Free Cook, Kris - Primal Desire [Texas Wolf Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Kris Cook Page B

cabin. Now fully dressed, she stepped out the front door and saw Gran’s bright-red Super Duty F-450 Ford King Ranch approaching. She knew Luke’s truck, still parked on the road where they’d left it last night after the ambush by Rance and company, wasn’t near the size of this tank. Gran had always been flashy when it came to her vehicles. She was behind the wheel, with Kate next to her. Rance and Troy weren’t with them, and Megan breathed a sigh of relief.
    Gran waved at her from behind the windshield. She and Kate opened their doors and rushed toward her.
    “Sweetie, where’s this man that has swept you off your feet?” Gran asked as she wrapped her arms around Megan.
    “He’s not here.” She turned to Kate, who was looking around like a soldier on the battlefield trying to spot a sniper in the trees. “Where are Rance and Troy, Kate?”
    “They’re around.”
    “Damn it. In wolf form?”
    “Yes.”
    Megan shouted as loud as she could. “Rance! Troy! Don’t mess with Luke!”
    “What’s your problem, sis?”
    “They need to get off this property, Kate. Luke is in no shape to face some overprotective shifters.”
    “Is he hurt?”
    “Not physically. If they find him or he finds them, I’m afraid someone is going to get hurt.”
    “Rance and Troy will keep their cool. But if your abductor—”
    “He didn’t kidnap me, Kate.”
    “Really? You went for a ride on Nightmare, a horse who we’ve ridden since we were girls, and he comes back without you. When I try your cell—nothing. Then I send my fiancés out to find you. I was worried sick. Can you imagine how I reacted when Rance told me how he found you and how crazed this loner—who supposedly rescued you—was?”
    “He’s not crazy, Kate.”
    “Really? Let me quote my fiancés.” She made quotation marks in the air with two fingers from each hand. “Rance said, ‘The guy is a loner and maybe a bit of a ticking time bomb, honey.’ Then Troy piled on top of that, ‘I doubt he’d hurt your sister. He’s completely imprinted himself on her.’ Well? What do you have to say to that?”
    “You might consider finding smarter fiancés, sis.” She laughed, hoping to lighten the moment.
    It didn’t work. Kate folded her arms over her chest and glared at her.
    “Girls, settle down. Kate, your sister is clearly in good health.”
    “Maybe physically.”
    Gran put her arm around Kate. “Even since you were little girls, you always took on the role of protector for your two sisters, sweetie. But Megan isn’t a child anymore. She can make up her own mind. I trust her instincts. You should, too.”
    Kate’s shoulders sagged, and she sighed. “I know, Gran. I do. But after what Rance and Troy said about this guy, how can I not be worried?”
    “I’ve seen Luke in town a few times, and of course I knew his father and mother.” Gran motioned Megan closer with her hand. “He’s shut himself off since the accident, but there is still goodness inside him.” Gran wrapped her other arm around Megan. “You are two amazing women, girls.”
    Megan kissed her grandmother on the cheek. “Thank you, Gran.”
    “Does he have a tea kettle in his house, dear?”
    “I really don’t know.”
    “Well, any old pot will do.” She pulled out three tea bags from her purse. These were not from the grocery store but were obviously of a homemade variety. “I think we could all use something warm and sweet to go with them.” Also from her purse, she produced a square, clear container. Its contents were cookies, which Gran was famous for countywide.
    “You trying to enchant us?” Kate asked.
    Gran smiled broadly.
    Megan’s eyes widened. Now that she’d performed a spell, she was positive she’d inherited the gift from her family. “Gran, are you?”
    “Enchant is too strong a term. This tea has more medicinal powers than magical.”
    “But it does have magical powers, too?” Kate pointed at the bags dangling from Gran’s hand.
    Her lips