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Who I Am With You.

Melody Anne.

This book is dedicated to Bethany.

You have been one of my daughters from the first moment you stepped foot into my house way back in the fifth grade.

I have loved watching you become a young woman.



You are beautiful inside and out-never, ever forget that.

PROLOGUE.

Was this a dream? It had to be, because time had suddenly stopped. Taylor Winchester found herself flying through the air, her bike released from her hands, and the ground coming up fast. She knew there was nothing she could do, knew in reality she was hurtling through s.p.a.ce, but still, it seemed like a dream.

She was in a race for a semifinal slot on the motocross circuit. She was winning. Or she had been winning. Until she'd gone over the jump, and-while she was seventy feet in the air, feeling the wind whip across her face-something had gone wrong.

Instead of landing gracefully back on the ground and zipping farther into the lead, she was falling . . . falling in slow motion.

The dream turned quickly into a nightmare as her body slammed into the dirt track. When her bike landed on top of her, everything went black. Her last thought was that darkness was good, it was pure, it was relief, because her entire body was radiating pain, and the blackness took that pain away . . .

A sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head on the steering wheel of her father's oversized truck. "Come on, Taylor. If you haven't been broken yet, you're certainly not going to let this be your demise."

New determination firming her shoulders, she lifted her head as her words echoed through the cab of the pickup. After shutting off the engine, she sat there a moment longer before opening the door.

She refused to allow the terrors of the pitch-black night to creep up and choke her. Besides, she was home, or near enough to it. There was nothing frightening about home, she told herself. Still, a tremor ran down her spine. Frustration mounted inside her. Before her near-fatal injury, Taylor had never before had to deal with fear.

Many people had commented on her daringness; they'd told her she was too brave for her own good. These days, though, even the smallest of noises seemed to terrify her. It frustrated her, but the doctor had told her that was normal after a head injury, and that it shouldn't last forever. The sooner she was back to normal, the better.

"There is nothing to be afraid of," she said aloud. "Well, except for maybe the coyotes waiting on the other side of the tree line, looking forward to their next meal," she murmured as her eyes strained to see ahead.

The overcast sky of this early June night didn't even allow the light of the moon to peek through. Leaving her headlights on, she walked to the back of the truck to find her father's heavy-duty Maglite. It had always rolled noisily around in the bed of his many trucks, and she'd wanted to take it out each time she'd borrowed the vehicles, but her father wouldn't let her. Its ever-annoying clanging sound served as a constant reminder that it was there if needed. For the first time, she was thankful for the miserable flashlight. She gripped it tightly in her hand. If a coyote attacked, she could strike it with the flashlight-slash-weapon.

Not that doing so would do a h.e.l.l of a lot of good against all those teeth and claws coming straight at her. And didn't coyotes travel in packs, flush out their victim, and strike when the prey was at its weakest? Of course they did, but it wasn't going to happen to her, she a.s.sured herself. She still trembled.

She shined the light onto the back of the truck and wanted to scream. Yep, the tire was trashed. Whatever she'd run over had shredded it and there was no way she could get out of changing the darn thing. If she even attempted to drive the five miles home, the rim of her dad's truck would be ruined beyond repair. Not that she'd make it anyway-the sparks caused by driving on metal would start a forest fire in this dry county.

Changing a tire would normally be no big deal. Taylor knew basic mechanics. As a champion motocross racer, how could she not? But even three months after her accident, she was still fighting to move around, and lifting anything heavy would be supertough.

But there was no help for it-or for her. So, resigned to her fate, she pulled out the jack and lug wrench. After prying off the hubcap, she let out only a small groan as she got onto her back to find a solid jacking point. When she'd positioned the jack, she turned back to face the tire.

Taylor determinedly rose to her feet, lug wrench in hand. It took three times as long as it should have, but she finally managed to get the bolts off the tire. Then she stood there, already exhausted, her healing ribs screaming as she contemplated the jack she now had to pump up, and the tire she'd have to remove.

Getting into a crouch in front of the jack, sweat beading on her forehead, she began pumping the handle to lift the truck. Completely out of breath and more than a little frustrated, Taylor had to sit on the ground when she finally got the truck high enough in the air to remove the tire. Tears filled her eyes at such weakness.

