by Lori Wilde
And since when wasn’t Leigh a virgin? He glanced at his sister, who was nodding and smiling at Megan as she went over the reasons why the city park needed new playground equipment.
He had to face facts. Their father had run off with a waitress when Leigh had been four. Their mother had died when Leigh had been eleven. She’d been raised by three older brothers who might have been strict with her but who did a fair amount of hell-raising on their own.
He should count his lucky stars that Leigh hadn’t made him an uncle already.
But for crying out loud. He was all for liberated women, but did they all have to liberate themselves in front of him at the same time?
He turned away from Leigh, but not before making a mental note to talk to her once more about safe sex and nice boys.
Behind him, Chase could actually feel Janet Defries staring at the back of his head. No doubt she was planning all the things she could do to him if she had plastic wrap and an economy jar of mayonnaise.
And then there was Megan. Frowning, he looked at her. She was carefully explaining how the city could build a large play castle like so many bigger cities had if they raised enough money and had enough volunteers.
Her talk was going well, as expected, but Chase could tell she was nervous. They’d been friends for so long, he recognized the signs.
He gave her an encouraging smile.
And the look she gave back scorched him. Good Lord. She was picturing him naked.
Before he could stop himself, before he could even think about how downright stupid it was, he found himself picturing Megan naked, too.
And really, really liking what he pictured. Sure, a few times over the years, he’d turned the idea of Megan over in his mind. After all, she was attractive in a sedate sort of way.
She had long ash-blond hair, pretty green eyes, and a slim body with just enough curves to keep a man interested. Sweet curves that would be soft to the touch, and silky to the taste and—
Whoa. What in the blazes was he doing? Megan Kendall was one of his best friends, not to mention a woman who actually believed in things like love and marriage. He blinked and mentally tossed a thick, woolen blanket over Megan’s naked body. That would be the end of that.
“I think Chase should co-chair the committee with Megan,” Leigh announced, bringing Chase’s attention back to the meeting going on around him.
He glared at Leigh. “What? I don’t have time to co-chair a committee.” He glanced at the city council, the mayor, and finally, at Megan. “Sorry. I’m too busy at the moment.”
“Everyone is busy,” Earl said. “But you make time for something as important as this.” The mayor leaned forward. “Don’t you want your children to have a nice park to play in someday, Chase?”
“I don’t have any children, Earl, and I don’t plan on having any.”
He looked at Megan, whose expression could only be called sad. Great. Just great. Now he’d disappointed her by saying he wouldn’t co-chair the committee. Well, at least he’d found a way to get her to stop picturing him naked.
“Hold on a minute here,” Leigh said. “It’s your turn to help, Chase Barrett. Trent’s the chief of police, so he does a lot for this town. And Nathan’s computer company supports practically everybody. I’ve volunteered at the senior center, and I’m coming back to town next fall to do my student teaching. It’s your turn to do something to help.”
A slow, steady throbbing sensation started somewhere in the back of Chase’s brain. Leave it to his sister to put him in an awkward position. “I don’t have the time right now, Leigh. I’ll be happy to make a donation, though.”
Megan’s expression softened. She forgave him. He knew she forgave him. Naturally, sweet Megan would understand.
Dang it. Now he felt lower than a rattlesnake’s rump.
“What would it involve?” he half groaned, wanting to do whatever it took to get out of this room and away from these women.
“It wouldn’t be much,” Megan told him. “Just help with the carnival and the auction. I’d only need a couple hours of your time for the next few weeks.”
Like he believed that. A carnival and an auction sounded like a lot of work. “Why do we have to have both?”
Leigh thwacked him on the arm. “Weren’t you listening? Megan explained that the carnival will bring in the people, then the auction will bring in the big money.”
Chase frowned at his sister. “Oh.”
“I’ll be willing to help on this committee if Chase is co-chair,” Janet said from over his shoulder.
The throbbing in the back of his head grew more intense as several other single women in the room also agreed to help on the committee, that is of course, “if he did, too.”
