Quinn by R.C. Ryan Page B

head. “More like journals documenting the wolf pack’s hunting grounds, habits, mating rituals, habitat. That sort of thing.”
    The old man studied Quinn more closely. “You some kind of wolf whisperer?”
    That had Quinn chuckling. “I haven’t had a chance to get close enough to whisper to them, but I’ve been tracking them long enough to understand why they do the things they do.”
    “So you’re not out to change them?”
    Quinn gave a quick shake of his head. “I’m out to change people’s attitudes about them. Wolves are a whole lot more than just predators who feast on a rancher’s herd. They’re smart and clever and loyal and courageous, and sometimes they do really stupid, silly things, just like people.”
    “That’s a pretty passionate speech.” Cheyenne was studying him with new interest. “From the tone of your voice, I’d say this is a whole lot more than just a job.”
    “It’s been my passion since I was a kid. I hope to spend my life learning everything I can about wolves.” While he talked he pushed aside his empty bowl and sat back, sipping strong, hot coffee.
    “Why?” She was blatantly staring.
    He shrugged. “Everything about them calls to me. The fact that they’ve had to adapt after being nearly extinct. The fact that they’re smart, clever hunters who are being hunted by ranchers. And I like the fact that they’re fiercely loyal to their family.”
    Cheyenne shivered at the passion in his tone.
    Quinn could feel his energy flagging. For hours he’d been going on nothing but adrenaline, and now the long days on the trail were catching up with him. He recognized that he’d been running on empty and now, with his stomach full and his body warm, he was desperate for sleep.
    Cheyenne stifled a yawn. “If I don’t head up to bedsoon, I’ll never make it.” She pointed to the stairs. “Follow me and I’ll show you where you can bunk.”
    Quinn crossed to the room off the kitchen and picked up his gear before following Cheyenne to the foot of the stairs.
    Once there he turned. “Thanks for the grub, Micah. It was a lifesaver.”
    “You’re welcome, wolf whisperer.” The old man spoke around the stem of his pipe. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
    Quinn followed Cheyenne up the stairs and tried not to stare at her trim backside.
    She paused and shoved open a door. Inside was a big, sturdy bed and on the far side of the room a desk and chair.
    When she turned, he was standing so close, she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. Startled, her gaze darted up into that sun-bronzed face before settling on his mouth.
    A mistake, she realized. Just looking at him had her throat going dry.
    To fill the uncomfortable silence she said, “This used to be my brother’s. I think you’ll be comfortable here.”
    He shot her a grin. “I appreciate it. But at this point I could probably fall asleep on the floor and never know the difference.”
    “Suit yourself.” She returned his smile. “But if I were you, I’d give the bed a try.”
    He couldn’t help laughing at her delightful sense of humor. “All right. Thanks for the advice.”
    He stepped aside to allow her to pass. As she did, their bodies brushed. It was the merest touch, but enough to have his eyes narrowing on her. “Good night.”
    She moved quickly, eager to put some distance between them.
    As she headed toward the bedroom down the hallway she called, “You can wash up in there.” She pointed toward the bathroom, situated between their two rooms, which they would apparently share. “There’s plenty of hot water, and a supply of towels. Last one to use the shower gets to wipe down the tile and mirrors. First one gets the hottest water. I intend to be first.” She was laughing as she closed the door to her bedroom.
    As Quinn tossed aside his gear and began unbuttoning his shirt, he was grinning. Having Cheyenne O’Brien share his shower might not be a bad way to start a new day.
    What a fascinating