Renegade

by Diana Palmer

  "I have. A lot of dealers are in jail."

  "No wonder you're unpopular at city hall, then," she replied.

  "I'm popular enough at the sheriff's department," he said on a chuckle, "even if Hayes Carson and I don't get along from time to time. We're both sticklers for enforcement of drug laws. Hayes had a brother who died of a drug overdose. He's even more hard-nosed than I am."

  She sighed and looked up into the leafy boughs of the tree and closed her eyes to the soft breeze that whispered through her hair. "I can't remember when I've enjoyed a day this much," she said unexpectedly. "I've never had much of a home life. Imagine, lying in a hammock under a shade tree, with nothing more important to do than breathe."

  He chuckled. "My home life wasn't much to talk about, either, I suppose," he murmured. "Not after my mother died, certainly."

  "Neither of us has had any good experience of family life," she said. "I've tried hard to do that for Rory, to make sure he was as happy as I could make him when he was home with me at vacation or on holidays."

  "He loves you," he said simply.

  "I love him." She stretched again. "He thinks you're awesome. Now he's talking about a career in law enforcement." "Is he?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. "Mmm-hmm," she murmured contentedly. "He'll be out of school the week after

  the state elections." "He'll enjoy it here," he said. "We have an active recreation department for young people." "He'll be looking for someone to take him fishing," she said drowsily. "That's his favorite sport."

  "Funny. I like fishing myself."

  "He goes with one of the boys at his military school, on weekends. I like this hammock! I think I could get used to it very quickly as a lifelong hobby." She rolled over, just a little, so that she could slide one bare foot against his boot and curl into his chest. He flinched, but just as quickly, he relaxed. His head turned to look down at her.

  "Don't get too comfortable," he said with a chuckle. "I can only stay for a few

  minutes. My desk is piled high with things that didn't get done while I was in New

  York looking after you." Her small hand smoothed over the clean, neat fabric of his

  uniform shirt and she closed her eyes, snuggling closer. "You smell nice."

  One of his arms, shifted, so that his hand smoothed her long hair. "So do you, angel," he said softly. She loved the feel of his fingers in her long hair. It was heaven, to lie against him like this in the shade of the tree and feel his heart beat, feel his breath sigh out above her head, feel the power and strength in his body against her. She'd never felt more secure. "I've been looking at rings," she murmured drowsily. "Have you now?" he mused. She yawned. "But I didn't find anything I thought you'd like," she added mischievously. "Persistent little cuss, aren't you?" he asked. "I have a one-track mind, Cash. Sandie says you're kin to the Harts. Are you?" "Second cousins," he replied. "They're related to the vice president. And distantly to your governor, she said." "Right."

  "You never talk about your people." "Not much to say," he told her. "My father is in real estate, mostly mining properties. He's worth millions. The second eldest of my brothers runs our cattle ranch in west Texas. The eldest is with the FBI. The

  youngest is an enforcement officer with the state game and fish people." He turned his head. "Why all the questions?"

  She smiled against his shirt. "If I distract you, you might stay longer. I'm very comfortable."

  "I wish I was," he murmured dryly.

  Her head rolled back so that she could see his face. He was smiling, but there was a faint glitter in his dark eyes.

  "You're very pretty," he said. "You smell good, and you're soft as a bundle of feathers. I want very much to roll over and kiss you until I make your mouth swell under mine."

  Her gasp was audible. She looked at him with pure aching desire.

  "Oh, that's dangerous," he whispered, staring at her mouth. "We're on public display here. What if I follow my instincts?"

  "What if you do?" she prompted, staring at his mouth, too.

  "Reporters will appear out of thin air. Any two of my patrol officers will pull up in the yard on official business. Passing motorists will roll down their windows and point video cameras our way."

  "You're kidding," she accused.

  "I'm not. When Micah Steele was courting his Callie, I hear they had a nice kissing session in her driveway about midnight. An elderly neighbor came out to prune her roses, two couples took a midnight stroll past the house, and another neighbor was peering at them out a window. Micah wasn't even a police chief."

  "Oh, I get it," she mused. "You're important in the community, so everyone wants to know what you're doing." He shook his head. "You're a famous model and film star. You're the star attraction, not me," he added, and actually seemed pleased about it. "Some star," she scoffed, lightly touching her face. "I expect I look like

  Frankenstein's monster."

  He caught her hand in his and brought the knuckles up to his warm, hard mouth.

  "Wounds of honor," he whispered. "You couldn't look unpleasant if you took two

  'ugly' pills every morning." She smiled. "Thanks."

