by Lori Foster
Where was he?
She decided to make two trips, taking Louie over first so he wouldn’t get the dogs riled, and then coming back for all the other stuff. She was loaded down and crossing the yard when a vehicle pulled in.
She paused to look, and Amber hopped out of her big truck, Rookie with her.
“Amber?” Nadine stood there until Amber spotted her. Rookie ran over first to greet her.
“Hey there,” Amber said, already reaching for half of Nadine’s load. “Everything is fine, but Shohn’s held up at the park.”
Bummer. “For how long?”
“Right now he doesn’t know. Could be all night.” She looked from Nadine’s house to the office. “Where is this stuff going?”
“My house.” She started that way. “So what happened? Is anyone hurt?”
Amber shook her head. “Some idiot got lost. A group of guys were drinking too much and they got into an argument and one of the knuckleheads wandered off. Now they can’t find him.”
“It’ll be getting dark soon.” She peered in through the screen, didn’t see Louie anywhere, so she held it open with her shoulder while Amber went in first, followed by Rookie.
“I know. I hate when stuff like this happens.” She lifted the cat bed stacked with a food dish and a bag of food. “You got a cat?”
“No, Shohn did.”
Incomprehension filled Amber’s bright blue eyes before she grinned. “A cat, huh?”
“A very unusual cat.” Nadine looked around. “He must be hiding somewhere.” She nodded at Rookie. “Does he like cats okay?”
“Rook likes everyone, don’t you, buddy?”
Alert, the dog thumped his tail hard on the floor, his expression hopeful. Amber smiled. “You want to find the cat?”
Ears up, Rookie gave a loud, positive “woof!”
“Go on, then.”
He took off like a shot, running from the main room and down the hall. At Nadine’s bedroom he slid to a sudden halt that sent his tail past his head. His nails wheeled on the floor until he grabbed some traction, then he launched into the bedroom.
In a fast walk, the ladies followed and found the dog sitting at the ready beside Nadine’s full-size bed, staring at where Louie curled up, nose to butt, on her bed pillow.
Rookie seemed very pleased that he’d so easily located the cat. For his part, Louie lifted his head, seemed to give a mental shrug, and after a long stretch and toothy yawn, he lazily got up to greet Rookie.
Amber and Nadine both stood in the doorway.
At almost the same time, Amber said, “That’s Shohn’s cat?” while Nadine said, “Looks like they’ll get along just fine.”
Slowly Amber went in and sat on the edge of the mattress. Louie glanced at her, sniffed her outstretched hand and jumped down to play with Rookie.
“His reaction to Shohn is very different.”
“How so?” Amber rejoined her and they followed the animals back to the main room.
“He adores Shohn. It’s something to see.”
With a coy look, Amber said, “Everyone adores Shohn. Why should a cat be any different?”
“Speaking of Shohn…” As she arranged the cat’s stuff on the floor, she asked, “If he could call you, why didn’t he just call me?”
“He didn’t call. Adam was at the park for a field trip. They were just wrapping up the school activities when Shohn got word that the guy was missing. He told Adam to tell me that if I didn’t hear from him before eight-thirty, I should let you know what’s going on.”
Adam was Shohn’s cousin by marriage. His uncle Jordan, the town vet, had married Georgia, who already had Adam and Lisa. But if you asked anyone in the family, they were as much related as if Jordan had fathered Lisa and Adam himself. “I thought he was a gym teacher. Why would he be on a field trip?”
“One of the other teachers got sick last minute, so he filled in.” Amber pulled out a chair at her little table, the same chair that Shohn had used the night before. “Am I keeping you from anything?”
“Not at all.” Looked as if Amber planned to stay and visit. From one animal lover to another, she liked Amber a lot.
Plus, she was Shohn’s cousin.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Sure. Anything cold.”
After pouring them both colas, Nadine joined her at the table.
She’d just taken a big drink when Amber said, “I’m kind of glad we have a chance to talk.”
