Desi's Rescue

Desi Rousseau killed her husband.

Or so the town whispered. Now out on bail, Desi wants nothing more than to tend to her wolf sanctuary in the Colorado mountains…alone.

Tamati Neville knows Desi is no killer. Yet she somehow remains a t

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February He found the wolf cub howling as if the world had ended. Which, for the cub, he supposed it had. Tam Neville tried not to brood. It was a waste and a shame, his grandfather had told him, to spend the precious hours of a life complaining or grousing or doing anything less than celebrating the world the gods had made. In theory, Tam agreed. But sometimes even he had a bad night. So when morning came he took himself into the mountains. His passion was for running, an ardor he could not overcome even with a bum leg and a dozen reasons he should give it up. He could not imagine a life without running in it. Unfortunately, during the cold, snowy winters in Mariposa, running was impossible, so he slapped on snowshoes and headed into the high-mountain forests and meadows. It kept him in shape, kept his demolished knee from solidifying entirely, kept his lungs at full power. On this pale pink and gray morning, the air was so sharp and cold and still that his breath hung in commas. Until he'd stumbled into the clearing, Tam had been focused on the feeling of crisp mountain air opening his lungs, sending power through his limbs. Even now, when his speed had been cut in half and he sometimes hobbled more than ran--sometimes paying the price later with aching knees and back--he loved the invigoration of hard exercise. It was a through-line in his life--running around the shores of the turquoise Tasman Sea, through the forests near his grandfather's home and across parks and rugby fields. Snowshoeing worked his legs, his chest, his arms, and the unbroken stillness of thickly blanketed mountains eased the restless heat in his soul. The snow was so deep that it was a glacial blue in the holes alongside tree trunks. He could imagine he was one of the explorer heroes of his childhood, like Magellan or Cook or Vespucci, breaking through frontiers never before explored. he'd had a bad night, triggered by a long hand-holding session with the young widow of his late best friend Roger, a fellow smoke jumper who had died in the same incident that had mangled Tam's left leg. Zara's sobs had kept him up late, and then this morning Tam had heard the news that Elsa, his ex-girlfriend, had married the businessman she'd been angling to catch. A smaller loss, that, but still a bit of a pain. Stinging with losses large and small, Tam came out into the opalescent brilliance of a February mountain morning to run his sorrows to ground. It didn't take long for his natural optimism to re-assert itself. As the owner of the Black Crown, a pub in the ski town of Mariposa, he had a reputation as a genial man with a big, hearty laugh. Men liked his Kiwi accent and the vigorous, international air he lent the main street of the ski town. Women liked his thick dark curls, which he kept just long enough to amuse them, his green eyes, his easy smile. Elsa, Elsa, Elsa. He shook his head. He didn't necessarily know what he'd seen in her except her extraordinary beauty. Which could, after all, only take you so far. He supposed it was his pride that had been bruised as much as anything. The snowshoes swished across the top of the snow. His thighs pumped to carry him up the mountain. Sweat poured down his spine. Last spring Elsa had wandered into the Black Crown, nearly six feet of long-haired, blond astonishment. Quite to his surprise, Tam had fallen. Hard. He told himself it was because she represented all those out-of-reach girls from his youth who'd disdained what now was sexy--his dark half-Maori exoticness. he'd told himself it would never last, that she was on the prowl for a rich man, a very,veryrich man, and that she had the cunning and beauty required to snare one. he'd told himself she'd make his life a merry chase and he didn't need the headache. he'd told himself many things. And not really believed any of them. Now she had ma