Her Knight in Black Leather (Crimson Romance)

by Stewart, J. M.

  She shook her head. “Sorry. I haven’t checked my phone yet. No, I wasn’t home last night.” Heat climbed into her cheeks, the small room suddenly sweltering. Yet another conversation she didn’t want to have with her father. “When I saw the window, I was so worried. You weren’t here when it happened, were you?”

  He offered a reassuring smile and shook his head. “No, sweetheart. Whoever did this set off the alarm. The sheriff and his boys got here first.” Something caught his attention, and his gaze shifted. Cat turned, following his gaze out the office door, toward the front of the shop. Michael made his way up the center aisle, carefully stepping over the mess.

  Her father turned to the sheriff. “I suppose this is connected to those phone calls she’s been getting.”

  Cat twisted her hands, the memory rising over her. “Because of the time I’ve been spending with Michael.” Tears flooded her eyes.

  “It’s not your fault.” Michael reached her side, sliding his arm around her shoulders, drawing her protectively against his side.

  It was an action her father didn’t miss. It occurred to her she ought to feel uncomfortable about the show, but the solid strength of Michael against her side felt too good to turn down. It made the shaking that had encompassed her the moment they pulled up out front finally cease. A sense of warmth and safety finally settled around her.

  Her father’s gaze shifted to the sheriff. He shook his head, a worried frown marring his forehead. “This has to stop, Joe.”

  “My men are dusting for fingerprints now.” The sheriff caught her eye, his expression soft and reassuring. “We’ll catch whoever did this. I’m putting extra patrols around your building as well as down here on Main Street. You don’t have to worry. I’ll make sure you and your family stay safe.”

  “In the meantime,” Michael addressed her father, “she’ll be staying with me.”

  Her father eyed Michael for a long moment, and Cat got the distinct impression Michael was being weighed and measured.

  Something Michael apparently noticed as well, for he dropped his arms to his sides. “It’s my fault she’s in this mess. I won’t sleep not knowing whether or not she’s safe. She and I have discussed this, but I don’t mind telling you as well. She either stays with me or I camp out in her living room. Hell, I’ll camp out on her doorstep if I have to. One way or another, I’m not leaving her side until this over. Until I know she’s going to be safe.”

  Her father’s eyes lit up, a secretive smile curling across his mouth. As if he knew something they didn’t. His gaze shifted to her, a lone brow lifting. “I take it that’s okay with you, sweetheart?”

  Cat bit her bottom lip and nodded. Given everything that was happening, staying with Michael was probably the last thing she ought to do. So far, it had done nothing but get her in trouble. Someone had gotten hurt because of their relationship, but he made her feel safe. After everything that had happened, she couldn’t think of a place she wanted to be more than sleeping safe and warm in his embrace.

  Her father turned back to Michael and smiled again. “In that case, I appreciate that, son. Thank you.”

  • • •

  Hands in his pockets, Michael stood watching Cat pace the sidewalk in front of him. They’d spent the last several hours helping her father clean up the store. When the bookshop finally began to resemble a small business again, her father kicked them out. Cat began pacing the minute they moved outside. Her chin tucked to her chest, she wrung her hands as she walked.

  It ate at him to watch her, to see her agitation rolled up in fear. Meeting her was a gift. She gave him peace for the first time in ten years. Made him believe a future might actually be possible. Made him actually want one. Yet all he’d done so far was bring hell to her life.

  “You’re not alone in this, Cat. You know that, don’t you?”

  Cat halted mid-stride and turned her head in his direction, a mix of tenderness and fear in her widened eyes. “I do. I feel safer with you, but us being together isn’t making this better. It’s making it worse. I can’t help wondering what else is going to happen.” She shook her head, her voice sounding a little too small and meek and scared for his taste. “We don’t even know what provoked her this time.”

  Michael’s gut knotted. He hated having to tell her this. Doing so would only add to the fear in her eyes. Seeing that fear had a protectiveness he’d never felt before swelling like a typhoon inside of him. Right then, he’d do anything to make sure that look never crossed her features again. “More pictures, I’m afraid.”

  Cat froze, so still even the rise and fall of her chest seemed to halt. Her fear was palpable. “Of what?”

  He took two steps, closing the distance between them, rubbing her arms in an effort to still the anxiety coming off her in waves. “Us, when I brought you to the house last night.”

  Her face blanched. She furrowed her brow, shook her head, her tone laced with disgust and disbelief. “They published that in the paper?”

  His privacy was being invaded, in a big way, by someone who appeared to be following every move Cat made. He swallowed. The words sat like acid on his tongue. She deserved the truth, but everything inside him rebelled having to tell her.

  “No. They were out on the back porch when I went out for a swim this morning.” He’d grown up swimming like a fish. Though he didn’t do it often anymore, this morning the stress had gotten to him. Waking before her had given him time to think.

  “You should’ve told me.” She blinked, accusation in her tone.

  “I know.” He reached out and took her hand and prayed she’d understand. “I’m sorry. You’re already scared enough as it is. I didn’t want to frighten you any more than I had to, but this changes things.”

  Cat pulled her hand from his and folded her arms across her chest. “I appreciate the gesture, but I’m a big girl, Michael.”

