Uniformly Hot! Volume 1 from Harlequin: Letters from HomeBreaking the RulesComing Up for Air

by Rhonda Nelson

  Was he asking because Adam had invited her? Natalie wondered, tempted. “I’ve got to put in some time at the studio today,” she said, hesitating.

  As a driftwood artist, she pretty much set her own hours, but she was working on a pair of deer—a doe and a stag—that she was finding particularly enjoyable. She was inexplicably drawn to the stag. The proud angle of his head, the breadth and strength in his shoulders. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but she hadn’t been able to put her finger on it yet. She would, she knew, in time. Her art always spoke to her that way and she never failed to learn something about herself during the process.

  Levi quirked a light, slanting brow. “Working on something new?”

  Adam snorted with wry derision. “You know the answer to that. She’s always working on something new. That is, when she’s not planning the Founders’ Day Festival and organizing clean-up crews for the park or directing the Downtown Walking Tours.” He pointed to the driftwood pendant around his neck. “She gave me this the day I got home.”

  Levi studied the shape. “Nice,” he said, though it was obvious he didn’t have any idea what he was looking at.

  “It’s the Chinese symbol for courage,” Natalie explained, smiling softly.

  “Ah,” he said, inclining his head. That golden gaze found hers again, causing a little flutter of heat to whisper over the tips of her breasts. “Excellent choice.”

  “She’s brilliant,” Adam spoke up. “You should go by her studio, or better still, check out her gallery downtown. Beautiful stuff. Miss Bethel Bay here stays busy.” He grinned at her, obviously proud of her accomplishments. “Who would have thought that collecting all that driftwood would turn our little sand rat into an internationally renowned artist?”

  “I don’t know about that,” Natalie said, feeling her cheeks warm under the spotlight of praise. “But it’s nice to do what I love to do, have people enjoy it and make a living.”

  Actually, it was more than nice. Nice seemed like such an inadequate word when she considered that she was essentially living a dream, albeit a somewhat lonely one. She spent morning and evenings enjoying the beach, the rest of the day in her studio, engrossed in her art. And, thanks to a single sale to an A-list star who made his home in France with his pop-princess girlfriend, people now paid ridiculously large sums of money to own a Rowland original. She’d gone from a gradual success to an overnight sensation. She should be happy—was happy—and yet…something was missing. Her gaze drifted to Levi.

  She grimly suspected it was the man in front of her.

  Seemingly impressed, Levi quirked a brow. “And your dad? Is he still helping you?”

  “I couldn’t do it without him,” Natalie said, rocking back on her heels. Not altogether true, she knew, but her life wouldn’t be the same without her father. Since the drowning death of her mother five years ago, John Rowland hadn’t let Natalie put so much as a toe in the ocean without him being there, even to gather driftwood along the beach. Another reason going out on the boat with Levi wouldn’t be a good idea. Her father would be a wreck with worry.

  Molly Rowland had been a strong swimmer, but she’d panicked when caught in a riptide. It seemed so surreal to Natalie, even now. Her mother had been so level-headed. Even-keeled. For months after she’d died, Natalie had sweated through nightmares of her tragic death. She would relive her mother’s horrible last moments…the terror, her heart-racing panic, leaden, tired limbs…then this strange acceptance and suffocation. She inwardly shivered, remembering.

  Her father had been, in a word, devastated. While Natalie didn’t necessarily need his help—she’d managed before—she nonetheless welcomed his presence. Since her mother’s death they’d fallen into a comfortable routine. Though she wouldn’t say she took care of her father—she had her own place, after all—she nonetheless spent a great deal of time with him.

  “What do you say, Nat?” Adam asked. “You want to take a turn around the bay with us?”

  Natalie hesitated, torn, but ultimately decided to pass. Levi had just gotten home and, while she knew she was welcome, she thought his mother would probably enjoy having some quality family time. She gave her head a small shake. “You know, as much as I’d love to, I really can’t. Dad and I are combing this afternoon, so…” She looked at Levi. “Maybe another time?”

  “Sure,” he said. Was it her imagination or was that a fleeting look of disappointment on his face?

