knew.”
“Wolf knew,” Ash said, “because your wife was wired up.”
Jace stared at his wife, stunned. “Wired?”
“I thought I’d been wired by the Feds,” Sawyer said miserably. “But it was Wolf’s men, trying to get intel on your family.”
Her pretty blue eyes welled with tears, and Jace’s world turned on its head. “You ended up giving information to the enemy about your own uncle?”
“And you,” Sawyer said. “About the Callahans.”
“It’s not possible that you’re a double agent!” Jace felt his heart stop in his chest. “You were sleeping with me every chance we got.”
She blushed, and he felt a twinge for embarrassing her in front of Ash. But her betrayal had sent the words rocketing out of his mouth.
“Again, I thought I’d been wired by the Feds. They told me it was to protect your family, in case another one of the Callahans was kidnapped. They said Ash was wearing a wire, too.”
“You didn’t ask my sister if any Feds had questioned her about the tunnels? Or wired her?” Jace demanded.
“Actually,” Ash said, “I was wired. But I knew it was a trick, and I just played along to find out what I could about Wolf’s operations.”
“Have you lost your mind?” Jace demanded of his sister. “Do you realize the danger you put yourself in? What if Wolf had snatched you?” Anger rose inside him as he stared at the two most important women in his life. “Go outside,” he said to his sister. “I have to talk to my wife.”
Ash got up, slipped on her coat and went out the door. He heard a rocker scrape as she pulled a chair to the rail so she could stare into the forest. He glared at Sawyer, who tugged the blue robe around her more tightly. “I don’t think I completely understand why you did what you did. But what I do understand is that you’re not quite the bodyguard our family thought you were.”
“Jace—”
He held up a hand. “You’ve endangered yourself, you’ve endangered my children, your uncle, my family.” Jace stared at her. “I can’t trust you.”
“Were you ever going to trust a Cash?” she asked, her tone bitter.
Jace looked at her, wondering if the overwhelming pull he’d always felt for Sawyer had somehow clouded his mind, kept him from seeing her for what she really was. Maybe it had. He’d missed her like hell when she’d left Rancho Diablo. When she’d returned, he’d been relieved, and most of all, felt alive again.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “Maybe I was too blind to see it.” Perhaps what he loved most about Sawyer was that she was life on the edge, the walk on the wild side that brought amazing emotions rushing through him. “Maybe trusting you was my Achilles’ heel. A weakness I brought on my own family.”
He left the kitchen and went to sit outside on the front porch, away from his sister, and definitely as far away from his wife as he could get. The moon hung full overhead, and the sky promised cold, and no doubt snow by morning. A tinge of fear gripped him, and his grandfather’s warning crept into his mind: one of the Chacon Callahans was the hunted one, the one who would bring danger and darkness to the family. Jace had always been so certain it wasn’t him. He felt his roots deeply, both in the tribe and in his Callahan lineage.
But he had brought danger to the family by marrying Sawyer. He’d married her, for God’s sake.
There’d been no choice. Not just because of the children, but because he loved her. He wouldn’t admit that to a single soul, but he was in love with a woman who seemed to have different faces, different lives.
The lightning-strike tattoo on his shoulder, which all the Callahan siblings had—the sign of their bond—burned suddenly, as if he was being branded.
Jace looked up at the full moon above and wished like hell he hadn’t found out who his wife really was.
He’d been sleeping with the enemy. For many long, tortured nights, he’d known his soul was
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