  His eyes searched hers hungrily. Her body was so close that he could smell the soap

  she'd used on it. Her hair feathered out around her face like a red plume. She was

  obviously hungry for him, and he ached in inconvenient places.

  She saw his own desire in his dark eyes, and she stretched lazily, lovingly, her eyes like

  warm green pools. "Don't," he cautioned huskily.

  Her hips moved involuntarily. "I can't help it," she said, feeling her body swell. "I want

  you." He actually shivered.

  It was a weakness that she longed to exploit. She moved closer to him, awkwardly,

  because the hammock was difficult to move in. Her fingers reached up to his lean cheek and traced it. "You could kiss me, if you wanted to," she told him. "We'd be a

  tourist attraction in two minutes." "Excuses, excuses..." She tugged on his neck and

  brought his hard mouth down onto her parted, yielding lips. 'Tippy," he protested.

  But he wasn't fighting very hard, she noticed. She smiled under his mouth as she tugged harder.

  In the end, he couldn't resist her. He sank down into the hammock against her, and his

  mouth became hungry and invasive. She kissed him back ardently, but in seconds, she

  felt the pain in her ribs.. .and another source of discomfort digging into her belly. She

  protested weakly.

  He lifted his head. "What?" he asked blankly.

  "Your pistol," she whispered.

  He looked down. The holster was digging into her stomach. He lifted away from her with a helpless laugh. "I told you hammocks weren't designed for this. Hurt your ribs, too, didn't it?"

  She sighed wistfully. "I wish I were well."

  "That makes two of us." He wrestled his way out of the hammock and stood up, adjusting his uniform and the holster. "See what you get for trying to seduce men in plain sight of the world?"

  She wiggled her eyebrows. "Want to arrest me for lewd behavior?" She held out both hands. "You could cuff me. Then you could read me my rights. We should do it inside, though."

  "That won't work," he said with twinkling eyes. "I know what would happen if you got me alone. Those ribs wouldn't let you do what you want to do." She shrugged. "I guess you're right," she said sadly. "Okay. I give up. Until I'm completely healed, at least."

  He smiled. For a woman with a scarred past, she was doing very well. At least she was able to feel desire. That was a milestone, considering her background. He remembered uncomfortably the long, exquisite lovemaking session in her bed at Christmas. It had almost obliterated his nightmares. Almost. It was hard to live with the things he'd done in his life.

  "Now you're brooding again," she said gently. "I only looked at the ring. I didn't buy it."

  He scowled. "How did you look at a ring?"


  She grinned. "I went on the Internet and looked for rings. I'm not quite comfortable

  enough with my face to go into town yet." "You don't look at all bad," he said genuinely. "In another week or two, you'll look just as you did. I doubt if you'll have any scars at all when you heal completely. The doctors did a good job." "You don't think Joel will replace me, do you?" she wondered uncertainly. "Not a chance." He checked his watch. "I really do have to go. I only stopped by

  to check on you. Don't do this again," he added quietly. "Even in Jacobsville, it's not

  safe."

  "Okay," she said, moving unsteadily to her feet. "I'll go in the house and order

  some racy videos to watch. I need pointers." She gave him a speaking glance. "There

  has to be some way to get through your defenses."

  He couldn't help laughing. It was ironic. She had a damaged sexuality, but she spent

  an uncanny amount of time looking at ways to seduce him. It was me one true measure of

  her affection for him.

  "At least you're smiling more. That has to be a positive thing."

  "More positive than you know," he pointed out. "I'm not the smiling type."

  She wasn't really listening. She was studying his handsome face and wondering

  what their child would have looked like if it had been born. The thought was acutely

  painful. She turned away.

  Before she got two steps, he was right behind her. "You closed up like a water lily in the dark. Why?" "It's nothing," she said at once. His lean hands smoothed down her bare arms. "You were thinking about the baby," he whispered huskily.

  She bit down hard on threatening tears. "You're just guessing," she said tautly.

  "No. I don't think I am." His hands contracted gently and his lips brushed the top of her head. "I should be shot for the way I spoke to you the day you phoned. I always expect the worst of people. It's a hard habit to break."

  She swallowed again, trying to avert tears. The warm strength of him at her back was intoxicating. Involuntarily, she leaned back against him with a long sigh. "I've been that way most of my life. Trust comes hard when you've been betrayed."

  "Yes."

  She stared straight ahead, at the house. Something occurred to her. "Why did you buy a house and not rent one?" she wanted to know.

  He hesitated. "It does seem odd, doesn't it?" he mused aloud. "I don't really know."

  "You wouldn't be trying to put down roots or anything?" she fished.

  He was very still. He was scowling, but she couldn't see that. "I've never tried to belong anywhere," he said. "In a way, I've been a professional outsider since I was a kid. I don't like getting close to people. Especially women," he added curtly.

