast. How could they contain you?”

She touched her throat with shaking fingers. “They have a shock collar – one that can put you down fast and hard. I could never figure a way to counteract it. And then after… there were the babies. I was introduced to them when I was labeled uncooperative. They broke my heart. Someone had to care about them and love them.”