by Elle Casey
“The last plane was leaving, so I had to go. I went up to your room to see what was going on, and the maid was there cleaning up. You’d already gone.”
“You thought I just ditched you, didn’t you?”
“Pretty much. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but you weren’t in your room, you’d given me a bum phone number, and finally when I went to the front desk they confirmed you’d checked out. And I never heard from you again. You never called me once. Believe me, I watched my phone like a hawk for weeks. Months.”
I reached out and took his hand. “Candice, the girl who I was staying with that you met, knocked my phone into the toilet that morning when I was in the shower. My SIM card was destroyed. I had to get a new phone and a new card and load everything on it from my computer back-up. That’s why I didn’t call.”
He lifted my hand up to where he could see it and played with my fingers. “Would you have called me when you got back … if you hadn’t dropped your phone in the toilet?”
“Yes. Maybe.” I had to think about it for a few more seconds. “I’m not sure. I didn’t remember we were married. And when I got back … I guess I just tried to start my life over. Get it back on track.”
“You had a plan, you said. You talked about it a lot that night.”
“Yeah.” I smiled bitterly. “My lifeplan. I thought it was the answer to everything, but now I’m starting to think it destroyed any chance I had at being happy.”
“You’re only twenty-seven.”
I pushed on his hand with mine a little. “How do you know how old I am?”
“I know you were born on the fourth of July and consider all fireworks being set off in your honor. You are an only child. Your mother lives in Seattle and at some point spent a lot of time with men who made you a very unhappy person. And I know you used that lifeplan to get your life on track and headed in a direction that made you feel good about yourself.”
My stomach clenched with fear. Having someone know me this well was nothing short of terrifying. Why was he still with me? Why hadn’t he told me to get the hell out of his life? “You know a lot. You remember a lot. I know this sounds terrible, but the only thing I remembered about you was your eyes, your face, and your hat. Oh, and that belt buckle you wore.”
“Well, that’s better than nothing, I guess.” He smiled sadly, making me want to punch myself.
“Luceo non uro,” I said, struggling to find something to make him feel better. To lessen the hurt I’d caused. “I remembered those words. And then when I saw them on your ranch gate out there, I remembered waking up in my room that morning without you. I thought you’d left me.”
“Shine not burn. Ain’t that the truth.”
“How so? What does it mean?”
“Literally? Luceo non uro means I shine, not burn. To me, though, it means that I have a choice. I need to balance the bad with the good, make sure to avoid the things that could burn or scar me but get close enough to the heat that I feel life and really experience it. Until I met you, I’d never really embraced that idea. I walked around my life just being there, but not really feeling it or being actively involved in making it worthwhile. Then there was you, and suddenly it all made sense. I grabbed onto what Fortune was offering me that night and ran with it. I was shining that night, for sure. Brighter than the Vegas strip.”
“And look where it got you.” I was so sad that I’d somehow been involved in him getting eventually burned by my carelessness. “Burned.” I stroked my thumb over his hand, wishing I could undo the pain for him.
“I don’t regret it,” he said, lifting my hand and kissing my fingers. “It might have felt like getting burned for a while, but you’re here now. If I hadn’t done what I did, we wouldn’t be getting this second chance. It feels like shining to me, not burning.”
I pulled my hand away and sat up, tears close to the surface. “It’s not a second chance, Mack. It can’t be.”
He sat up next to me and pulled me to his side with his arm across my shoulders. Touching his head to mine he spoke in a low voice. “Yes, it can. We’re still married. Why can’t we just take a shot at making it work like a real marriage?”
I felt and sounded desperately freaked out. “Maybe because we live across the country from each other?”
“That’s just geography.”
“But I have work and a life.”
“So, I’ll come live with you.”
I pulled my head away and stared at him, my heart slamming in my chest. “You’d give up all this for me?” I looked around the meadow and up at the mountains in the distance. Heaven on earth.
“Sure. In a heartbeat.”
Tears sprang to my eyes. This was such an impossible situation. “I couldn’t let you do that.”
“The hell you couldn’t.” He stood and took me by the hands, leveraging me up to stand. Once I was in front of him, he took me into his arms. “I’d go live in a trailer park in the middle of the Mississippi swamps if it meant I could be with you and give this a shot.”
“That sounds miserable,” I said, laughing sadly into his chest.
“You’re right. But I was just trying to make a point. I don’t care where I am, as long as I’m with you.”
My mind shifted to practical matters so I could keep the reins tight on my runaway heart. “But where would you work? There aren’t any ranches around where I live.”
“I have an MBA in finance. I could get a job without much of a problem, I’m sure. I’ve been managing the business of this ranch for years, and it’s a big operation. That translates into all kinds of other work.”
My tears went on pause and I pulled my upper body back a little so I could look up at him. “You have an MBA? From where?”
He gave me a sad grin. “Does it matter?”
“No.” I answered automatically without thinking because that was the polite thing to say, but on further reflection I realized it didn’t matter because we couldn’t be together anyway. Him having an MBA didn’t change anything.
“What about your brother? You haven’t told me how his wedding figured into this whole thing.”
