Wyoming Bold (Mills & Boon M&B) by Diana Palmer Read Free Book Online

rough curse. “Concussion!”
    “It could explain some of her strange abilities,” Mallory said quietly. “There’s no scientific explanation that I’m aware of, but there are many things we still don’t know about brain function.”
    “He hit a ten-year-old hard enough to break her leg?” Tank was talking to himself.
    “Yes,” Mallory replied. “It’s worrying that nobody knows where he is.”
    “It’s been years,” Tank pointed out.
    “So it has. But it’s something to consider. Like that man who helped put you into intensive care...”
    Tank held up his hand suddenly. “Let’s not go into that,” he said with a look that wasn’t lost on his brothers.
    “Okay.”
    He stood up. “I want to have a look at that tractor that’s been acting up,” he told his brothers, motioning them to follow him.
    They nodded to Darby Hanes, who grinned. He was feeling better and back at work.
    Tank started the engine and left it idling.
    “I don’t think surveillance can pick this up,” he told the two of them, “over the noise, and my back’s to the camera so they can’t read lips. Listen, I don’t want to mention anything about our suspicions. Something’s not quite right about the company we hired to install the cameras. I can’t explain it,” he said irritably.
    “You been talking to Merissa?” Cane teased.
    “I have, but she didn’t mention it. No, I just have a feeling,” he added heavily.
    Mallory didn’t laugh. “I had the same feeling,” he said curtly. “And I’m not psychic. The guy came in a car, not a service vehicle. He had an Australian accent, but it was put on. I had a friend in the service who was from Adelaide. I know the difference.”
    Tank lost color in his face. “The rogue federal agent, the chameleon.”
    “It’s possible,” Cane said, interrupting.
    “Yes, but what do we do about all the cameras? And he might have bugged the phones, as well,” Tank said with growing unease. “He had access to the whole house, thanks to my stupidity! I should have mentioned that we hire a company from out of town.”
    “You couldn’t have known,” Mallory said gently. “Neither of us thought about the possibility, either. It seemed a logical thing to do.”
    “Yes, it did,” Cane agreed.
    “We might have another company come in and tweak the cameras,” Mallory suggested with twinkling eyes.
    “Not a bad idea,” Tank said. “I have a friend who can put bugs in ice cream and you’ll never see them. He was working as an independent contractor in the Middle East when I was serving over there. I’ll give him a call on my cell.”
    “Your cell may be bugged,” Mallory pointed out.
    “I’ll buy a throwaway,” Cane said. “And use it. We’d all better have some. I’ll send Darby into town for them.”
    “This is ridiculous,” Tank muttered. “We hire people to protect us from the bad guys, and they may turn out to be the very people we’re watching for.”
    “Our advantage,” Cane said, “is that they won’t know we’re onto them.”
    “We could all just be paranoid,” Mallory suggested.
    The other two looked at him for a minute, laughed and shook their heads. “No.”
    He shrugged, and grinned.
    “Tell the wives,” Tank added, “not to say anything about this in the house.”
    “We will. They’re going on a two-day Christmas shopping trip to Los Angeles Friday,” Cane pointed out. “Morie’s taking Harrison with them. She can’t bear to leave him even with Mavie for a couple of days.”
    “She’s a great little mother,” Tank said. He pursed his lips. “And I hear you and your new father-in-law have a hunting trip planned for next month up in Montana.”
    “Heard that, did you?” Mallory chuckled. “We do. Now that he’s a grandfather, he’s a lot less judgmental and harsh.”
    Tank didn’t want to mention how much Mallory had mellowed. So he just grinned.
    “I’ll call Merissa back and set up our date for Saturday,” Tank decided. “I