“See there, Chase, you’re a popular guy. Lots of folks want to help out if you join in,” Earl said. He glanced at the members of the city council. “I think this sounds like a great plan. Let’s take a vote.”
Chase wasn’t surprised the council agreed with the mayor. What wasn’t to like? Everyone was happy except for him.
“I never agreed to help,” he pointed out to Leigh after Megan gathered her things and headed back to sit down.
“Oh, let it go, Chase. You’re like a neutered hound dog, going on about something that’s long gone,” Leigh said.
A soft, sexy, feminine laugh floated around him, raising his body temperature. Who in the world... He turned, bumping right into Megan. The smile she gave him was so very unlike the Megan he’d known for years and years.
Her smile was pure seduction.
“Trust me, Chase is nothing like a neutered hound dog,” she said softly.
The water. Something was definitely wrong with the water in this town.
Excerpt: Handsome Boss
Some men should never wear a shirt, Emma Montgomery decided as she watched Nathan Barrett shoot baskets on the sports court behind his house. The man was poetry in motion—a Shakespearian sonnet, a love poem by Keats.
He spun toward her and her gaze skittered down his muscled chest again. Or maybe a really naughty limerick.
Yep, he was a handsome devil alright.
“You wait here,” Leigh Barrett said from the passenger seat of Emma’s compact car. “I need to talk to Nathan for a second.”
Now that didn’t sound good. Not good at all. Emma pulled her gaze away from Nathan and looked at his sister.
“You assured me that everything was set,” Emma pointed out Leigh bobbed her head, her short black hair brushing against her chin. “It is set, so stop worrying.”
Not in the least reassured, Emma asked, “Nathan knows I’m coming, right?”
Again, the head bob. “You bet.”
“And he agreed that I could have the technical writing job?”
“Yep, that, too.”
Still unable to shake the feeling that she’d stepped off the side of a mountain and was about to take one heck of a plunge, Emma pressed on. “And he did agree that I could use his garage apartment this summer, right?”
“Everything is fine.” Leigh shoved open the door to the car. “You’re such a worrier, Emma. No wonder you live on antacids. You need to relax. Take a few deep breaths. Find your center.”
“My what?”
“You know. The child within. Your feminine side.” With a grin, she added, “Feng shui yourself.”
Emma laughed and felt the tension level inside her slip down a notch or two. She should have known when push came to shove, Leigh wouldn’t let her down. She knew how much Emma needed this summer job.
“I promise to relax if you’re certain everything is fine.”
Leigh rolled her eyes. “Say it slowly with me: ‘Ev...er...y thi...ng is fi...ne.’”
Emma smiled. “Everything is fine.”
Leigh glanced at her brother, then back at Emma. “Very good. Now give me a head start. I just need to clarify one tiny detail with Nathan, then we can get you moved into the garage apartment.”
There was something in the way
Leigh said the words “one tiny detail” that made the feeling of dread rush right back into Emma’s stomach and settle down for a long stay. Something was rotten in Denmark, or rather in Honey, Texas. This small town might call itself the “sweetest town in Texas,” but right now, she had the distinct feeling that everything wasn’t “sweet.”
Emma didn’t want to ask. Not at all. Intuitively she knew she wasn’t going to like the answer. But she had to know, so squinting in an attempt to lessen the expected blow, she asked, “What detail do you need to clarify with Nathan?”
“Oh, nothing special,” Leigh said. “I just need to mention a few things.” She swung her legs out of the car, then said in a rush, “Like that you’re going to work for him at his software company for a few weeks while you live in the apartment over his garage. No biggee.”
Emma’s mouth dropped open, but before she could say a word, Leigh sprinted away from the car. No biggee? This was a really big biggee. Nathan Barrett knew absolutely nothing about her plans.
Good grief. Fumbling in her purse, Emma tugged out her roll of antacids and tossed a couple into her mouth. The familiar chalky taste brought her a tiny degree of comfort.