Mack released me and turned to stand side-by-side, lacing our fingers together and tucking my arm up under his. “Okay, sorry … got side-tracked there. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Getting back … I came back from Vegas after swearing Ian and his friends to secrecy. But the story got around somehow that one of us was off with some girl all night, ruining the party.”
“Who told?”
“I don’t know for sure, but I think Boog was somehow involved. He wasn’t there, but he was on the phone with everyone before and after. He’s kind of the town gossip.”
“Boog?” I couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah. Boog. The guy’s a granny gossiper. Makes my mom crazy.”
“But the story wasn’t complete. Why didn’t the gossipers say it was you?”
“Oh, they did eventually. But whoever Ginny was eavesdropping on didn’t specify or she missed that part, so she flipped out thinking Ian had cheated on her and came after me.”
“You? Why you?”
“I don’t know. I guess she expected me to be supervising or something since he’s my little brother. She confronted me at my house in town. I brought her inside because she was making a scene on the front porch. She was hysterical, and when I tried to tell her it wasn’t Ian, it was me, she didn’t believe me. She must have thought I was just covering for him.”
“Couldn’t she just have asked him? Why was it all on you to take care of things?”
“I guess when she first found out, she tried to call Ian and discuss it, but he wouldn’t talk to her about it. He got defensive when she came right out and accused him of messing around on the trip and refused to talk to her. They used to fight a lot like that - she’d go off the handle on him and then he’d shut down and give her the silent treatment. He doesn’t do well with shouting and she’s definitely a shouter. Then he wouldn’t answer his phone. By the time s
he got to my place she’d decided he’d slept with some other woman and we were all in on the plan to keep it hush-hush. I think she had revenge on her mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“She came after me. Like trying to come-on to me.”
“Oh. Wow. Ick. What’d you do?”
“Tried to get her off me and get away.”
“Did you succeed?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his answer.
“Yes, I succeeded.” He frowned at me. “Do you really think I’m the kind of guy to sleep with my brother’s fiancée?”
I shook my head. “No. I never would have thought that about you.” I was so relieved he wasn’t that kind of guy I was giddy.
He sighed, looking off into the distance again. “Anyway, people saw her coming in all hysterical and being in my house for a while and let Ian know. He asked me what happened, and I told him. Small towns love the gossip.” He sighed heavily. “That’s one thing I wouldn’t miss leaving here.”
“You told him?”
He nodded, his jaw set in a hard line. “Yeah. I told him. I’ve wondered many times if I should have just kept it all a secret, but I’m glad I didn’t. Even though Ian got hurt, it doesn’t change the fact that lies are like acid. They eat everything away eventually - your integrity, your heart … your soul. It’s not worth it.”
I nodded. “What does your brother think about all of it?”
“He was really angry at me for a long time. He didn’t speak to me for months.”
“But it wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m the one who disappeared that night in Vegas and started the rumors. Ginny made a mistake overhearing only part of a conversation and letting it get the best of her, but if I hadn’t done all that, it never would have happened.”
“But she was totally wrong for coming on to you. I mean, come on. She doesn’t deserve that much of a break.”
“Let’s just say she showed her true colors that day. Ian never forgave her. He canceled the wedding, tore up the honeymoon tickets, and mailed her the pieces.”
“Is he okay with everything now?”
“No. He’s just surviving day-to-day, drinking too much, partying way too much in town. He hates it here. He had a job all lined up in Portland, working as an architect in this new firm. His first job out of school. But after the Ginny thing, he just couldn’t deal. He blew them off, blew off all his plans for the future … he’s just been riding out his time at the ranch, drinking almost every night with his buddies. He’s in a bad way, but right now he’s not really accepting any help from anyone. Boog keeps an eye on him for us, but that’s about all we can do.”
“I feel terrible.” My heart ached for both of them and their parents. I could tell they were all suffering for it. It made me so sad to know that I had something to do with it.
“Why do you feel terrible? It’s not your fault.”
“It is too. If it hadn’t been for me, you would have been with them all night and then there wouldn’t have been a rumor. No rumor, no upset fiancée, no funny business in the back room.”
He turned to face me, pulling my shoulder around so I was facing him. “Oh, so you’re like a spider who lured me in to her web and I had no choice in the matter? I can tell everyone I was just an innocent victim?”
When he said it that way it made me feel silly, but I still wasn’t ready to walk away without taking any of the blame. “Yes, that’s what happened. I lured you into my web.” I stepped closer and hugged him to me. “I wore booby-pusher-uppers that night and that tight dress and heels. You fell right into my trap. You had no choice.”
He hugged me back tightly and leaned down to inhale the skin of my neck. “You’re right about that. Once I saw you, I had no choice. I was done for good. You’re the last woman I ever want to be with.” His hands slid down my back and squeezed my rear end as we lifted our faces to gaze at each other.
The combination of his touch, his words, and the way he was staring at me with love shining out of his eyes made my whole system go haywire.
“We’re going to have sex again, aren’t we?” I asked softly, the wetness building in an instant.
He gave me a wicked smile. “Hell yes, we are.” And then he lowered me to the ground.
