by Lori Foster
“I’ll get her for you. Make yourself at home.”
It felt exceedingly odd for Jason to say such a thing. It had never been necessary before.
Brenda flew into the room, her eyes alight with expectation. “Carlie! I’m so glad to see you!”
Carlie ducked out of reach. “No hugging, Bren. I’m dangerously close to coming unglued here, and any excess of kind consideration will definitely put me over the edge.”
Brenda blinked. “What are you talking about?”
Carlie had been calm enough until that moment. The simple truth was, she still suffered a few qualms over her own appeal. She was unbelievably apprehensive about confronting Tyler, no matter how she tried to deny it. Her lips started to quiver. She felt like a fool, but she couldn’t stop it. She clasped her hands, opened her mouth to calmly and intelligently explain, then broke into tears. “I love him!”
Brenda smiled. “Oh, Carlie.”
Despite Carlie’s objections, Brenda pulled her into a fierce hug. “I think that’s wonderful.”
“I don’t know, Bren.” She sniffed, then swiped the tears from her cheeks. “I hurt him. I’ve never hurt anyone in my life. I can’t stand it.”
“Have you told him?”
Carlie shook her head. “I can’t just go up to him and say, ‘Well, guess what? I do love you, after all.’ I’ve been so terrible.”
“No, you haven’t. And Tyler will understand.”
Carlie raised her chin. Enough was enough. She’d had her little show of vulnerability. “I sincerely hope you’re right. Because I do love him. In fact, I’m crazy about him. But he’s never actually said he loved me. He asked me to marry him, and he makes no bones about wanting me...that way. But he’s never actually mentioned the word love.”
Jason stepped into the room. “Gossiping about my brother again?”
Brenda turned and nearly snapped his head off. “We weren’t gossiping! I was going to convince Carlie that Tyler loves her.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Of course he does. Why do you think he’s been so impossible lately?”
“Don’t tell me,” Brenda demanded. “Tell Carlie.”
Jason walked over to Carlie. “Tyler loves you. Now, what are you going to do about it?”
Carlie bit her bottom lip. Tyler had tried to tell her the depth of his feelings right before he left her house the last time. But she hadn’t responded. At all. It made her ache to imagine how he must have felt. How could she tell him how scared she had been, that she’d been petrified at the idea of accepting too much happiness because it left her vulnerable?
Just as vulnerable as he must have felt when she’d failed to accept his proposal.
Suddenly, she realized what she had to do. “I have to make it up to him. I need to show him how much I care.”
“Just tell him,” Jason suggested.
But Carlie shook her head. “I have a plan. But I’ll need your help.”
“Oh, no.” Jason put a hand to his head, looking ready to expire. “You’re starting to sound just like my wife.”
Brenda laughed. “Go ahead, Carlie, I’m listening. You know I dearly love a good plan.”
Jason sat, and the women looked at him pointedly. “I’m not budging. You two are plotting something against my poor brother, and I need to be here to look after his interests.”
“Well, all right.” Carlie leaned forward, and Jason and Brenda followed suit. “Here’s want I want to do.”
* * *
Tyler stared at Jason, dressed in an elegant suit and obviously preparing to leave the house. “I thought you wanted me to help you with some work around here today.”
Jason smacked his palm to his forehead theatrically. “Oh, boy. I forgot, Tyler. Bren made plans for us to go out tonight. Do you mind?”
“Well, no.” Actually, Tyler had been looking forward to working with his brother. He needed some physical labor to drain him, to weary his mind enough to drive out thoughts of other things. He only hoped his disappointment didn’t show.
Shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, Tyler stepped around Jason. He didn’t want to return to his apartment. The mere thought was enough to make him shudder. Lately, all he could do was think of Carlie. Oh, how the mighty did fall. Flat on their faces.
And it still hurt, dammit.
Moving away was a desperate decision. He couldn’t be so close to Carlie, knowing she was only minutes away, and constantly be reminded of how he had failed, both her and himself. He needed to get on with his life, but no one had ever told him how to do that.
