me?â
âBecause that isnât what you want from me. Let go.â She stood waiting, looking down into his brilliant eyes. Cold eyes. Eyes that had seen things no one should ever witness. Maia sighed, trying desperately not to see those things, not to see or feel or react to the pain swirling so deep in their vivid blue depths. âPlease.â
Cole removed his hand instantly. Maia made herself walk when she wanted to run. Her heart was beating too fast. He was frightening in his intensity, and she was very susceptible to the man he hid behind his remote mask. She knew a hurt creature when she saw one. Man or animal, her entire being reacted to them. Cole Steele was one of those creatures, and he was just too darned dangerous for her to get involved with.
âSounded great tonight,â Ed Logan, the bartender said in greeting. He pushed a frosted glass toward her and leaned close, lowering his voice. âKeep away from him, Maia. Heâs bad news.â
She tilted the glass, savoring the ice-cold water as it went down her throat. Her gaze strayed toward Cole Steele. His gaze was on her. Hot. Intense. Drifting over her body possessively. She turned her back on him, leaning against the bar. Immediately she was all too aware that her movement left Cole staring at her bottom, encased intight jeans. It was all she could do not to shift positions immediately. âI have no idea what youâre going on about, Ed.â
âHeâs got a look about him. Heâs on the hunt for a woman, and itâs rather obvious he has his sights set on you. You donât play with a man like that and win.â
âYouâre such a sweetheart, Ed. Iâd marry you myself if you werenât already taken. You can stop worrying. Cole Steele is so far out of my league that I donât even want to play. Heâll settle his sights elsewhere fast enough. Heâll get bored and move on to greener pastures.â
âJust so you know to be careful. People are saying bad things about him. Most probably arenât true, but I know men, and heâs dangerous.â
âAt least to women,â she agreed. âSeriously, Ed, I can look after myself.â
âHe made a whole lot of enemies in this town when he came in five months ago and fired the crew that was working out at the ranch. Times are hard and in the winter everyone needs work. No one knows why he did it, and he isnât saying, but thereâs hard feelings.â
âA man doesnât fire everyone without a reason, Ed,â Maia pointed out. âEspecially not a rancher with a spread the size of his. He needs them. Maybe a few head of cattle were missing. It happens all the time.â
Ed shrugged his shoulders and picked up an empty whiskey glass, dismissing the subject of Cole Steele. âLoretta said to tell you to drop by anytime. And if you donât have plans for Christmas dinner, youâre invited to that as well.â
âYou tell her thank you. Lucky you to have her.â
Ed nodded. âI canât get over you managing to save thatdog of hers. She loves that mutt, and I was certain there was no hope after the car hit it, but you pulled it off.â
Maia patted his hand. It hadnât been Loretta who fell apart when the little Jack Russell terrier had darted out in front of a car. Big Ed had been sobbing so hard he couldnât speak when he and Loretta had brought the dog to her.
She turned away and immediately felt the impact of Cole Steeleâs piercing gaze. It should have made her cold, but she felt heat spreading dangerously to every part of her body. She braced herself to get past him a second time. The jukebox was playing, and a few couples were swaying on the dance floor to a sultry love song. It might be more prudent to cut across the dance floor, but doing so would brand her a coward in her own eyes. Or maybe she was feeling reckless.
He stood up, a lithe, male movement of