genuine, of course, and she gifted him with a smile. Darren would believe anything she said. Taos knew all Darren remembered was the friend he grew up with. He’d had zero experience in how manipulative women could be. “No, not exactly.” Samantha said, “He just threatened me and basically told me that I was going to marry him. But he just wants to get his hands on Mattie’s money and the second he has me I know he’ll do away with her and probably me too . . . eventually.” Her words hung in the air a moment. Taos knew exactly what an unscrupulous man would do with Samantha—pretty much what he wanted to do with her last night. He clamped his teeth together, pushing that image out of his mind, and observed her closely. She didn’t seem all that upset, so was this story the truth? A half-truth? A complete lie? Why had she shown up unannounced, and with this wild story? Why had she kissed him instead of telling him exactly who she was? It seemed like a little game last night, and now this morning she was in some kind of mortal danger? Bullshit. Charlie pushed his plate back, angry. “Why would he think you would agree to that?” “Maybe she encouraged his attention.” Taos stared evenly at her. “He threatened me! I have never encouraged anyone!” “Now I know that’s not true.” He pinned her with his stare. “Where did that come from?” Charlie snapped. “Most men don’t like a woman who’s a tease.” Taos continued to stare boldly at Samantha. “I am not a tease!” “Are too.” Samantha rolled her fork back and forth between two fingers and fumed. She’d never considered silverware a deadly weapon until this moment. “You could have told me who you were.” Taos sipped his coffee. “After you tied her up and gagged her?” Charlie arched his eyebrows. “You deserve anything she dishes out and then some as far as I‘m concerned.” “So then what happened, Sammy?” A little voice squeaked. Tommy stared with his big round eyes in rapt attention. “Did the bad guy chase you?” The adults in the room had almost forgotten he was there. “Not exactly.” She picked at the buttery flapjacks, reminding herself to leave out some of the more seemly details that weren’t really fit for the ears of a seven-year-old. “Mattie thought I needed to get as far away as possible until the fraud could be investigated and John arrested.” “So you do want something from me?” Taos eyed her suspiciously. She ignored him. “She suggested that I come here for a while. I thought I might check on things—you know, my ranch and all—while I was here. I really appreciate you all taking care of it for me.” Silence blanketed the room. Taos’s coffee cup paused in midair, and Charlie and Darren exchanged a nervous glance. “Who sent for you?” Taos growled. The sharp demand brought Samantha’s head up quickly. “No one. Why would someone send for me?” “You know why.” Samantha’s anger flashed. “Do you just wake up every morning and decide to be nasty, or is today special?” “It’s always special when I know someone is lying to me, honey .” “Lying about what? I told you the truth.” She looked at Darren. “What exactly has been going on here? Why doesn’t he believe me?” Panic seeped into her voice. They had to believe her, she had nowhere else to go. Charlie and Darren stared at the table. If they didn’t believe her, what then? She couldn’t go back to Mattie. And how would her aunt find her if she left? She wasn’t about to stay at her ranch alone. She’d come here for protection, and now Taos couldn’t wait to throw her to the wolves. She stared at him. What happened to the hero she remembered? His gaze was unyielding and hard. She suddenly realized she had no idea who this man was now and she’d obviously been wrong to think he would help her. He didn’t have an ounce of empathy in that oversized body of his. “There’s been a drought going