"I am not this girl," she cried out, her voice reverberating off the nearby trees.

Taylor couldn't stand simpering females who needed a man to do every little task. She was strong and independent, and had been on her own for the past eight years. Well, to be fair, she'd been on her own as much as her two older brothers had allowed.

She wasn't a fool. She knew they haunted her races obsessively, ready to catch her if she fell. She loved Hawk and Bryson more than any other men alive, but her brothers were overprotective, ridiculously so.

She'd only ever wanted to prove she was just as capable as they were. She hadn't wanted to be dolled up in a pretty pink dress with a bejeweled tiara on her head. When her mother had once come home with a Cinderella dress and a smile, Taylor, age six, had cried. She hadn't wanted to be a princess for Halloween. She'd wanted to be a pirate like Hawk had been the year before.

To her mother's credit, she'd taken Taylor to the Halloween store the next day and let her pick out her costume. Her mom had always been supportive of her daughter's choices. Though Taylor knew that the career she'd chosen stressed her parents, they never tried to talk her out of it.

"Enough!" she snapped, done with her pity party.

Her doctor would be furious, but Taylor refused to call her brothers or her father. For the past three months she'd been cooped up in her parents' house while she recovered from the wreck that could have easily taken her life. She'd had to give up her apartment in California that she'd been so proud of, and she was going stir-crazy being looked after.

She was through with being coddled, dammit.

A coyote howled in the trees behind her, far enough away that she knew it wasn't watching, but the sound still sent a chill down her spine. She'd grown up in the wild lands of Montana, and knew she was safe right here-coyote attacks on humans were rare, and she'd never heard of one in Montana-but her head was still slightly fuzzy from the concussion she'd suffered three months earlier, and she wasn't as rational and confident as she normally would be.

"You're fine," she told herself as she set the flashlight on the ground, facing the enemy tire before her. "Easy-peasy."

She gripped the tire and began to work it free, her efforts making her shake. But the satisfaction she felt when the freaking thing popped off and landed on the ground at her feet was priceless.

Her body would pay in the morning, but Taylor didn't care. She was proving to herself that she was still quite capable. She didn't need to lean on anyone and . . . d.a.m.n. Her euphoria died a quick but painful death when she realized the next step would be to take the spare that was hooked beneath the truck and lift it onto the wheel studs.

Pulling the old tire off had nearly wiped her out. How in the world was she going to lift another one up and then put this one onto the bed of the truck? "Slow and sure," she said, not allowing anything to beat her tonight. This was a challenge, and though she knew it was ridiculous, she felt that if she couldn't manage something as simple as changing a tire, she'd never get back on a dirt bike again.

Unacceptable. She'd devoted too many years to training, put too much time and love into her career. Though her doctor had sounded pessimistic when she'd asked about returning to racing, she would prove the man wrong.

It was absolutely absurd that she needed a release from the doctor before the powers that be would allow her to race again. Wasn't it up to her what she could or couldn't do? Apparently not. Well, the first step was changing a tire. The next was getting back on her bike.

It again took too long to get the spare tire down from the bottom of the truck, and she felt close to pa.s.sing out, but with a few good swearwords and a lot of expended energy, she finally managed to get the tire free from where it had been sitting since her dad had bought the truck last year.

Rolling the stupid thing toward the back of the truck, she attempted to lift it up, but the agony in her sides was too much. She collapsed to the ground with pain shooting through her body, and dragged huge gulps of air into her lungs as she fought desperately to not cave in to the blackness that was offering her blessed relief.

This couldn't be happening. She'd almost rather sit there on the cold asphalt of this quiet Montana road than call for help. But ten minutes later, when she made her second attempt to lift the tire, she knew it wasn't happening.

Her body was still too beat up to do something so simple as to lift a tire onto the bolts that were sticking out and waiting for it. The last thing she wanted was to call her brothers, but she didn't seem to have any other choice.

Still, she did nothing but pull out her cell phone and look at the face of it, not wanting to dial a number, not wanting to admit she was too weak to finish the task she had begun.

