Dedication
To my family, who has always supported my desire to write—I love you.
Acknowledgments
I HAVE A long list of people in Oregon to thank. Diana and Larry Blair—I could not have written this book without you. Larry, your insights into the timber industry, and your introductions, were priceless. Diana, you’re hands down the best mother-in-law. Thank you for watching the kids while I wrote. I am also in debt to Terry Lamers of Lamers Forests Ltd. Thank you for the tour of your forest!
Monica and Dave Jelden, every time I talk to you, I’m inspired to write. Thank you for introducing the idea of biomass fuel. (I bet you never thought that conversation over wine one night would become part of my story!) Any mistakes are my own.
In many ways, my books are a team effort. Thank you to Jill Marsal at the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency for always pushing me to write better stories. Amanda Bergeron, you are amazing! Your editorial comments truly took this book to another level. The talented team at Avon—everyone who had a hand in launching this series—deserves a huge thank-you, and possibly a bottle of bubbly.
To my readers, I love your enthusiasm for my stories and I hope to see you on Facebook again soon!
Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Sara Jane Stone
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An Excerpt from Kiss Me, Captain by Gwen Jones
Copyright
About the Publisher
Chapter 1
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Katie Summers knew she had found trouble. Steering her station wagon to the shoulder, she glanced in the rearview mirror—and saw her passengers gnawing on the backseat. She wasn’t sure if she should be relieved they weren’t butting their horns against the car doors or alarmed that the inside of her station wagon would soon match the falling-apart exterior.
“Stop,” she said, her voice firm.
Two of the orphaned goats that she’d picked up while scouting locations for her friend Georgia’s bachelorette party ignored her. The third, the youngest of the bunch and the only girl, looked at her, and then back at her brothers, as if trying to decide who should have the final say. The big brothers won and the baby goat reached for the seat belt.
Outside the car, the thumping continued. Katie sighed. She’d blown a tire. Slowing the wagon to a stop, she cut the engine and climbed out to take a look. Standing with her hands on her hips, she surveyed the damage.
Shredded tire? Check.
Bent rim? Check.
She moved to the rear of the car and opened the trunk, silently cursing her fitted green sundress and strappy sandals. It was the perfect outfit for an early fall trip to visit vineyards and other potential venues in and around Independence Falls, but she’d rather have her cowboy boots and jeans for fixing her car.
“Don’t even think about trying to escape,” she said, staring down her four-legged passengers. Pulling the spare tire out of the truck, she quickly closed the rear door and set the spare beside her wagon. She’d forgotten the jack, dammit.
Returning to the trunk, she opened it and began searching through the extra horse gear and other random farm supplies she kept in the station wagon. The animals ignored her, preferring to destroy her car than try to escape.
“Where is it?” Her brothers always made sure she had a jack in her car. When it came to interfering with her life, overprotective was the tip of the iceberg when it came to her older siblings. And road safety? They drove and maintained a fleet of trucks for a living. They would never let her leave the house without a spare, a jack, and flares. Just in case.
She heard a loud rip and glanced up to see one of the boy goats holding a large chunk of her backseat.
“Stop that,” she said.
But the roar of a motorcycle drowned out her words and the sound of the goats tearing apart the wagon’s interior. She waited for it to pass her. But instead it slowed, then cut out altogether.
Everyone in Independence Falls knew her station wagon. Nine out of ten residents would stop to offer a hand. Most would probably worry what her brothers would do if they found out someone had driven past her.
But just in case this wasn’t a friendly face from her Oregon small town, Katie reached for the nearest heavy object—the jack, finally—and prepared to swing it at the person on the bike. Her brothers had taught her more than how to change a tire. If this guy made a wrong move, she’d make sure he regretted it.
One hand on the jack and the other pressed against the floor of the trunk, Katie glanced over her shoulder.
“No, no, no,” she murmured. “Not you.”
Wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans that casually hugged his muscular legs, Liam Trulane sat upright on his bike, his work boots resting on the ground. He pulled off his helmet, revealing his wavy brown hair. And just like that, her mind stumbled into the past.
“Come here, honey.” His deep brown eyes promised erotic adventure. He held out a hand, the muscles in his toned arms begging to be touched. “Now.”
Katie obeyed, swinging one leg over his thighs and settling onto his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his erection against her despite the layers of clothing. . .
Katie ground her teeth together, pushing the mental picture away. Maybe later, when she was alone, she would revisit the Liam Trulane highlight reel. But right now she’d be damned if this man saw even a hint of desire in her eyes.