  He stroked a hand down her arm, hoping to soothe the wound between them. “You’re right. I should have told you. I hate that I’ve brought this to you.”

  Anger burned in his blood. He’d made a promise to himself the night Kaylee died. Something like that would never happen again. He might not be able to change the past, make right the things he’d done. It wouldn’t bring Kaylee back. But he would not lose another someone he cared about.

  Despite her stance, Cat seemed so vulnerable standing there, her eyes wide and wary. It pulled at that protectiveness, again, and he took her hand, pulled her to him, glad when she came willingly into his arms.

  “We need to take this a step further.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her, hoping to stem her trembling.

  She pulled back enough to meet his gaze, eyes searching his face. “What do you mean?”

  He took a deep breath and prepared himself for her refusal. “I want to make you a part of my family.”

  She frowned. “Marriage?”

  “No, not marriage, but close. An engagement. My family protects its own. You’ll be safe with us. My father will make sure of it. It also solves the problem of us being seen together. If we’re engaged, people expect it. I want to make our relationship completely public, so we’re going to have to make this look real. Which means nobody but you and me can know it isn’t. I want whoever this is to know they’re messing with me now, and by default, my family, too. I want them to know I’m not going to roll over and play dead. If they want a fight, they’ve got one.”

  “We’ve only known each other a few weeks.” A fierce blush seeped into her cheeks. Hands braced on his chest, she pushed out of his embrace. “What are we going to tell people?”

  “They don’t have to know that. I came back two years ago. For all they know, we met then and have been seeing each other in secret this whole time. In fact, I’m willing to bet they’d love it. People get off on that sort thing.”

  She folded her ar
ms across her chest and turned her gaze to the sidewalk. “You’re going through an awful lot of trouble for me. Why would you do that?”

  Beyond those walls he saw the little girl she must have been once, tormented by something that wasn’t her fault. That she questioned his motives told him she wasn’t used to people wanting to protect her. The whole notion made him long to draw her into his arms, shelter her from the very world she fought against. He reached out and lifted her chin. “I meant what I told your father. It’s my fault you’re in this mess. That photographer was following me, not you.”

  “What do you get out of this?”

  He slid his hands into her hair, drawing her closer. “You. Safe. It would kill me if anything happened to you, Cat.”

  Tenderness flashed in her eyes. For a long moment, they watched each other, lost in the connection zipping between them, so strong it stunned him with the simplicity of it. She had a pull on him he couldn’t ignore anymore, one he found simultaneously tempting and terrifying. He longed, more than anything, to give in and let this woman into his heart for the first time. God, how she made him yearn for the sweet peace those eyes promised him. He longed to wrap himself up in her and never come out.

  Unable to help himself, he brushed his mouth over hers. Despite the fact they stood on the sidewalk, in public, her lips melted beneath his. She lifted onto her toes, hands braced on his chest, searing his skin through the all-too-thin material of his T-shirt. When he finally pulled back, he was breathless and shaking. He leaned his forehead against hers for a moment to catch his breath. To regain some semblance of control. God, the power she had over him. “I’m not leaving Crest Point until I’m positive you’re safe.”

  She shook her head, her eyes shimmering with tenderness, gratitude, and a hint of regret. “That’s very sweet. Nobody but my father’s ever done for that me. I can’t let you give up your life for me.”

  He stroked his fingers over her skin. “I don’t see it as giving anything up, Cat.” Then he grinned, hoping to lighten the moment, to see something besides worry light her eyes. “Besides, it’s not your choice. You’re stuck with me, babe.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Morning, beautiful.”

  Cat woke to the feel of soft lips and a prickly, stubbled chin skimming the side of her neck. The low rumble of Michael’s voice in her ear, coupled with the warm, velvet of his bare skin against her side, his erection pressing into her hip, set her pulse thrumming. His wicked mouth awakened every nerve ending along his path as he planted a line of kisses across her shoulder, over her collarbone and down between her breasts. The man stoked the fire within, had her already teetering on the edge and burning for him.

  A quiet moan escaped her, and she reached down, pulling at him. “Michael … please.”

  He let her pull him up and planted a soft, lingering kiss on her lips as settled over her. He stroked her hair back off her face. “I never stop wanting you.”

  He nipped at her lower lip, then rolled off her. Opening her eyes, she turned her head and watched as he tore open a foil packet and sheathed himself. He tucked her beneath him again and, holding his weight on his elbows, slid inch by agonizing inch into her.

  He loved her with exquisite slowness, their bodies rocking together in a gentle, tender rhythm. She held him tight, her back bowing off the bed as her body strained to meet his with a need that left her panting and trembling. All too quickly, he brought her to her climax, his quiet groan in her ear as he followed her into the delicious abyss.

  They lay together afterwards, Cat tucked against his side, his arm around her shoulders, legs entangled. Comfortable and sated. Like they’d been lovers for years, and he woke her up this way every morning. It left her caught, her heart entangled in a mess she had no desire to get out of. She’d lived her life afraid of intimacy, afraid to let people in, afraid of the judgment. Afraid she’d find out they were right, that she really was her mother’s daughter. That nobody would ever want anything more from her. Michael was a foray into reclaiming her life, reclaiming herself. She feared the ultimate price would be her heart.