  She nodded, then bent and gave Adam a kiss on the cheek. She gestured to their game. “I won. You owe me a chick flick.” They’d been playing for movies. So far she’d had to watch two horror movies to one chick flick. Now they were even.

  Adam chuckled. “I’m not watching Steel Magnolias again,” he said as she waved goodbye.

  Natalie merely smiled, but her insides vibrated with pent-up anxiety and longing as she walked away.

  Levi McPherson was home…and his mail was sure to follow. One way or another she had to keep him from getting those letters.

  The question, of course, was…how?

  3

  Dear Levi,

  Last night I saw a couple holding hands on the beach and thought of you, my fingers threaded through yours, our lives equally entwined. I could happily hold your hand forever….

  “STEEL MAGNOLIAS?” Levi asked, disturbed that he couldn’t take his eyes off Natalie’s ass as she walked away. Since his sadistic imagination had cast Natalie as his Ms. X, he knew he hadn’t gotten past that inappropriate attraction, but this was too much. Every nerve in his body had sung when he’d laid eyes on her. And touching her. Damn. “Do I need to pat her down before she gets to her car?”

  “Pat her down for what?”

  Levi grinned and waited for their parents to disappear inside the house before responding. “Your balls. You obviously don’t have any if you’ve been watching friggin’ Steel Magnolias with her,” he said, chuckling under his breath. Damn it was good to see him, Levi thought. Physically, his brother looked better than Levi had expected. Mentally, though, he wasn’t so sure. There was a strain—a thinness in the skin around Adam’s eyes—that alerted him to a deeper-seated problem. Understandable, of course, but he knew his brother would hate the implied weakness.

  Adam leaned over and punched him in the arm. “Hey, cut it out. She’s been keeping me company.”

  “I saw that. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything.” To his annoyance, a bolt of jealousy landed in his gut at the thought.

  His brother’s gaze sharpened, indicating that he’d gone over the line. “You know it’s not like that with me and Natalie. We’re friends. That’s it.” He blew out a breath. “Hell, life would be easier if we were into each other. She gets me, you know? She’s smart. She’s funny. She’s beautiful. She’s pretty damned close to perfect.”

  Frankly, Levi couldn’t agree more. And she’d looked especially beautiful today. He’d always loved her long, curly hair. A deep red, it slithered thickly over her slim shoulders and perfectly accented those unique dark-brown eyes. A spattering of freckles dusted over her pert nose, emphasizing her elfin features, and her mouth…

  Lush, full, raspberry-red and bow-shaped, it was the stuff of fantasies.

  His.

  Adam sighed heavily and shook his head. “But there’s no spark and never has been.” He paused thoughtfully and Levi got the distinct impression his brother was thinking about someone who did inspire a spark. He let go a breath. “Besides, I have the feeling she’s in love with someone else.”

  Levi’s insides twisted uncomfortably. “Really? Who?”

  “I couldn’t tell you,” Adam said, somewhat evasively. “She’s never said anything. It’s just an impression that I get.”

  Trying to ignore the sudden pounding in his temples, Levi poured himself a glass of his mother’s homemade lemonade and sank onto the porch swing. Because he couldn’t think of anything to say that would not result in him looking like a moon-eyed moron, he merely grunted in response.r />
  Honestly, for years now, he’d imagined that at some point Adam and Natalie would tie the knot. They’d always been extremely affectionate with one another, hugging and such, his brother slinging an arm around Natalie’s slim shoulders. Granted, Adam had maintained that they were just friends—and if they were in fact “just friends,” then they were the exception to the old men-and-women-can’t-be-just-friends rule—but Levi had suspected that the relationship would eventually develop into something more. That’s why, aside from the Sabrina debacle, he’d kept his distance. He inwardly snorted.

  He’d be damned before he’d poach on his brother’s turf.

  But it had been damned hard.

  He’d never forget the first time he’d really noticed Natalie, the first time he’d seen her as more than his brother’s friend. It had been the summer between their senior year and college. Levi’d been a junior at the Citadel but had come home for a couple of weeks to visit.