“You can do this,” she muttered, willing the butterflies—no make that condors--thrashing around in her stomach to chill. “You can handle this.”
Even though she only half believed herself, she climbed out of her car. Leigh was already on the basketball court, talking with her brother.
“Darn her,” Emma muttered, slamming her car door. She should have known better than to trust her summer plans to Leigh Barrett. Leigh was funny and full of life and great to be around, but she was also kooky, and crazy, and often unreliable.
The last character trait was the one Emma should have focused on when Leigh had brought up this idea about coming to Honey. She should have checked and double-checked these plans like a bride planning a flawless wedding.But she hadn’t questioned a thing.
“You coward,” she muttered to herself as she reached the outer comer of the sports court.
She hadn’t questioned Leigh simply because her friend had promised the solution to all her problems. Leigh had assured Emma that her brother needed a technical writer for a few weeks and that the pay would be great.
And when Emma had mentioned she’d need a place to stay, Leigh had had the answer to that one, too. Nathan had a nice apartment over his three-car garage.
What could be better? She’d be able to work on her dissertation in the evenings after she came home from Barrett Software. And she’d pick up some nice change to pay the never-ending college bills.
What a dummy. She might as well tattoo the word sap on her forehead. Just because she’d wanted this job to work out wasn’t an excuse not to check her facts before leaving Austin and driving to Honey with Leigh. Her super-organized father would be appalled that she hadn’t verified the plans.
At the moment, jobless and homeless, she was pretty appalled, too.
As she approached Leigh and her brother, she heard Leigh hastily explaining the situation while Nathan frowned. The man wasn’t pleased. That much was obvious. He glanced in Emma’s direction, then walked over and grabbed a T-shirt off a bench and pulled it on.
“It’s no big deal,” Leigh was saying as Emma drew even with them.
“It’s a very big deal,” Nathan shot back. He turned and looked at Emma. “Hello.”
Wow. Nathan was even better looking close up. Every female hormone in Emma’s body sat up and took notice, and for the briefest of moments, Emma forgot her jobless/homeless problem and simply enjoyed looking at him.
“Nathan, this is my friend, Emma Montgomery,” Leigh said. “Emma, this is Nathan, who will help me out, or I’ll tell all of his secrets.”
Nathan glanced at his sister. “What secrets? I don’t have any secrets.”
Leigh snorted, an unladylike sound that oddly fit her personality. “Oh, please, sell it to someone who’s never met you. I know all the good things. Like that you cried for an hour the first time a girl kissed you—”
Nathan frowned. “I was six.”
“Or the time when you had a crush on Lindsey Franklin, so you kept calling her up, but when she’d answer, you’d hang up—”
“I was eleven.”
Leigh put her hands on her hips and said, “Best of all, how about the time in high school when MaryLou Delacourte’s parents thought she was at a slumber party when actually she was with you, and you two were—”
“Stop.” Nathan tipped his head and looked at Emma, humor gleaming in his amazing blue eyes. Despite being annoyed at his sister, there was a healthy dose of brotherly love obvious in his treatment of Leigh. He might not be happy with what she’d done, but he was being an exceptionally good sport about it. “Do you have any objections to being a material witness to a crime?”
Emma laughed. “Under the circumstances, I completely understand.”
“Ha, ha. Like you’d ever do anything to me.” Leigh leaned up and gave her brother a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek. “Jeez, you’re sweaty.”
“I was shooting hoops and not expecting company,” he said. His gaze returned to Emma “Sorry.”
“I’m the one who’s sorry. I had no idea this wasn’t arranged.” She frowned at Leigh. “I was under the impression you knew all about the plans. I guess I should head on back to Austin.”
“Nathan Eric Barrett, how rude can you be?’ Leigh scolded. “Look what you did.”
“What I did? I haven’t done anything to anyone,” he said calmly. “Go inside, Leigh. I want I talk to Emma alone.”
“But if I’m not here—”
“Go inside,” Nathan repeated.