Nadine slowly lowered the can. Amber had a way of dropping bombshells on people. She always stated things so boldly, without any reserve at all. Nadine had learned to be cautious, so she hedged, saying, “I always enjoy visiting with you. You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah, same here,” Amber said, moving right along. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“No?”
“I think you should give Shohn a chance.”
Dreading the answer, Nadine asked, “A chance to do what?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe…sleep with you?”
Yup, a bombshell. Nadine rolled her eyes. “I can always expect the unexpected from you.”
“So will you?”
In many ways, Amber was as pushy—maybe more so—as Shohn. “What makes you think he even wants to?”
She crossed her arms over the table and leaned in. “He’s wanted to forever. He just didn’t realize it until recently.”
Nadine had to laugh. “You’re nuts.” Shohn was the most straightforward, on-track person she’d ever met. He always knew what he wanted, and he always went after it. “I remember when he was sixteen and decided he wanted to be a park ranger. A bunch of us were at your uncle Sawyer’s house. I think it was your brother Garrett’s birthday.”
“Probably,” Amber said. “Garrett’s only a year older than you.”
“Anyway, your uncle Jordan showed us a baby hawk that had gotten injured by some idiot campers.”
“Uncle Jordan probably crooned it back to good health.” Amber grinned. “He has such a knack for helping animals.”
“Shohn was pretty furious about it.” And since Shohn had such a congenial, easygoing nature, it was rare to see him fired-up. Usually it only happened when he was defending someone or something else—like injured baby birds, or chubby girls. “He announced he was going to be a park ranger, as if that’d keep anyone from ever injuring a baby animal again.”
“And here he is, a ranger,” Amber said. “And I’m willing to bet few dare go in the hills with the intent of tormenting a poor animal, not when they have to deal with Shohn.”
“Your pride is showing,” Nadine teased. “But my point is that if Shohn had feelings for me, he’d have known it.”
“He probably did on some level, and that’s why he hasn’t come on to you before now.”
That was so absurd, Nadine choked on it.
Amber narrowed her bright blue eyes. It was a fact that everyone in Buckhorn had noted: those extraordinary eyes of hers packed a lot of punch. When she looked at people, they felt it.
When she looked at the guys…well, she had as much impact with them as Shohn had with the ladies.
Nadine fidgeted. “Dial it down, okay?”
Confusion stole Amber’s intensity. “What’s that?”
“All that laserlike focus. You’re trying to intimidate me, but it’s not working.” Ha. It worked all too well.
“I wasn’t,” Amber objected.
“Baloney. You do it to everyone, and I’m sure most cave under your resolve. Especially anyone possessing testosterone.”
Grinning, Amber shrugged. “My point is that Shohn had a lot of wild oats to sow and now, at twenty-five, he wants more.”
More…what? No, Nadine wouldn’t buy into any of it. She gulped down more Coke then shook her head. “Does Shohn have any idea that you’re meddling like this?”
“Are you kidding? No way.”
Thank God. “Then let’s make a promise not to ever tell him, and we can forget a
ll about it.”
Amber’s determined stare returned. “You know he wants you, Nadine.”
She turned her Coke can, turned it again and traced the wet circle on the table… “He did sort of come on to me.”
“Sort of?” Amber laughed. “He must be slipping if you’re not sure. God knows every other girl in town thinks he’s making moves even when he isn’t. Do you know how many times I’ve had to save his butt? Too many times, that’s how many. But you’re different.”
Yeah, didn’t she know it. “Well, if he is interested, that’d be why—because I’m a challenge. If we ever got together, then he’d be over me real quick.”
“I don’t think so.” Amber got a text before she could expound on that. She pulled out her phone, read the message with a smile and sent back a reply. “He’ll be here in another ten minutes.”
“They found the missing camper?”
“He didn’t say, but I assume so, otherwise he’d still be there looking.” She finished off her Coke and stood. “I’m supposed to get lost, though.”
“Oh.”
Walking to the kitchen to rinse out her can, Amber said, “Look at it this way. If Shohn only sees you as a challenge, then isn’t it better to find it out now before you fall hopelessly in love with him?”