  “If we’re going to make this look real, we’re going to need a ring.” Michael’s voice drifted to her on a lazy murmur, his fingers busy strumming her back, as if telling her about his day. It only seemed to reinforce the odd feeling of intimacy that gripped her chest.

  She shifted, curling into his side, and tipped her head back to see his face. “Okay.”

  He brushed a kiss across her mouth. “I thought we’d pick one out together tonight, when you get off work. My family always gets together for Sunday dinner. It’s a tradition my mother insists we keep. I haven’t been home in a few years and she’s chomping at the bit. She left a message on my voice mail last night, reminding me. I thought it would be a good time to make the announcement, about us. Get the ball rolling, so to speak.”

  She couldn’t stop the panic from settling in her stomach. That was so soon. She’d barely gotten used to the whole idea. “Dinner with your family? Tomorrow?”

  He flashed an apologetic frown. “I know it’s short notice, but I think that’s a perfect time to tell them. Everybody’ll be together.”

  “Your entire family.” She bit her lip. Did she sound as panicked as she felt?

  One corner of his mouth quirked. “Pretty much. Save an uncle or two.”

  She let out a quiet, nervous laugh. “Piece of cake.”

  All of a sudden, the whole engagement idea was a little too real.

  • • •

  Inside the jewelry store that evening, standing in front of a clear glass display case, Cat and Michael gazed at an array of diamond engagement rings. Cat normally closed up the bookshop for her father, but tonight she’d asked for the evening off. He hadn’t asked why, and for that she was glad. She’d have to lie to him, and she didn’t want to do that anymore than she had to.

  Cat’s stomach twisted into a nervous knot. Michael stood behind her, his left hand on her hip. The man left her skittering on the edge again, made her entirely too aware of his proximity — so close every time she inhaled, her nostrils filled with his scent. Aware they weren’t alone, she felt the eyes of all three people in the small jewelry store staring at them.

  The tiny brunette across from them wasn’t making it any easier. An obvious romantic, the dreamy sparkle in her blue eyes clearly said their engagement thrilled her to death. And not just because they were about to spend money in her shop.

  Cat knew they were going to have to pull the same charade for everyone. He was going to have to touch her like this all the time. Somehow she had to remember it was for show. It didn’t feel like it. His touch felt so natural, she leaned into it, into him. Her body craved him. She couldn’t forget being in his arms this morning and wanted, more than anything, to be there again.

  She was supposed to be drawing a line somewhere. It was only a fling. Two people simply enjoying each other’s body. Purely physical. Now this charade blurred the lines. Being with him felt as natural as the setting sun, and it filled her heart with dreams. With visions of dark-haired, green-eyed babies.

  The reality was that Nick had tossed her aside like yesterday’s underwear. Had gotten bored and moved on. Michael told her flat out he hadn’t had a serious relationship in ten years. The truth was, in the end, when this was all over, he was leaving town. Going back to his life. Leaving her behind.

  “Do you trust me?” Michael’s voice came low and husky in her ear.

  The immense feel of him behind her scattered her brain, but she managed a bare nod. “Yes.”

  He looked up at the woman behind the counter. “I’m thinking something a little less … traditional.”

  His heat left her back as he stepped away from her. He took her hand instead, threading their fingers, and pulled her with him as he moved down the counter. Three display cases away, he stoppe
d again and tapped the glass with his index finger. “I’m thinking something more like this.”

  “An excellent choice, Mr. Brant.” The woman smiled and reached into the display case to pull out a beautiful emerald ring. It was set in white gold, a single cushion-cut solitaire surrounded by diamonds. Simple but stunning.

  He took the ring and turned to her, slipping it onto her finger. Something electric zipped between them. His gaze lifted to hers. His dark eyes smoldered but held a hint of something that made her hands tremble. Something entirely too real.

  This charade was taking its toll on her sanity, because if she were honest with herself, she knew what she wanted to see in those eyes. She was already in way over her head. Halfway to falling in love with him. Looking into those eyes, she couldn’t think of one good reason why that was such a bad thing.

  She glanced at the ring, unable to keep from shaking. “It’s beautiful.”

  “It matches her eyes.” The consultant flashed the kind of delighted smile that told Cat she never got bored helping couples choose the perfect engagement ring, even though she must have done so hundreds of times.

  Michael smiled as well, a knowing, satisfied look in his eyes. “Exactly.”

  He had her try on several others, but in the end, they went with the emerald ring.

  They stood on the sidewalk outside her father’s shop an hour later. Awkwardness rolled between them. Michael stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets, and Cat fiddled with the hem of her T-shirt. Neither said anything for a long moment.

  Getting the ring had been meant only to set the stage, to make it more believable when they told their families. The act of choosing, though, shifted the air between them. Intensity glimmered back at her from the depths of his eyes, as if he dared her to see the emotion, to deny its existence. Or couldn’t quite deny it himself. One that told her very clearly she hadn’t been alone in her thoughts inside that store. He’d noticed it too, the pull of intimacy between them.