Finally, muttering and fussing the whole way, Leigh headed across the sports court and disappeared inside the large, brick house.
Left alone with Nathan, Emma tried to keep her gaze firmly tacked on his face. Boy-oh-boy, it wasn’t easy. His T-shirt hugged his muscles, but since she hated it when men talked to her chest, she imagined Nathan would hate it if she had a conversation with his pecs.
“So, if I’m following this, Leigh told you I had a job opening for a technical writer at Barrett Software,” Nathan said.
Emma nodded, hoping against hope that at least a little bit of Leigh’s story had been true. She crossed her fingers. “Do you?”
His expression was kind. “I’m sorry, no.”
“Oh.” She swallowed past the nervous lump in her throat and struggled to maintain control. Breathe, Emma. Breathe.
She fumbled in her pocket, searching for her antacids, then remembered they were in her purse. That was okay. She could handle this. Sure, there weren’t a lot of really great jobs lying around that would only last the summer. And sure, she’d been counting on this job to help pay off some bills. But she could manage. She hadn’t made it all the way to the doctoral program at the University of Texas without becoming a pro at dealing with problems. This was only a setback. A big setback, granted, but one she could handle.
“I see,” she managed to say when Nathan continued to give her a sympathetic look.
“I understand that Leigh also promised you could live in the apartment above my garage.” This time, it was a statement, not a question.
The feeling of dread she’d been experiencing now took on monumental proportions. “Let me guess, you don’t have an apartment over your garage, either.”
“Yes, I do.”
She nodded. “Of course you—you do?” Blinking, she tried to decide what that meant. Could this possibly be a tiny streak of good luck struggling to shine through the dark cloud?
“Yes, but it’s my storage room, filled with old junk. Not really suitable to live in at the moment” Ah, heck. Emma blew out an exasperated breath. Great. Just great No job. No place to live. Talk about with friends like Leigh, who needed enemies.
“Well, that’s that. I guess I’d better go. Thank you for your time,” she said.
Nathan grinned. “You give u
p too easily.” He tossed her the basketball, which she just managed to catch. “Do you play?”
She looked at the ball in her hands. “What?”
“Sink it.”
With a shrug, she turned, assessed her shot and neatly sunk the ball. When she turned back to look at Nathan, he nodded.
“Nice shot.”
“I played in high school,” she told him. “Look, why don’t I say goodbye to Leigh and head back—”
“Wait” Nathan wandered over and picked up the basketball. He dribbled it as he came back over to stand next to her. She tried, really she did, to keep from staring at him, but how much was a woman supposed to resist? The man was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and despite the disappointment flooding through her at the moment, she wasn’t dead.
“Do you know why I sent Leigh inside?” he asked, a roguish gleam in his eyes.
Emma considered the possibilities, finally settling on the most obvious. “Because you were afraid you’d do something terrible to her if you didn’t?”
He chuckled, the sound warm and rich and electrifying as it danced across Emma’s skin. This man was like fudge ripple ice cream. Much, much too tempting.
“I sent Leigh inside so she could sweat for a little while. Even without looking, I know she’s watching us through the kitchen window, wondering what we’re talking about.”
Emma glanced toward the house and caught a glimpse of Leigh peering through the window before she disappeared. “You’re right. She’s there.”
Nathan smiled. “I know. See she’s about ninety-nine percent sure I’ll save her. I always have in the past. But there’s that one percent of uncertainty, the tiniest fragment of doubt, that’s making her climb the walls. I figure the least I can do is make her squirm for a few minutes before I save her.”
Emma snagged onto what he’d said. He’d save Leigh? Did that mean she would get a job and a place to stay after all? Was it too soon to yell yahoo and dance around with joy?
She studied Nathan and tried not to let her optimism run away with her, but she couldn’t help asking, “Are you saying you do have a job?”
“A couple. Neither of them is for a technical writer, though.” His gaze skimmed her casual outfit of jean shorts and a green T-shirt, then nodded to-ward the basketball. “Want to try to make that shot again?”