“Hopelessly, huh? How dramatic.” Nadine tried to infuse the right amount of sarcasm, because God knew, she’d been hung up on Shohn Hudson since they were in their early teens.
“It is dramatic,” Amber said with a sigh, “the way the ladies all swoon over him. As his cousin, I can testify to how nauseating it is. But you don’t swoon…yet.” She put her can in the recycling bin and turned, forearms braced back on the counter, her pose relaxed. “So, what do you think?”
“About what? Swooning?” Just the thought of him showing up made her feel light-headed. A swoon could very well be imminent.
“No, about giving in to see how things go.”
This was not a conversation she’d ever thought to have with one of Shohn’s relatives. “He doesn’t need your help, Amber.”
“Ha! Of course he does.” She looked toward Louie, who was busy walking up Rookie’s back while Rookie laid perfectly still except for the tail he had thumping. “He even got that mangled old cat for you.”
“Not so.” Nadine smiled as she shared the wonderful truth. “He went to the shelter to get a dog, but Louie claimed him, and Shohn was too sweet to turn him away.”
“There you go!” Straightening in a rush, Amber walked from the kitchen. “Sweet on top of being passably handsome.”
Nadine snorted. Even a close cousin could be objective enough to know Shohn was the epitome of hotness.
“Though he’s a wiseass, he has his moments of humor, too.”
“You don’t have to sell me on him,” Nadine told her. “I already know he’s funny and smart, generous and loyal, hardworking and—”
“Yeah,” Amber interrupted, her tone wry, “let’s not saint him, okay? He’s a great guy, but still a guy, so he needs to have things made clear to him.”
“Those things being?”
“Just do me a favor,” Amber said, suddenly all business and ready to go. “Put on a shirt that shows a little cleavage, brush the dog hair off your shorts and when he makes his move, try being a little receptive. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Her heart could get irrevocably broken, that’s what.
But pride had saved her many times over the years, so maybe she could do this and then, with her pride, hold it all together—no matter how things went after.
Amber headed to the door. “She looks convinced, Rookie. Our work here is done.”
Shaking her head, Nadine picked up Louie to ensure the cat wouldn’t get out the door. “Thanks again for stopping by.” She would not thank her for pimping Shohn.
“You betcha,” Amber said. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And with that, she left.
Nadine didn’t bother replying. When it came to Shohn there wasn’t much she didn’t want to do. If Shohn was willing, well then, better not to make promises she wouldn’t want to keep.
CHAPTER FOUR
SHOHN PULLED INTO the lot of Animal House as quietly as he could. He knew well how dogs reacted to noises in the night, and since the sun had already set, the dogs were surely tucked away for the night. If one barked, they’d all be kicking up a fuss and then Nadine would have more work to do.
Relieved not to see Amber’s truck in the lot, he made the safe assumption that he and Nadine would be alone. Taking care to close his door quietly, he left the Jeep. Hat in hand, his imagination already in overdrive, he walked toward her house.
Would she be wearing that same silly shirt with the suggestive comment on it? He’d thought of a dozen ways to tease her about it, and a dozen other ways to get her out of it.
She’d left the porch light on for him, so Shohn took a minute to remove his boots and socks. His feet weren’t wet this time, but he’d spent so much time hunting for the lost camper that he had half the damn mountain stuck to the treads.
Boots in hand, he stood and lightly tapped on the screen door.
Nadine showed up immediately. Her long brown hair hung loose, trailing down her back and over her shoulders, curling in and around those large, luscious breasts. Her eyes were darker than usual as she pushed open the screen and said with a “come and get me” smile, “Hi.”
Damn. He knew acquiescence when he saw it. Nadine wanted him. Tonight. Maybe even right now.
Knowing that had an instantaneous effect on his body. His guts clenched, heat rushed to his skin, his breathing grew shallower.
He got semihard.