Jason interrupted his thoughts, slapping him on the shoulder. “I have a favor to ask. If you don’t have anything else pressing to do, could you go ahead and get started on a few things for me? You know how I’m already rushed for time, especially now that I’ve started helping with the after-school basketball program.”
Tyler winced. “How are they? The kids, I mean. Little Lucy is doing all right?”
“They’re all the same.” Jason’s answer was deliberately vague. “A few of the parents asked me to extend their thanks for your help. It was great of you to figure out a way for them to earn extra money. I hadn’t realized you were doing so much.”
Tyler frowned, uncomfortable with the praise, but Jason didn’t give him time to argue. “I made a list of a few jobs that had to be done.”
Tyler forced a smile. “I wouldn’t mind helping out. I don’t have anything else to do today, anyway.”
Jason almost grinned. “You’re sure? I’d really appreciate it.”
“No problem. What’s first on the list?”
Jason produced a folded piece of paper and stuck it into the front breast pocket of Tyler’s flannel shirt. “I gotta run. Do me a favor first, though, will you? Carlie called the other day and said she left something in the pool house. I don’t remember what. Go down and check it out, will you? Look around and see if you find anything.”
Tyler didn’t move a single muscle. “She’s not stopping by here, is she?” He knew he sounded panicked, but to be alone with Carlie would nearly kill him. He couldn’t trust himself not to act like an ass again.
Jason waved away his concern. “You don’t have to worry about her dropping in.” He turned away quickly. “I really do appreciate this, Tyler. Bren and I won’t be home till late, so help yourself to anything you need, and...” Jason grinned suddenly. “Relax, will you? Things are never as bad as they seem.”
Tyler had no answer for that. Things seemed pretty damned bad to him.
Despite himself, he was anxious to see what Carlie had left in the pool house. Her mask? Some small part of that alluring harem costume? Maybe he’d find it and keep it. As a memento. What could she say? Not a thing.
He waited till he heard Jason’s car drive away, then went out the back, heading for the pool house. It seemed so achingly familiar, each step he took on the flagstone walk brought the memories closer. But instead of soft party lights to guide his way, the sun was shining brightly. The breeze chilled him, and he hunkered his shoulders forward, his head down.
The pool house door was slightly ajar, but Tyler paid no attention to that small detail. He was too overcome with memories. Odd, but knowing now that it had been Carlie, not another woman, only enhanced the memory, made it more erotic and more tantalizing.
Heat washed over him in waves as he closed the door behind him, but it wasn’t from the warmth of the room. Just looking around caused his body to react, and when he spotted the couch, his thighs clenched and his stomach tightened.
“Tyler?”
He froze. He couldn’t possibly be dreaming, not so vividly, not with such stark reality. He turned slowly, and felt his breath catch in his throat.
She was almost exactly as he remembered, hovering in the corner, her back to the wall. But there was no wig, and somehow he knew the mask was for effect, not concealment.
Tyler stared, his eyes so hot he could barely see. There were no shadows today. Each and every lamp had
been turned on. Carlie’s hair, appearing more blond than brown in the bright light, hung loose about her shoulders. It was in gentle waves, sexy and shimmering and tempting him to touch it. Her hazel eyes, brightly lit with anticipation and anxiety, stared at him, direct and unblinking.
Very slowly, not daring to breathe, he walked toward her. Reaching out, his fingers touched the mask. “May I remove it?”
Her smile quavered, dimpling her cheeks, but then vanished quickly. It was a nervous reaction, he knew, and his love for her doubled.
“If you like.” Carlie held his eyes, her breathing suspended, her heart pounding erratically. She loved him so much. “Whatever you like, Tyler.”
“I like you.” He slipped the mask from her face, gently laying it aside. Cupping her cheeks, he smiled at her. “Do you realize how rare and special that is, Carlie? I like everything about you. I like being with you, I like looking at you, I like talking with you.”