  Natalie, looking tall and lean and tanned, had been wearing a pair of frayed cut-off shorts and a pink tank top, her bikini strings sticking out from the back. She’d pulled those dark-red, sun-kissed curls up into a messy ponytail and was dancing around the driveway to the tune of Guns N’Roses’ “Sweet Child of Mine” as she helped Adam wash his car. Levi had never heard the song again without thinking of her.

  She’d been…beautiful.

  Fresh, sweet and inherently sexy.

  And in that instant, when his dick had gone hard and his heart had given an odd little flutter, he’d realized if he wasn’t careful he could fall in love with her. Hell, though Sabrina had been the one to cheat, he had to admit he’d felt a pang of regret for what might have been when he’d seen Natalie at that godforsaken wedding. She’d been a bridesmaid, and had far surpassed the bride.

  He grimaced. Hell, that probably should have tipped him off that the idea of marriage was ill-fated. He still didn’t know what the hell he’d been thinking. He was career military and, while some guys seemed to know how to make the wife-and-family thing work, Levi wasn’t altogether sure he possessed the skill. He’d come home, had panicked because all the guys around him seemed to be moving forward with their lives despite their careers, and he’d unwisely proposed for all the wrong reasons.

  He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  “Like I said,” Adam continued, picking at the bandage around his leg. “I don’t know who she’s carrying a torch for. But I don’t think it’s anyone who keeps a permanent address in Bethel Bay.” He grimaced and gestured wearily. “Hell, I’m just glad that she’s been here this week.” His jaw worked and he gestured wearily. “Mom glances at me and cries. The General’s trying to keep a stiff upper lip, but can’t look me in the eye. Natalie teared up for a minute when she first saw my leg, but it wasn’t out of pity—it was because she’d missed me.” His determined gaze caught and held Levi’s. “You have no idea how nice that was. I don’t want to be pitied, Levi. I’m still me. Less of me, yes,” he admitted. “But otherwise no different.”

  As much as he wanted to believe that, Levi didn’t. War changed men. You couldn’t live through what they lived through and not see things differently. And sustaining an injury like Adam’s…Levi swallowed, guilt weighing his shoulders down. He passed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

  “You weren’t supposed to be there, bro. This shit happens. Am I glad that it happened to me? Hell no. Am I occasionally pissed and feel sorry for myself? Hell yes. But this—” He smacked his thigh. “—this is not going to define me, you understand? I’m a soldier, by God.” He took a pull from his drink. “Nothing’s going to change that.”

  “Mom’s worried about you going back,” Levi told him. And that was putting it mildly. Their mother wanted Adam to medic out, to come home and find an alternative career. He’s young, she’d insisted on the drive home. Maybe in years, Levi would admit. But war aged a man in ways that weren’t readily seen. Thankfully his father understood that, and, if Adam still wanted to go back to active duty, wouldn’t try to stand in his way. Being a soldier was more than a job. It was a mentality, a way of life.

  Meanwhile, Levi couldn’t help but feel he’d gotten a free pass home. Though the General hadn’t admitted to pulling any strings, Levi knew that his father had. Given the state of things in the field right now, there was no way in hell the powers that be would have given him leave.

  Was he glad to be home? Oh, hell yes.

  Did he regret not being there with his men? Yes to that, too.

  Helluva mess, Levi thought, massaging the bridge of his nose. His gaze drifted over his brother’s leg. He’d seen too many mangled soldiers, dammit. “How’s therapy?” he asked.

  “Tough, but it’s getting easier.”

  Thankfully the surgeon who’d performed the surgery had been able to save Adam’s knee, which would make his recovery a bit easier, though admittedly there was nothing easy about what his brother was going through. Hopefully when he got his new state-of-the-art prosthesis, he would clear that final hurdle toward putting his life back in order. He’d had multiple fittings and was merely waiting on the device to be ready. Beyond that it would be up to the powers that be whether or not he went back on the front lines.

  Levi raised a brow. “Phantom sensation?”

  His brother grimaced. “That’s a pain in the ass,” Adam admitted. “How can something hurt that’s not there anymore?”

