by Lori Foster
“Yeah, honey, you did.”
Under her breath, she grumbled, “Well, how’s a woman to know what you’re thinkin’?”
“Usually if I talked to a woman, she’d chat back, flirt a little, open the door to more. But you were always all business and I guess I didn’t want to get shot down.”
“I wouldn’t have,” she said gently. “And I hesitated to be bolder with you for the same reason. You’re Buckhorn’s most wanted bachelor, and I’m just—”
“Amazing.” Pausing in the hallway, he kissed her. “Wonderful.” Another kiss. “And mine.”
Leaning into him, she sighed. “Yes.” Then she shook her head and laughed. “Yes to being yours. I don’t know about the rest.”
“You can take my word on it.” So much time they’d wasted. Sometimes his cousin was a genius—not that he’d ever admit it to her. “Amber also told me you were a little wild,” he teased.
“Wild?” Face hotter now, Issy didn’t hesitate when he led her into an empty bedroom and closed the door. “That’s ridiculous.”
Not really. He had no idea how Amber had known, but when it came to sex—or at least, sex with him—Isabella was open, free, and totally uninhibited.
In other words, perfect.
But then, she was pretty much perfect in everything she did, whether it was running a middle school library, caring for kids in need, charming the masses, or making him insane with lust. “I assume Amber told me that to get me intrigued. Thing is, I was always intrigued. You need to know that.”
Sitting on the side of the bed, Issy released a wiggling Cupid who wanted to sniff the room. Without the cat to hold, she laced her fingers together. “You hid it well.”
“No, honey, you’re just not great at picking up the signals. Too many times, I was all but panting for you.”
“No,” she said with fascinated disbelief.
Adam had no problem reassuring her. “Yup. But now that we’re together, it doesn’t matter.”
“Because you love me?” She said it as if she couldn’t quite bend her brain around it.
That was his fault. In trying to prove a point with Amber, he’d left Isabella uncertain.
“How could I not?” he asked. “Everything about you has always drawn me, but with my cousin putting her nose into things, we’ve now been able to talk in a more...” He fumbled for the right word.
“Intimate way?”
“Yes.” He grinned, thinking of all the ways they’d been intimate. “That.” Sitting beside her, Adam took her worried hands and held them. “Not for a second do I want you to think Amber talked me into anything. I’ve always wanted you, Issy, always liked you and been drawn to you. If you’d opened up more a year ago, we’d probably be married by now.”
Her eyes went round.
It wasn’t a quite a proposal, but more like a declaration of intent.
“We have time,” he told her. “Time to do everything you want, time for me to show you how much I care, time to just enjoy being together before we start rushing into new plans.” He didn’t want her to feel pressured.
Cupid wound around their legs, leaving her long tail out until she’d formed a furry shackle.
Carefully, so he wouldn’t spook her, Adam scooped her up and into Issy’s lap. “What do you say we start by getting engaged? That way everyone will know you’re not available. We can take our time figuring out everything else.”
She didn’t even blink. “I’d like that.”
Smiling, he said, “We can pick out rings whenever you want.”
Nodding hard, she gasped, “Okay.”
Adam had to kiss her, so he did. As usual, she tasted so good, stirred him on so many levels, that he got carried away. Things might have gotten inappropriate, given they were in his uncle’s house, except that Cupid’s tail hit him in the chin, reminding him of the here and now.
He leaned away with a grin. “I want everyone to know you’re taken.”
Staring at his mouth, she whispered, “Long as they know you’re taken, too.”
“I’ll be telling it to everyone who’ll listen.” And definitely to anyone male who came sniffing around Issy.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Adam cupped her face, his heart full. “I love you, too.”
A tap sounded at the door, and Amber gave a loud, “Ahem.”
Adam groaned. “What now?”
“Everyone’s gathered to eat if you two want to make any—hint, hint—announcements.”
Adam stood and opened the door. “It’s uncanny how you do that.”
Beaming, she bragged, “I have my skills.”
Issy appeared at his side, leaning into him while holding Cupid. “Do your skills include ropin’ in Noel Poet?”
Amber frowned. “I’m working on it.”
From behind her, Noel said, “Good to know.”
Aghast, Amber went still, then red in the face before slowly pivoting to face Noel. “It’s rude to sneak up on people.”
“That’s never stopped you.”
Adam enjoyed seeing his cousin in the hot seat for once.
Issy broke the growing tension with a happy laugh. “Neither of you are showin’ Amber the appreciation she deserves.” Issy smiled up at him. “Adam and I are gettin’ engaged, and I couldn’t be happier!”
