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dangerous man to know. Her body reacted immediately, a tiny pulse throbbing in her cunt and her nipples standing at attention. She had an insane desire to rip his clothes off and see if he looked as magnificent when he was naked.
    Dakota sucked in a breath. Not good! Her rare moments of sexual activity had been nothing short of catastrophic. You’d think she’d learned her lesson by now.
    “I hope you won’t need that shotgun,” he said. “I’m not planning to start a gunfight.”
    His voice was like warm molasses sliding onto a plate, deep and rich. Her body reacted automatically to the sensuous sound, the same weak-kneed, kick-in-the-stomach feeling she’d had when she ran into him in town, and she had to fight to keep her face expressionless.
    “What are you planning? What are you even doing here? I don’t entertain company.”
    He stopped at the porch steps and she tightened her grip on the shotgun. No way was she letting him in the house. Not the way his proximity set off sensations in her body previously only produced by her collection of toys. What the hell? She could smell trouble.
    “My name is Jonah Grey.” A ghost of a smile drifted over his mouth. “It’s usually polite when someone introduces themselves to tell them your name, but it so happens I know it.”
    She snorted. “I’ll bet the good people of Eagle Pass were only too happy to gossip about me.”
    “Actually, I got your name from the sheriff. I’m doing some articles and I wondered if you might give me a minute or two and answer some questions.”
    She tensed at his words. Was this another reporter sniffing around the crazy half-breed? Dakota angled the shotgun so her finger was on the trigger. All she had to do was raise the muzzle.
    “Questions? About what?”
    Jonah Grey didn’t flinch. He just looked at the gun and back at her. “I don’t think I’ll give you any cause to shoot me.”
    “Tell me in one sentence what you want before I blow one of your toes off.”
    The damn man actually grinned. “I’m writing about the legend of the Chupacabra and the recent killings here.”
    That stopped her for a minute. The damn stupid legend. Did he think it was Native American? That just because she was half-Kickapoo she would know about it?
    “It’s not a Native American legend,” she said in a flat tone.
    “I’m aware of that. More Hispanic than anything. But the last killings happened not too far from here. Besides, I have a feeling the Kickapoo are more aware of what’s going on than the people in Eagle Pass.”
    Her entire body tightened. “Are you saying the Kickapoo have something to do with it?”
    He shook his head. “Not even hinting at it. Just wondering if there’s a little more insight into the legend there.” He put one foot on her bottom step, completely ignoring the shotgun. “I promise not to take up too much of your time.”
    Reluctantly Dakota backed up a step. The problem was, she wanted him to take up a lot of her time and that was so not good.
    She gestured toward the two old Adirondack chairs she’d scavenged from somewhere. “We can talk out here.”
    He nodded. “All right.”
    She watched him lower his tall body easily into one of the chairs, push his hat back slightly on his head, and lean forward with his arms on his thighs. He was obviously doing his best to put her at ease, but how much ease could she feel with someone who had danger written all over him?
    Rather than sit down in the other chair, she leaned against the porch rail, still cradling the shotgun. She wondered if it was to warn him to look but not touch or to remind herself to keep a safe distance.
    “What is it you want to know?”
    “For starters did you hear anything the day it happened? Sound carries a long way out here.”
    Dakota shook her head. “No. Nothing. At least not that I remember. But there are so many animal sounds all mixing together that it’s hard to distinguish one from the other.
    His silver eyes studied her