Free Cougar's Conquest by Linda O. Johnston Page B

bad.”
    She stared at his handsome, still-expressionless face once more. She had the irresponsible and inappropriate urge to reach out, touch his cheek where a hint of beard was beginning to grow.
    She had done that so often, before. Had loved the raspy feel on the sensitive palms of her hands.
    It had always led to his touching her in return. Gently and neutrally, at first. But then they’d stroked each other more roughly. Torn at each other’s clothes…
    Why was she doing this to herself? To punish herself even more than just seeing Brett again, knowing what they’d meant to one another—and how she had been so wrong, so cruel, to have gotten close to him?
    Right now, she wanted to edge around him. Flee her classroom.
    Run away from him yet again.
    But she knew that wasn’t possible.
    At least tonight was not a night of a full moon. Tomorrow was, though. He must know that and have planned his arrival here accordingly.
    But she would have to make certain that he was nowhere near her then. Otherwise, the results would be even worse than the last time, when he’d seen her. Not just dangerous—for both of them—but potentially disastrous.
    For now, she moved sideways and sat on one of her students’ chairs. Put the files on its desk arm and lowered her purse to the floor. Sank there, feeling defeated, unsure what to do as her mind flailed for a solution.
    “Then tell me,” she nevertheless said calmly, “why are you here? And how did you find me?”
    “I came here to change your life—again.” His renewed smile was even more brittle this time. “The way you changed mine, but better.”
    “What do you mean?” Gwynn felt a gnawing anxiety inside. Now that he knew where she was, who she was, did he intend to tell the world? That had always been her fear.
    That had also been one reason her family had been so furious when she had first made it clear years ago that she had no intention of staying in the San Bernardino Mountains with them. They’d done many terrible things to try to change her mind.
    They had tried even harder to prevent her from leaving when she had finally gotten up the nerve and made plans she’d thought would work so she would never have to come back.
    How they’d laughed when she had returned with her proverbial tail between her legs. Made her pay for daring to flee in the first place.
    Made clear she would continue to pay for her lapse in judgment over and over, for the rest of her life.
    She was a shapeshifter, a cougar on each night of a full moon, and so were they. They lived in a world where they were outcasts, bonded uncomfortably together in an attempt to shut out the rest of the world—even though their feline instincts taught them to be loners. Regular humans didn’t believe in them, didn’t understand.
    Regular humans ridiculed—and killed—whatever they failed to understand.
    Was that why Brett was here?
    Not that she expected him to pull a gun and shoot her. But there were other, less direct ways to end a life.
    “I mean I have a proposition for you,” he said. “An offer you can’t refuse.” He laughed as he used the old expression that had come to mean that refusal meant death.
    She shuddered, doubting she wanted to hear what he had in mind. “How did you find me, Brett?” she asked sorrowfully, as if knowing would somehow make their confrontation easier to bear.
    “I’ll tell you that when I tell you the rest. I assume you don’t want to talk here, where your coworkers or some kids could barge in?” He’d made it a question, though it was a statement she agreed with.
    “No,” she said. “That would be a bad idea.” So would going anywhere with him, but what choice did she have?
    “I thought that’d be the case when I drove up the mountains to this area. I looked around for somewhere we could talk without anyone around—and you know what I found?”
    She shook her head slowly, certain she wouldn’t like whatever it was.
    She was right.
    “I discovered