When a few minutes later headlights appeared down the road, Taylor didn't know whether she was relieved or upset that someone would find her like this. She knew without a doubt that whoever was heading toward her would stop.

That's just the kind of place she'd grown up in. A place where a neighbor would never pa.s.s by a vehicle stuck on the side of the road. When the oncoming truck slowed and then pulled in front of hers, blinding her with its bright lights and breaking the quiet of night with the soft purr of its diesel engine, Taylor held up a hand to shield her eyes from the beams and squinted to see who it was. Without a worry in the world that she'd be face-to-face with a stranger-there were no strangers in Sterling, Montana-she stood up, though slowly, not wanting to be seen sitting in defeat on the ground.

The door to the truck opened and a shadow emerged. With the headlights in her eyes she couldn't identify the driver, but it was a man's silhouette walking slowly toward her. And then the figure spoke.

"Looks like you're having some difficulty."

Taylor froze as everything in her tried to deny that voice, deny who was approaching her. She stiffened her spine and spoke as if she'd never met the man before. "I'm fine. You can be on your way." Her tone was acid, sure to dissolve him.

Or not. To her distinct displeasure, the man continued walking forward until he was in the light with her and she could see his face all too clearly.

"Doesn't look like you're fine, Taylor. Don't I get a h.e.l.lo hug? It's been a few years."

"And as far as I'm concerned, it can be a h.e.l.l of a lot more years, Travis Montclave!"

"Aw, h.e.l.l, Taylor. What's with the att.i.tude?"

"Oh, let's see. Probably because you left me high and dry after you were finished getting your rocks off and leaving me with a less-than-memorable experience of having s.e.x for the first time."

Travis was now standing only inches from her, looking even more suave than he had six years earlier, the night he'd taken her virginity. His dark hair was cut short, military style, and she was sure his bright blue eyes were sparkling, as everything was always amusing to him. That was a trait she'd once found charming about the man. The dimple in his cheek was just one more thing that added to his charm, but Taylor wouldn't ever be charmed by him again.

"I don't think so, Taylor. It seems you've gotten that all mixed up. I wasn't the one sober, and I certainly wasn't the one who chased after you."

"Go to h.e.l.l, Travis, or wherever it is you run away to."

"Nah. I'm back. And I've decided I don't want to leave this time."

His words were a clear challenge, and though she hated this man with a pa.s.sion, the thundering of her heart had nothing to do with her struggles to change the tire and everything to do with the giant of a man standing before her.

As he stood in front of Taylor, Travis contemplated the conflicting emotions rolling through him. He knew this woman, had known her for the past fourteen years, and if he gave even an inch, she'd own him. And he wouldn't allow that.

So instead of continuing their little war of words, he stared her down, thankful for the bright lights shining from his truck. When he noticed the slight droop to her shoulders as she finally relented, he almost felt bad.

Her normally pulled back long dark hair was messed, with strands sticking out in all directions, and her vivid blue eyes seemed almost listless. Still, her athletic frame and perfectly rounded b.r.e.a.s.t.s were as delectable as ever, but Travis couldn't get distracted by that. This was a war between them and it was one he intended on winning.

"Why do you always have to be so difficult?" she asked, her breathless sound so unlike her.

"Because you make me go crazy." Honesty seemed the best way to communicate with Taylor.

"We haven't even seen each other for five years, Travis. How can I make you crazy?"

He paused as he looked into her tired eyes. It pained him to see her this way. When he found out she'd been in a wreck, he'd nearly gone out of his mind with worry, but he'd been in the Middle East and there was no way he could have come back home then.

He'd still be back there now if not for the IED that had ended his career early. But that wasn't something he was going to think about right now, because it would take all of his concentration just to get through a simple conversation with this woman. There was one thing that Travis knew for sure, and it was that Taylor was anything but simple.

She was complicated, tenacious, and out to prove to the world that she was as good as any man. She could certainly be all woman-Travis had firsthand knowledge of that. All he had to do was close his eyes, and he could see her sitting on top of him with her silken hair cascading down over her firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Shaking his head to clear those thoughts before he embarra.s.sed himself, Travis again looked at her face. He could clearly see not only the fatigue but a hint of pain in her eyes, and yet he knew she wouldn't admit to such cracks in her armor.

