“If you’ll turn around, I’ll clean the cut on the back of your neck for you.”
He stood. “I’ll shower and wash all these cuts, then you can help me with the ones on the back of my neck.”
“I didn’t know you were a friend,” she said, studying him as if he had dropped from another planet.
“That’s all right. You just defended yourself and did a damn fine job of it.”
She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. He let out a breath and wiped his sweaty brow because she sent his temperature soaring.
Feeling stings all over his neck, hands and face from scratches she had inflicted, he showered, relishing the hot water pouring over him. If she didn’t teach martial arts, she could. Someone had taught her well and she must practice. Her reactions had been as quick as his, if not quicker. He had surprised her when she’d stepped into the hall, but she had caught him off guard when she’d fought back. He had to give her credit, she had handled the unexpected confrontation better than he had.
Colin dried and dressed again in the same clothes. He opened the door to call to her and paused, realizing he didn’t know what to call her. She’d been waiting in the hall and as soon as he opened the door, she sauntered toward him, entering the large, steamy room.
He moved to sit in the chair to let her put antiseptic on the scratches on the back of his neck. “I don’t know your name.”
“Yes, you do,” she said.
Startled, he stared at her. While her blue eyes twinkled, she smiled at him, which was pure delight. He almost wanted to smile in return. Puzzled, he said, “You said you’re not Savannah Remington. Do I know you?”
“Yes. If you’re really Colin, you do.”
“I wouldn’t have forgotten you,” he said, the words out before he thought.
In the depths of her eyes desire flickered and the silence between them dragged out as their gazes locked and sparks danced between them. She was beautiful, mysterious and unpredictable, and he was certain he had never met her before in his life.
He rubbed his head. There were blanks—times when memory had failed him—but she couldn’t have been any part of that period in his life. If she had, she wouldn’t want to tell him about it now. Not with a smile.
As the silence lengthened, his gaze lowered to her full, red lips and he wondered what it would be like to kiss her. He shocked himself. She caused him to long for things he hadn’t wanted in aeons. He moved closer to her, his gaze traveling over her features while he searched his memory.
She was far too beautiful for him to have forgotten her. Perplexed, he shook his head. “I can’t possibly know you.”
She laughed, a merry sound that wound warm tendrils around his stone-cold heart. “Remember an afternoon when you and Boone were on leave and went to the state fair?”
Dimly he recalled the incident. They’d had to take Boone’s kid sister and a little brother along. He stared at her. “There’s no damn way—”
“Yes, there is,” she replied, amused. “I’m Isabella. And don’t you dare call me Izzie.”
“You can’t be little Izzie,” he said, remembering a skinny kid who was all arms and legs and big eyes with braces on her teeth. “You’re Isabella Devlin,” he said, suddenly feeling as if someone had punched him in the middle.
He hadn’t seen Mike or Boone or Jonah for years. Isabella, Boone’s little sister, had been part of that earlier life of his. Other than his parents and brother, this was his first contact with his past since that explosion in that faraway land. Five years—an eternity in which his life had changed totally.
Emotions that he thought were as dead as he was supposed to be and often felt, surfaced, catching him off guard and tightening in his chest.
“Isabella,” he said in amazement, grasping her shoulder. “Those guys are like family. In some ways closer than my family because of what we did together…” His voice faded as his fingers clutched her shoulder. “Isabella,” he repeated in amazement.
Impulsively she reached out, wrapped her arms around him and held him.
Colin embraced her, inhaling her perfume, feeling a tie to his past with his best friends. Emotions tore at him; hurt for losses, relief to be with someone he could trust. Isabella—little Izzie—part of the Devlin family. He realized how tightly he was holding her and released her, stepping back.
She smiled and gestured for him to sit in the chair. “You don’t look the same, either.”
“No, I guess I don’t,” he said, his back to her. “I’ve had a lot of reconstructive surgery to put me back together. Damnation, you’re Izz—Isabella. No wonder you were a handful. Boone taught you how to protect yourself, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did. And sometimes we still practice. I work out.”
“You’re baby-sitting Mike’s baby?”
“His regular nanny was ill, and Mike and Savannah had a trip planned, so I said I’d stay,” Isabella explained as she dabbed antiseptic on his scratches and put gauze and bandages over the deepest cuts. “Sorry, Colin,” she said when she knew his cuts stung from the medication.
“That’s okay.”
“There. I’m done,” she said briskly, putting gauze and antiseptic away. “We can go sit somewhere and you can tell me what’s going on. Would you like something to drink? Or to eat?”
“Oh, yeah. I can’t remember when I last ate,” he said, falling into step beside her. Her head only came to his shoulder. “For someone so small and dainty, you pack quite a wallop.”
“Thank you. I tried.”
He laughed wryly. “Evidently, I need practice.”
“You were very old-fashioned and gallant. You could have hit me at any time and ended the battle.”
He smiled at her and was caught again as an electrical current stirred every nerve in his body, a reaction he didn’t want in the first place and sure as hell didn’t want now that he knew who she was. “It’s hard to equate you with Boone’s kid sister,” he said in a husky voice.
“I grew up,” she said, her voice breathless, making his pulse skip. Their gazes were still locked and they had stopped walking and were simply standing, staring at each other.
“If you’d given me the rest of the year, I never would’ve guessed who you are.”
“I haven’t changed that much,” she answered, looking up at him with crystal-blue eyes that mesmerized and held him.
“Yes, you have.” He sighed. “I know I have, too. At least they fixed me up where I don’t scare little kids.”
“No, you’d never scare children.”
Silence ensued, a taut stretch in which his heart hammered and he felt himself come alive in ways he’d thought were impossible. “We were headed somewhere,” he reminded her.
Taking a deep breath, she turned, but not before he saw her cheeks flush. “The kitchen. It’s at the end of the hall here on the main floor.”
“Do you live with Boone instead of in Kansas?” he asked.
“The family home is gone. Mom died four years ago, and we’re all scattered now. I’ve lived in California, but Boone talked me into moving back here. I’m living in his guest house on his ranch while my house is built in Stallion Pass.”
“I heard the guys all inherited from that fella we rescued—Frates.”
“That’s right. You would have been in the inheritance, but they thought you were dead.”