“And before your head gets any bigger,” Adam said to Amber, “you only played the smallest of roles in it.”
“Small, but integral,” Amber countered, grabbing them both for hugs. “Now let’s go make that announcement!”
Noel caught her arm before she could take a single step away. “Since you already know what’s going on, you don’t need to be there.” Ignoring her protests, he urged her into the room they’d just vacated, and right before he closed the door, he said to Adam, “Congrats to you both.”
Surprised, Adam stared at the closed door, and slowly smiled.
“She deserves to be happy,” Issy whispered.
They both heard Amber say, “Now wait just a—” Then her voice faded into a soft hum.
“She does,” Adam agreed. “I’d say Noel has her well on her way.” Putting a hand to the small of Issy’s back, he led her out front. The sooner everyone knew Isabella’s changed circumstances, the sooner he could relax.
And then they could get started on their future.
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Don’t Tempt Me
by Lori Foster
HONOR BROWN WASN’T USED to eating with three men. It astounded her how fast the pizza got devoured. But then, she’d pretty much inhaled her own slice, too. Working up a hunger through unpacking all her belongings, it seemed, overshadowed other concerns—like feeling self-conscious and knowing she was an intruder despite her new neighbors’ efforts to put her at ease.
They all chatted easily, except for Jason who seemed introspective. He’d gone from staring to teasing, to warning, and now quiet.
At first she’d worried that she might have offended him. But how? Not by asking that he wear a shirt, because that was a request he’d ignored.
The man was still half naked.
And it couldn’t have been from accepting his help unloading her furniture, because he was the one who’d bullied his way in and insisted on...being wonderful.
She rubbed at her temples. When she’d imagined neighbors, she’d never imagined any like these.
“You okay?” Jason’s nephew Colt asked.
A fast smile, meant to reassure the teen, only amplified the headache. “Yes. Just a little tired.”
“She works too much.” Lexie shoulder-bumped her. “I’ve tried to get her to play a little, too, but she’s the original party pooper.”
Lexie, at least, seemed right at home. But then she always did. Confident, beautiful and fun—that described her best friend.
They were polar opposites.
As if she’d known the guys forever, Lexie had heckled Hogan, teased Colt and praised Jason. Repeatedly she put her head back and drew in deep breaths, closing her eyes as she did so. Honor understood that. It was like being in a park with the scents of freshly mowed lawn, earth, flowers and trees all around them. Jason’s backyard was a half acre, same as hers. But while hers was nearly impassable with weeds, his was park perfect.
A gigantic elm kept them shaded, and with the help of an occasional gentle breeze, the summer day became more comfortable. Honor glanced around at the neatly mulched flower beds, the velvet green grass and the well-maintained outdoor furniture. His garage was spectacular, matching his house. Every so often she caught the faint scent of oil, gasoline and sawdust.
She also smelled sun-warmed, hard-working male. Not at all unpleasant.
“Where do you work?” Colt asked.
“She’s a stylist,” Lexie offered. With a nod at Jason, she said, “Honor could do all sorts of amazing things with your hair.”
Honor choked on her last sip of Coke.
Unaffected, Jason ran a hand through the dark waves. “I have a barber, but don’t make it there as often as I should.”
“He’s always working,” Colt said. “He’s usually out there in the garage before Dad and I even get out of bed.”
“Good thing messy looks so sexy on him, then, huh?”
Colt laughed. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Lexie half turned to face the garage. “You guys have a lot of vehicles.”
“The blue truck is mine,” Colt told her. “Dad drives the motorcycle. Or when it rains, he takes the Escort. Uncle Jason has his own truck, the red newer one, and the gray SUV. The flatbed truck he uses for deliveries.”
Wow, so many vehicles. Honor glanced over and saw that the two-story garage also housed a fishing boat on a trailer, and another, older truck parked front and center.
“Who drives that one?” Lexie asked.
With something close to hero-worship, Colt said, “Uncle Jason was hired to work on it.”
“Hired?”
“Yeah, that’s what he does. He fixes things. He’s really good, too. All these old houses? They’re always needing something repaired and usually Uncle Jason can do it. Everyone around Clearbrook hires him for stuff.”
“Sounds like it keeps him busy.”
Colt snorted. “Yeah, sometimes too busy.”
“I don’t mind.” Jason’s gaze cut to Honor and his voice deepened. “I enjoy working with my hands.”