So instead of continuing to stand there fighting, he stepped around her and a.s.sessed the situation. "Wow. You've nearly gotten this changed."

He knew she'd broken several ribs, had suffered a nearly fatal head injury, and had been in recovery at her parents' house for the past three months. She shouldn't be lifting a tire. Stubborn woman.

"And I will finish," she told him, hands on her hips.

Travis didn't bother arguing. Instead, he picked up the spare tire and fitted it on the wheel, then had it secured within a few minutes. After that, he lowered the truck, then placed the flat in the bed, all without either of them uttering a single syllable. He could see the protests in her body language, but he gave her credit for not fighting him. They both knew it would be a losing battle.

"I was just fine, Travis," she said, but there wasn't nearly as much bite to her words as there had been earlier.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Taylor. It doesn't make you weak just because you have to ask for help once in a while," he told her as he approached, boxing her in against the side of the truck.

"I ask for help when I need to."

"No, Taylor. You don't ask for anything you need."

"I wanted you once, Travis. I asked for you," she said before pausing and giving him a look that could melt b.u.t.ter on a freezing day. "You blew it."

"I don't think so, Taylor. You're my best friend's sister, and you were too young when you had your crush on me. I was trying to be honorable," he said, taking yet another step closer and pressing his body against hers. "You're all grown up now, though." He inhaled her intoxicating scent and brushed his lips across hers.

"I don't want you anymore," she whispered-but her head didn't turn and her breathlessness was contradicting her words.

"Liar."

With that, he decided that they'd spoken enough. He again moved his lips across hers, now more firmly, and traced her sweet flavor with his tongue. She couldn't hold back the sigh, allowing him full access to her incredible mouth, and he deepened the kiss, knowing he was right where he should be.

After a few moments he pulled back, feeling better than he had in months-in years, actually. His life was in chaos right now, and he didn't know what he was going to do next, but one thing was for sure-he was finally going to see where these sparks between him and Taylor would lead.

When her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his burning gaze, he smiled, knowing that the two of them were destined to be on this path, even though they hadn't come together again under the best of circ.u.mstances.

She smiled back at him and then lifted her hand, and he waited for her caress. Instead, she pinched the skin on his chest, hard. Recoiling, he gaped at her, stunned.

"Don't think you can take what hasn't been offered," she said, then turned and walked away.

She was in the cab of her truck before his shock wore off, and he made it to her window just as she got the vehicle started.

"Come on, Taylor. Don't you want to extend our touching reunion?" he said, shock gone, his att.i.tude back.

"Take that trip to h.e.l.l I suggested earlier." She threw him a mocking smile, then slammed the truck into gear and peeled away, barely giving him time to back up so his feet wouldn't get run over.

He stood there on the shoulder of the road and watched until her taillights disappeared, and then he jogged back to his truck and jumped into the cab, grateful for the warmth.

"Don't think I'll give up that easily," he muttered aloud as he shifted into gear and took off down the asphalt.

He and Taylor had a story to finish, and he knew that the telling of it was going to leave them both gasping for air.

"No. I don't need for you to baby me all the time!" The hurt on her mother's face made Taylor feel instant remorse, and she backpedaled-a little. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that this is frustrating. I'm not some helpless little female who needs everyone to continually act like I'm broken."

"I know, darling, but you can't imagine how frightened your family has been since the accident," Maggie said, wringing her hands.

"I hate that I scared you, but I'm fine. I'm already feeling better. It's just going to take a little more time before I'm allowed to race again." Taylor paced the large country-style kitchen.

"You can't possibly be thinking of going back, Taylor. The doctor said you were lucky this time, but if you receive another brain injury, it could leave you catatonic," Maggie gasped.

"Mom, every occupation has its risks. Are you constantly giving Hawk lectures about running into burning buildings? Because I can sure as h.e.l.l tell you that if a building is on fire, I'll be running away from it."

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