She tolerated Liam Trulane. Mainly because his little sister, Georgia, had become Katie’s closest friend. But that’s where Katie drew the line. And she refused to let memories cloud her judgment. After what he’d done, the way he’d ended things between them, she deserved to hold tight to her anger.
Setting the helmet on the back of his bike, Liam reached for the zipper on his leather jacket, slowly drawing it down. But Katie didn’t need a glimpse beneath to confirm that he possessed a powerful upper body—one that made women across the Willamette Valley connect the word “logger” with “longing to touch.”
The tension in her jaw rippled through her body. At one point, she’d been one of those foolish girls. But not anymore. Now she connected this particular logger with one word. Betrayal.
Liam smiled as if he hadn’t cut apart her heart, shredded her trust, and then walked away. Maybe the years had dulled his memory. They had only sharpened hers.
“I thought this was your wagon.” He dismounted the bike in one fluid motion, resting it on the kickstand. “Breakdown?”
She stood, still
holding the jack. Her free hand smoothed her skirt. It figured that after all this time he’d catch her bent over with her dress riding up the backs of her legs. Judging from the way his gaze followed her hands, he was picturing all the ways he could use her short skirt to his advantage.
But Liam Trulane didn’t need to imagine.
Hands and knees pressing into the grass, her short skirt decorating her waist, her body waiting for his touch, needing it, craving it, silently hoping he would take charge as he’d done every other time. Following his commands, she could pretend this wasn’t new to her. . .
“Flat tire.” She punctuated her words with the slam of the trunk and moved to the side of the car. Kneeling down, she set up the jack.
“You’re not going to need that.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Liam’s tan boots standing beside her. “Planning to lift my wagon with your superpowers?”
“Honey, even I’m not that talented.”
No, you’re not. She wished she could say those words out loud—and mean them.
“Your spare is flat,” he added.
Abandoning the jack, Katie stood, dusting the roadside dirt off her knees, and looked at the tire she’d hauled from her trunk. Damn him, he was right. That tire wouldn’t make it the three miles to her family home.
“I have an extra helmet if you want a ride.”
She shook her head. There was no way she was getting on his motorcycle. The thought of his thighs nestled between hers, her chest against his back, and her arms wrapped around him, all while the motorcycle vibrated beneath them—it was hot, tempting, and downright impossible.
“No. If I show up on the back of your bike, my brothers will start throwing punches.” She turned to face Liam. He’d crossed his arms in front of his chest. Even with the leather jacket on, she could see the bulge of his biceps. He could probably land a few hits himself. But he wouldn’t. If it resembled the last fight she’d witnessed between her siblings and Liam, he’d take the hits. “And while that’s tempting—”
“You want your brothers to pick a fight?”
She shrugged. “Better than inviting you in for a beer and a game of pool.”
She’d dumped her last three boyfriends when they started spending more time hanging out with her brothers than with her. But this was Liam. The chances of her brothers shooting the shit with him were slim. As far as she knew, they hadn’t forgiven him. There wasn’t much she and her brothers agreed on these days. But when it came to their long-standing grudge against Liam Trulane? She knew her brothers were on her side.
“When they hear it was either a ride with me or standing on the side of the road in a cell phone dead zone, unable to call for help, I think they’ll offer me the beer.”
“My answer is still no. I can’t leave my goats.” She pointed to her backseat. “And they won’t fit on your bike.”
“Your what?” Hands dropped to his side as he peered into her wagon. “What the hell are you doing dressed up and driving around with livestock in your car?”
“I was looking at potential spots for Georgia’s bachelorette.”
Liam looked at her, eyebrows raised. “You’re throwing my little sister a party that involves goats?”
“They were at one of the venues. The owner was planning to take them to the slaughterhouse. Even the baby. So I bought them. And we are not having Georgia’s party there.”
He looked at her as if she’d exchanged her common sense for the animals currently eating her car. And she suspected her brothers’ reaction would match Liam’s what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you expression.
“Guess I’m walking you home.”
“No. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“I’m not letting you go alone, Katie.”
He turned and headed for his motorcycle. Her eyes narrowed and she debated picking up the flat spare and tossing it at him. He didn’t have the right to make that call.
“No,” she insisted. “I—”
“Will need help with your goats. You might be able to walk home, but what about that little one in your backseat?”