Honor felt like he’d just stroked her. She caught her breath, shifted in her seat and tried to think of something to say.
Clearly tickled, Lexie looked back and forth between them. “So you’re a handyman?”
Again, Colt bragged. “More like a contractor. He can build things from the ground up, including the plumbing and electrical. Or make stuff like custom gates or unique shutters, or repair just about anything.”
“Nice,” Lexie praised.
“He’s a jack-of-all-trades.” Hogan toasted Jason with his Coke. “Whatever’s broke, Jason can fix it.”
Jason gave him a long look. “Maybe not everything.”
“Right. Can’t fix big brothers, can you?”
Tipping his head slightly back, as if he’d taken that on the chin, Jason replied, “I only have one older brother, and far as I’m concerned, he’s not broken.”
Colt went silent, and God, Honor felt for him. Too many times she, too, had been caught up in the middle of squabbles.
“So with the truck,” Lexie said, interrupting the heavy tension, “are you doing engine or body work?”
Before Jason could answer, Hogan said, “Why are you so curious, anyway?”
Lexie leveled him with a direct stare. “I was making conversation.”
With a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan, Hogan sat forward. “We already covered that he can do anything.”
“Anything is a big word. I mean, can he get the stick out of your butt? Because seriously, you’re being a pill.”
“He does both,” Colt cut in, clearly anxious to keep things friendly. “Uncle Jason I mean. You asked about the truck?”
Lexie gave Colt a genuine smile. “So I did.”
“He does body and engine work. But this time Uncle Jason’s just tricking it out some.”
Honor watched the back and forth conversation, noting the indulgent way Jason looked at his nephew, while also feeling the growing tension from Hogan. But why?
The quiet smothered her, especially with the palpable acrimony now flowing between Hogan and Lexie. After clearing her throat, Honor asked, “Is that what we interrupted when we first got here? You were working on the truck?”
Jason shook his head. “Tractor.” He nodded toward the side of the garage. “The owner of the truck is making up his mind between two options I gave him. Today I was repairing the tractor, but it needs a part I won’t have until tomorrow. I’m at a standstill on both projects so you didn’t really interrupt. I was already done for the day.”
Hogan ran a hand over his face, popped his neck and finally worked up a smile. “He built the garage a few years back.”
“You helped,” Jason reminded him.
“By help, he means I followed directions. No idea where Jason got the knack because our dad wasn’t the handy sort. But if there’s an upside to us staying with him right now, it’s that he’s teaching Colt.”
“And Colt does appear to have the knack,” Jason added.
Both Honor and Lexie looked at the garage with new eyes. Wow. Just...wow.
“It’s unlike any garage I’ve ever seen.”
“You should see the shed he did for Sullivan,” Colt bragged. “And the gazebo for Nathan.”
“Sullivan and Nathan?” Lexie perked up with interest.
“Other neighbors,” Honor said before Lexie could get started. She pushed to her feet while saying, “This was really wonderful. Thank you again, all of you.”
When she started to pick up their paper plates, Colt took over. “I got it.”
Unbelievable. She’d never known such a polite young man. “Are you sure?”
He grinned, looking like a younger version of his uncle. “Positive. It all just goes to the can.” He gathered up everything and walked off.
Honor turned to Hogan. “You did an amazing job with him.”
“Thanks. He’s always been an easy kid. Smart, friendly and self-motivated.”
Again, Honor wondered about Colt’s mother. Had she taken a hand in molding such an impressive young man?
Hogan said, “I need to take off now, too.”
“Big date?” The way Lexie asked that, it was clear to one and all she didn’t expect it to be.
“Actually,” Hogan said, “yes.”
In an effort to stem new hostilities, Honor stepped in front of her friend. “I hope we didn’t hold you up.”
“Nope. I have a few minutes yet.” His frown moved past Honor to Lexie. “Guess I need to go change, though.”
Laughing, Lexie asked, “Need fashion advice?”
His dark expression softened. “I think I’ve got it covered.”
She nodded while yawning. “I need to get going, too.”
“Gotta catch up on your beauty sleep?”
Honor almost groaned...until Lexie laughed again.
“Good one,” she said, and then she held up her palm, leaving Hogan no choice but to high-five her. To Jason, she teased, “The differences aren’t just in looks, I take it.”
Jason lifted a brow. “No, they aren’t.”
Without comment, Hogan headed off for the house.
“Well.” Honor watched everyone depart. Hogan went into the house from the back door. Lexie headed off to the rental truck. And Colt hadn’t returned from taking away their trash.