He kissed her lightly, fleetingly, on her trembling lips. “I’ll never grow bored of you or try to change you.”
Carlie rubbed her cheek against his palm. “Except my clothes?”
It was an attempt at humor, but Tyler didn’t laugh. “You can wear any damned thing you like. I don’t care.”
Her eyes welled with tears, and she had to fight to keep from pressing herself against him. But they had to talk. She had to make him understand. Drawing a deep breath, she looked up at him. “I want to make you happy, Tyler. I...I love you.”
He closed his eyes, then hugged her tight. “I love you, too, Carlie. So damned much.”
Her smile was tremulous. “It’s a little scary, isn’t it?”
“No!” He held her away from him, his expression fierce. “Losing you is scary. Loving you is easy, and unbelievably exciting.” Then he smiled, his hand dropping to finger the edge of her skimpy bodice. “Much like this costume of yours.”
Very seriously, without any hesitation, Carlie whispered, “I want to be whatever you want me to be.”
“I want you to be yourself.” He pressed his face into her shoulder, inhaling her soft, feminine scent. “You’re a beautiful woman, Carlie. And so special. Just be yourself for me, honey. Stop hiding.”
She almost laughed out loud, she felt so relieved. Teasing Tyler with a smile, she asked, “Did Jason tell you what I lost here?”
He looked struck, having all but forgotten about his brother. He grinned. “No. What did you lose?”
She ducked her head. “I lost my heart.”
“No.” He tipped her chin up. “It’s not lost. I have it, and I’m not giving it back.”
Carlie started to say something more, but Tyler touched his fingers to her lips. “Did you wear this costume only to torment me, or do you plan on making my fantasies come true?”
“A little of both.” She almost made it out of reach before Tyler grabbed her and held her close.
A long kiss followed, and Carlie was finally able to hug herself to him. It felt so right, so perfect. Paper rattled when she leaned into his chest, and Tyler pulled away. With a suspicious look, he tugged out the note Jason had given him. Keeping Carlie close, he read the message aloud. “Women have fantasies, too, or so Bren insists. There’s a large paper bag behind the couch. Have fun, kids.”
Carlie laughed, then squirmed from his grasp to retrieve the bag. She looked inside, then grinning, she tossed the bag to Tyler. “Here you go.”
He caught it automatically. “What is it?”
“Your pirate costume.” She bobbed her eyebrows comically. “Remind me to thank your brother.”
Tyler grinned wickedly as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not a man you can trifle with, sweetheart. If you want to play games, you’re going to have to promise to marry me.”
Carlie watched him remove his shirt, her gaze rapt. “I’ll marry you, I’ll choose a whole new wardrobe, I’ll even get rid of my glasses. But you have to promise me something, too.”
He unsnapped his jeans, then slowly shoved them down his hips. “What’s that?”
“You can never stop being outrageous.”
He laughed, sounding smug. “Told you you’d like it.”
Carlie walked into his arms, feeling loved and in love. Happy. She didn’t stop until Tyler was holding her close again. “Indeed I do, Tyler. Indeed I do.”
* * * * *
Outrageous
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter One
SHE HAD THE biggest brown eyes Judd had ever seen.
She also looked innocent as hell, despite the ridiculous clothes she wore and the huge, frayed canvas tote bag she carried. Did she actually think she blended in, just because her coat was tattered and her hat was a little ratty? Did she think anyone would ever believe her to be homeless? Not likely.
So what was she doing here at this time of night? The lower east side of Springfield was no place for a lady like her. She strolled past him again, this time more slowly, and her eyes were so wide it looked as if they could take in her surroundings in a single glance. They took in Judd.
He felt a thrill of awareness, sharper than anything he’d ever felt before. She looked away, but not before he detected the faint pink blush that washed over her fine features. That blush had been obvious even in the dim evening light, with only the moon and corner street lamp for illumination. She had flawless skin.