Chapter Thirty-Five
THE WEIGHT OF MACK’S HEAVY body pressed my back into the soft earth beneath the blanket. His breath was sweet and his mouth insistent, the scratchy surface of his shaved upper lip giving me a thrill as it slid across the sensitive skin of my lips and neck. His hat tipped off and fell into the grass next to my head.
“What if someone sees us?” I asked, feeling his growing need pressing into my leg.
“No one’s out here except you, me, and the horses, and they don’t care what we do, so long as we let them eat in peace.” His lazy smile arrested my heart. “Just relax and let me love you.” He dipped his head down and kissed the hollow of my neck, pulling the neckline of my t-shirt down to expose my skin and kiss there too.
I closed my eyes and ran my fingers up and down his back, loving how the muscles bunched up and relaxed as he covered me in his affection. He was such a strong man. I felt safe with him. Turned on just at the thought of him.
“Do you like this?” he asked, nuzzling my ear and giving me chills.
“I like everything you do,” I said softly. “Everything feels amazing.”
He came back up to my face and kissed me on the mouth hard before pulling away. “Get up.”
“What?” The fog that had started to take over my conscious mind quickly dissipated, leaving me confused.
“Stand up and take your clothes off for me. Strip, sexy girl, I want to watch.”
I giggled. “Get out of town.” My face flamed at the idea of him seeing me in the broad daylight like that.
“No, I’m serious.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my lips, forcing them apart and pushing his hot tongue inside. My nipples went rock hard. I reached for him blindly as my eyes slid shut, but he pushed my hands gently to the side and pulled away. I opened my eyes and pouted.
“Nope. I want to see you naked,” he insisted. He sat up and bent his legs at the knees, letting one leg fall to the side and leaving the other upright so I had a perfect view of his jeans-encased crotch. He rested his forearms on his knees and winked at me, lifting his chin in a gesture of encouragement. “Go for it.”
“I want to see you naked,” I responded, challenging him with my grin.
“You first.” He moved his eyebrows up and down in a promise of future play.
I felt energized for some reason. Daring. I got up from the blanket and stood a couple paces away.
“What should I take off first?” My cheeks were still burning with embarrassment and anticipation, his focused, serious gaze causing a flush to come over my chest and neck too. He was so gorgeous, sitting there in his jeans and t-shirt, looking so carefree and oblivious to his charms. His hair was rumpled, curling around the edges from the heat and sweat. Keeping my hands off him took monumental effort.
“Shoes,” he ordered. “Take ‘em off.”
I kicked the ugly moccasins off and they went flying over his head.
He grinned. “Shirt off. Show me what you got.”
I pulled the t-shirt up from the bottom and let it slide down my arm to drop at my feet. An answering wetness started between my legs when he reached down and put his hand on his crotch, pulling at it a little and adjusting it. I’d never before been turned on by the idea of a man touching himself, but yep, it was happening now. Big time.
“Bra.” He dropped to his side on the blanket, one hand propping up his head and the other stroking the front of his jeans. The bulge underneath was impossible to miss.
I raised an eyebrow at his command. I thought for sure the shorts were going to be next. I shrugged. If he wanted to see me naked from the waist up, who was I to argue? Reaching behind me, I unclasped the only thing keeping my naked breasts from being exposed to the whole world
. I’d never been without clothes in public before and I expected to hate it, but as the air touched my skin, I suddenly felt wild and free; like I was taking a risk and loving every minute of it.
“Jesus, you have a nice rack.”
I laughed. “A nice rack? Wow, that’s sexy. What am I, a deer?” It was kind of sexy, having my womanly parts referred to in such a man’s way. I reached up and put my hands underneath them, pushing them up a little and rubbing the last vestiges of heat away.
“Better stop doing that,” he said, his face going dark, his hand stilling its movements on his jeans. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and he looked like a lion considering whether to attack its prey.
My hands froze. “Why?” I asked the question, but I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear him say what his expression was already telling me.
“Because I’m not done with the strip tease, but if you don’t quit doing that I’m going to tackle you.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. “Fine.” My hands fell to my hips. “What’s next?”
“Shorts. But turn around. I want to see that ass.”
I spun, losing my balance a little and giggling as I worked on the button and got my feet back under me. Once they were unzipped and on their way down, sliding over the roundest part of my rear end, I looked at him over my shoulder.
He was hypnotized, staring at me with his hand rubbing his crotch slowly. Maybe I should have been shocked at his blatant male behavior, but instead, I was turned-on beyond rational thought. To think that he was getting so turned on just by seeing my naked body was blowing my mind. I’d always gotten undressed in the dark, self-conscious about my flaws. Here with him in this bright meadow, I felt like the goddess of sex.
The shorts hit the ground at my feet and I stepped out of them.
I was facing away from him again, wearing nothing but my panties.
“What’s next?” I asked, my voice carrying out into the clearing in front of me.
I heard a rustling, and before I could react, he was behind me on his knees. His face was against my lower back, kissing me while he held onto my hips with his strong hands. My legs trembled as his thick fingers hooked into the top of my panties and slowly dragged them down.