Common sense told her that as much as she hated to admit it, Liam was right. Leading three goats on a hike would be a challenge. Keeping the animals safe trumped the fact that she’d be forced to make the trek with him.
“I’ll park my bike beside your wagon,” he added, knowing he’d won. “You get your goats.”
She opened the truck and picked up two lead lines designed to hook into her horses’ halters. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shrug off his leather jacket, revealing arms toned to perfection from years of felling trees. Seven years had passed since she’d touched those muscles, and he’d only grown bigger and more imposing.
But she refused to let him cast a spell over her a second time. He wasn’t the only one who’d changed, gotten stronger. Except her strength was on the inside.
“You don’t have the walk the whole way. Once I get to the second turn, there is cell service. And it’s only three miles to home.”
“If you follow the road.” Liam nodded to the wooded area to their left. “Less if we cut through there.”
“No.” Katie hooked the lead line around the first goat’s neck. “We’ll get lost.”
“I know where I’m going, Katie.” His voice was strong and sure. But Liam never showed weakness, except . . .
“I’m going to come.”
His fingers covered hers, guiding her, showing her how to touch him.
“Now,” he added, and his hand fell away. He leaned back, every muscle in his body tensing. She watched in awe as his hips thrust up, demanding more from her.
“Faster,” he ordered. She obeyed, shifting her wide-eyed gaze to his face. Brown eyes open, he started back, allowing her to witness the way his climax swept over him, rendering him vulnerable, completely lost in pleasure.
In that moment, she thought he was handing over a piece of his heart. Believing he had, she gave him hers. She allowed him to take her further, teach her more. . .
Katie shut her eyes tight. It had all been an illusion. If Liam Trulane had granted her a part of himself in those moments, he’d stolen it back. And she hadn’t realized until it was too late.
Back then her world had narrowed day by day, with each kiss, until there was only Liam. She’d given him everything—her body, her love, and the ability to write her future. She’d drawn him away from his well-intentioned reasons for holding back, until they stood together in a place dominated by L-words.
At the time, she’d labeled it love. But after a month of needing, begging, and finally getting what she wanted, she’d learned in the worst possible way that it was nothing more than lust.
“Cutting through the woods will be faster than following the road,” he said, pulling her away from the memories that spoke to parts of her body still craving his attention, even now after all this time—after the way things ended.
Liam walked over and took the first goat’s lead, his hand brushing against hers. She pulled back as if he’d singed her skin.
His lips curled into a smile. “Trust me, Katie.”
Never again.
“If you get us lost in the woods,” she said, “this time I’ll be the one to tell my brothers about your supposed sins.”
Chapter 2
LIAM HAD A long list of transgressions—he hadn’t spent the past few years living like a monk—but Katie Summers topped them all. And those sins had been very real. There was a line he knew better than to cross, but he’d blown past it anyway in one wicked night he could never take back.
And the next day, when her brothers found out about them? Well, shit, he’d screwed that up too.
He studied the way her slim hips moved beneath her sundress. With her long, graceful limbs, she looked like a model. Not that he knew much about them, having spent
all of his thirty years living in rural Oregon. Though he’d bet they didn’t drag reluctant livestock through the woods in freaking sandals.
Despite the goats and the rugged surroundings, Katie Summers possessed a cover girl walk, in his humble opinion, and so much more. Her bright green eyes sparkled with a silent I-dare-you. That look had drawn him in years ago and he’d accepted the challenge.
“Do you need help?” she called over her shoulder. “The little one should follow her brothers.”
He tugged on the animal’s makeshift lead. “I’m coming.”
She raised an eyebrow, and something unreadable flashed in her eyes. He’d picked the wrong words, but with Katie he’d never been able to find the right ones.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Liam stepped through the brush, pulling the stubborn goat behind him into the clearing, with the baby trailing behind. Katie had charged ahead as if running from a wildfire. It helped that the goat on the end of her lead line was more compliant. And she didn’t have the smallest member of the four-legged family following behind her, voicing objections every thirty seconds like a child in the backseat screaming: Are we there yet?
Ten paces into the clearing, Katie stopped. Liam walked to her side. Telling himself he was checking to make sure she wasn’t scratched and bleeding from their hike through the overgrown forest, he examined her long, bare legs, allowing his gaze to drift north to where her short skirt met her slim thighs.
“Which way?” she demanded.
“Straight.” Liam looked up from her tantalizing limbs and pointed through the field, waiting for the moment that she recognized where they were. “You should know your way home from here. This place hasn’t changed much.”
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