Knowing he had to keep it together, he dipped his rapt gaze over her, stalling first on her soft, damp lips, then on that heart-stopping cleavage displayed under a V neck T-shirt. This one read Life is Short—Pet Hard.
Without a single word, he crowded in and dropped his boots just inside the threshold. The screen door closed behind them. He reached for her.
And Louie came up his leg in a dash, already purring, head-butting his chin and rubbing all over him in ecstasy.
“Shit.” Shohn caught the cat to help support him so he wouldn’t get shredded. So far, Louie had been great about not putting the claws to him, but his shirt could only take so much of Louie’s enthusiasm.
Nadine sighed. “Ah. He missed you.”
Her gentle expression fired his blood even more. Shohn wanted to see her looking at him like that, maybe after a really hot orgasm. “He could miss me a few minutes more, damn it.” What lousy timing the cat had! But Shohn pet him, anyway, giving him the greeting he wanted.
The rumbling purrs started to sound like a broken truck engine. Eyes closed, Louie continued to rub against him.
“Take it easy, buddy.” Shohn managed to get the cat away from his face and settled more on his chest. “Ah, that’s better.”
Nadine smiled.
“Now I can kiss you.” Her smile froze, but Shohn took her mouth too quickly for her to object.
Only she didn’t. She kissed him back. Awkwardly because, yeah, they had a big old rumbling tomcat between them, but still, it was pretty hot the way she turned her head, how she willingly parted her lips.
How she accepted his tongue.
She tasted even better than he remembered, hotter and sweeter. She made a small sound that he took for encouragement. He answered with a low groan, his thoughts already on getting her naked and under him.
Suddenly Louie butted his head up between theirs, and Shohn pulled away with a “Bleh.”
Breathing fast, Nadine asked, “What?”
“I had cat ear in my mouth.” He used a shoulder to wipe his face.
She snickered then took his arm. “I’m sorry. Why don’t we sit down for a bit? Are you hungry?”
Was that nervousness that had her talking so fast? “Not this time, thanks.” Shohn dropped onto her couch and again tried to rearrange the big cat. Louie was
so muscular and rangy at the same time that doing anything he didn’t fully approve was damn difficult. “I grabbed some fast food to eat on the way here.”
“I wouldn’t have minded fixing you something.”
“Thanks, but it wasn’t food I had in mind.”
“Oh…well, a drink, then? I’m out of Coke, but maybe some iced tea?”
Shohn grinned over the way she avoided his innuendo. “With you looking like that, yeah, iced tea with plenty of ice would be great.”
She smoothed her hands over the shirt then tucked her hair behind one ear. “I took a really quick shower just before you got here.”
Damn, he was sorry he’d missed that. “If you’d waited, I could have showered with you.” To keep her from reacting to that too much, he went on in a casual tone. “It was one hell of a day and I’m grimier than usual. Not that Louie seems to mind, do you buddy?” He tickled under the cat’s chin.
Eyes widening, Nadine opened her mouth twice before she finally said anything. “You, ah, found the missing camper?”
“Yeah. The drunken dumbass had completely left the trails. I found him snagged up in a briar bush, sniveling and ready to wet himself. Apparently he fell in there and then kept getting scratched worse every time he tried to free himself.”
“Serves him right for getting drunk.” Nadine headed into the kitchen to get the drinks. “Will he be fined?”
“Who knows? I turned him over to the local authorities. He’s their problem now.” Shohn liked watching Nadine move in the kitchen, seeing the way she turned this way and that in the shorty-shorts and clinging T-shirt. She had supershapely legs and her bare feet made it all more intimate somehow. “Love the new outfit.”
She ducked her face, letting her hair hide her profile. “It’s just an old shirt and shorts.”
No, it was a sexier shirt and shorter shorts that she’d put on for him. “I like your hair loose like that, too.”
She dropped an ice cube on the floor. “Thanks.” She accidentally kicked it when she went to pick it up, then had to chase it before it went under the fridge.
“Nadine?”
“Hmm?” Face flushed, she tossed the ice in the sink and, with trembling hands, poured the tea.