Dammit. He had enough to worry about without some damn Miss Priss with manicured nails and salon-styled hair trying to fob herself off as a local. Judd had only stepped outside the bar to get a breath of fresh air. The smell of perfume inside was overwhelming, and enough to turn his stomach.
He could hear the music in the bar grow louder and knew the dancers were coming onstage. In less than ten minutes, he’d have to go back in there, baring himself in the line of duty.
Damn. He hated this cover. What decent, hardworking cop should have to peel off his clothes for a bunch of sex-starved, groping women? For nearly two weeks now he’d been entertaining the female masses with the sight of his body, hoping to uncover enough evidence to make a bust. He was now, at thirty-two, in his prime, more fit than ever and completely alone. Not only did he meet the necessary requirements to pull off such a ludicrous cover, he had a vested, very personal interest this time. He knew for a fact the room above the bar was the site for shady business meetings, yet he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of a gun deal. Clayton Donner was lying low.
It was discouraging, but he wasn’t giving up.
He was definitely going to get Donner, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed displaying himself nightly.
Each of the strippers had a gimmick. He thought his was rather ironic. He played out the tough street cop, complete with black pants held together with strategically placed Velcro. They came off with only the smallest tug. He even had Max’s original leather jacket—a prized possession, to be sure—to add to his authenticity. The women loved it.
He wondered if old Max had known how sexy the cop persona was to females. Or if he would have cared.
God, he couldn’t think about Max and still do his job, which was to appear unscrupulous enough that Donner would think him available. Clayton always needed new pigeons to run his scams. Judd intended to be the next. It was the only way he could get close enough to make a clean bust.
And the last thing he needed now was a distraction with big brown eyes. Despite his resolve, his gaze wandered back to the woman. She was loitering on the corner beneath the street lamp, holding that large, lumpy bag to her chest and trying to fit in. Judd snorted. That old coat was buttoned so high she was damn near strangling herself. What the hell was she doing here?
He’d just about convinced himself not to care, not to get
involved, when three young men seemed to notice her. Judd watched as they approached her. She started to back away, then evidently changed her mind. She nodded a greeting, but it was a wimpy effort. Hell, the men looked determined to get to know her, without any encouragement on her part. She, on the other hand, looked ready to faint.
Walk away, he thought, willing the woman to move. But she stood her ground. He sensed, then he knew for certain, she was getting in over her head. His body was already tensing, his eyes narrowed, waiting for the trouble to start. They seemed to be talking, or, more to the point, she was trying to speak to them. She gestured with her hands, her expression earnest. Then one of the men grabbed her and she let loose a startled screech. In the next instant, those huge brown eyes of hers turned his way, demanding that he help her.
The little twit thought he was a regular street cop. At this rate she’d blow his cover.
Well, hell, he couldn’t allow her to be manhandled. He pushed himself away from the doorway and started forward. The men were obviously drunk. One of them was doing his best to pull her close, but she kept sidestepping him. Judd approached them all with a casual air.
“Here now, boys.” He kept his tone low and deep, deliberately commanding. “Why don’t you leave the lady alone.”
Judd could see her trembling, could see the paleness of her face in the yellow light of the street lamp. The man didn’t release her; if anything, he tightened his grip. “Go to hell.”
The words were slurred, and Judd wondered just how drunk they were. They might believe him to be a cop, but in this neighborhood, being a law enforcement officer carried very little clout and regularly drew vicious disdain. Damn.
He couldn’t get into a brawl—he might literally lose his pants. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy knocking some heads together, but still.... Where was a real uniformed cop when you needed one?
He turned his gaze on the woman. “Do you want their company?”
She swallowed, her throat working convulsively. “No.”
One of the men shook his fist in Judd’s face, stumbling drunkenly as he did so. “She’s already made a deal with us.” The man grinned stupidly at the woman, then added, “You can’t expect a little thing like her to run around here without a weapon to protect herself...”