  Levi had heard more than he’d ever wanted to know about phantom sensation, a condition that affected a lot of amputees. Despite the missing limb, amputees often “felt” pain and sensation from their non-existent limb.

  “Supposedly it should get better with time,” Adam said. “I’m hoping that it goes away altogether once I get my prosthesis.” He paused and considered Levi shrewdly. “So what’s this first order of business you were talking about?”

  Levi chuckled, unsurprised that Adam had gone back to that subject. The boy didn’t miss a thing and that was no small part of the reason he was a kick-ass soldier. “I’m going to the post office to set up a temporary box.”

  A slow, knowing grin slid over Adam’s lips. “Afraid you’ll miss something important?”

  To his horror Levi felt a blush creep up his neck. Him, blushing. A man dubbed Remington in reference to his so-called “balls of steel.” He was a damned Ranger, one of the best-trained soldiers on the freaking planet. Rangers didn’t blush, dammit. “No. I just don’t want to miss anything.”

  Adam laughed. “Correction. You don’t want to miss anything from her.”

  Pathetic, but true, Levi admitted to himself. It was ridiculous how important this woman’s letters had become to him. Though he wouldn’t have a lot of time at home and needed to spend what little he did have with family, he had every intention of trying to find out who the Mysterious Ms. X really was.

  He needed to know. Had to know.

  Was he attracted to the sexy part of her letters? Hell, yeah. They were graphic and erotic and the picture she painted with words made parts of his body react in ways he wouldn’t have thought possible. This woman wanted him. Genuinely with-every-cell-in-her-body wanted him. He could feel it in each stroke of her pen, read it in every wicked word.

  But…it was more than that.

  She was funny and open and honest, and there was a familiarity there that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he knew it existed all the same. A connection, if you will. He couldn’t explain his thinking, couldn’t make it form anything that remotely resembled common sense, but he knew in his gut that this girl was…special.

  For whatever reason, a vision of Natalie and her softly smiling lips suddenly slipped into his mind. God, she’d felt perfect against him. Hugging her had been a mistake, he realized now. Touching her only made him want to touch her more. Soft, womanly curves. Perfect breasts and more than a handful of ass. Damn, but the woman had a great ass. Full and heart-shaped and unapologetically feminine. And that scent. A ginger citrus? It
was vaguely familiar.

  “Tracy Cochran is working at the post office now,” Adam told him, a helpful little nugget that immediately made Levi take notice. “She might be able to put a name to a box for you.”

  Levi’s startled gaze darted to his brother’s. “That’s against the law, isn’t it?”

  Adam shrugged. “This is a small town and you’re a hero. She might be persuaded. That’s all I’m sayin’.”

  Levi didn’t know about the hero crap, but he and Tracy had been friends in school. More than friends, actually, he thought, remembering a trip to the beach they’d taken together. It was possible that she might be willing to help him out.

  “Word of advice,” Adam told Levi, as though he were about to impart something really important. “Don’t try to sweet-talk her. If the rumors are true, her girlfriend could kick your ass.”

  Levi blinked, shock jolting through him. He’d dated Tracy Cochran. “Girlfriend?”

  His brother lifted another unconcerned shoulder. “That’s the word on the street.”

  Levi frowned, still slightly stunned. “You’ve been busy since you’ve been home.”

  Adam smiled at him. “Hell, Levi, this is Bethel Bay. Nothing that’s a secret ever stays a secret for long.”

  Exactly, Levi thought as a slow, purposeful smile slid over his lips. That’s precisely what he was betting on.

  4

  Dear Levi,

  Have I ever mentioned how much I want to kiss you? How much I want to taste you? How much I want to tangle my tongue around yours and breathe you in?

  WINNIE CUTHBERT—tomboy, fitness nut, baker extraordinaire and longtime best friend—stared at Natalie in unattractive bug-eyed wonder. Icing dripped unnoticed from the pastry bag in her hand, dropping a blob into the middle of a pretty pink rose.

  “How could you not tell me about this?” she asked breathlessly. “You wrote sexy letters? To Levi? I—I—” Smiling, she gestured wordlessly and shook her head. “I’m—”