  'That isn't hard to understand," she agreed.

  "You've never given me a reason not to trust you," he said after a minute.

  "I never will," she said simply. "Nothing you ever did or said could make me hate you." "Think so?" He laughed cynically. "Maybe one day I'll tell you the story of my life and you can try to prove that." She turned around and looked up into his hard face with soft, caring eyes. "If you care

  about someone, it isn't because of anything they've done or not done, Cash," she said.

  "It's because of what they are. Actions are not character traits."

  He scowled. She made him feel odd. Young. She made him feel hope.

  She lifted her fingers to his mouth and caressed it. She smiled.

  "I've already told you that I don't believe you could do something out of evil

  intentions."

  "I'm...not the man I was once," he faltered. "But I've done some unforgivable

  things..." She searched his eyes evenly. "Nothing is unforgivable." "I wish that

  were the case," he murmured. Terrible memories were in his eyes. They were in

  hers, too. If he had secrets from her, she certainly had secrets from him. But to

  produce them for inspection would require a lot more trust than either of them had.

  Itwastoosoon. "Onedayatatime,"shesaidsoftly. "That'showwehavetolive."Hislean

  hand went to her cheek and pressed there tenderly among the fading bruises and

  healing cuts. "Our lives haven't been easy, have they, honey?" he thought aloud.

  "We pay for pleasure with pain," she replied philosophically. "Considering my own

  account, I would say that I'm past due for a lot of pleasure." He chuckled, as she

  did. "Maybe that's true for both of us." She stood on tiptoe and brushed her

  mouth against his. "Sandie's making chicken and dumplings for supper." "I like

  that."

  "I know," she said wickedly. "I suggested it." He lifted his chin and gave her a mock

  glare. "I won't be seduced over dumplings, however good they are." 'There you go

  again," she complained. "On the other hand, a man can withstand just so much

  temptation," he added obligingly.

  'Thank you. I'll look over my stash of sexy nightgowns and perfume." "I'm going back to work while there's still time," he told her firmly, putting her gently away. "I'll go watch movies." 'That's my girl," he said in a soft, husky tone. He looked at her with real affection, with tenderness. She could have walked on air. Her whole body felt warm, as if it were cradled in loving arms. They exchanged a long, soulful look that made her toes curl up with pleasure. "What the hell," he murmured, moving closer. "One little kiss couldn't hurt anything. Right?" The last word broke against her soft lips. He didn't dare pull her too close for fear of damaging her ribs, but his mouth was ardent. She sighed and melted into him, floating as the kiss grew deeper and more insistent. There was a strange silence around them. Perturbed by it, even through the haze of pleasure, Cash lifted his head and looked around. A squad car was stopped in the middle of the road beside the driveway. An unmarked

  car, with Judd Dunn in it, was sitting beside the sidewalk. A fire truck was stopped on the other side of the road. A telephone repair crew had placed cones in front and back of their truck, but they weren't doing anything. On the sidewalk, two elderly ladies were just standing, watching, smiling.

  "Well, that's what you can expect when you kiss a famous movie star out in the middle of town!" Judd Dunn yelled at Cash.

  "I am not kissing her!" Cash called back. "She's kissing me!"

  "A likely story!" Judd returned.

  "She offered to buy me a ring!"

  There were amused cheers.

  "Now I've got witnesses," Tippy said pertly.

  Cash let her go, shaking his head. "I had more privacy in boot camp," he muttered.

  "Don't stop because of us, Chief," one of the firemen called to him as they started

  up their big truck. "We know where we can get some tickets..."

  Cash threw up his hands, bent to kiss Tippy's flushed cheek, and went back to his

  squad car.

  DESPITE TIPPY'S APPEARANCE, Cash coaxed her into going with him to a fund-raiser for

  Calhoun Ballenger. She clung to him like ivy, smiling shyly at other people, but it

  was evident that she only had eyes for Cash.

  When the band struck up, and Cash took her onto the dance floor, it was like

  watching one person move to the music. Tippy felt happier than she'd ever been in

  her life.

  The next morning, she got up enough nerve to go shopping for groceries, using a little of her spare cash to get ingredients for a lasagna supper for Cash. She dressed sedately and wore a scarf over her head. Without makeup, and wearing a light coat, she didn't look like a famous movie star.

  But while she was in line at the cash register, she noticed a lurid front-page story. Its headlines read, Actress In Hiding After Kidnap Stunt To Provoke Sympathy For Loss Of Love Child. Underneath was a photo of Tippy warding off photographers when she'd been released from the hospital in New York.

  Stunt! She was barely able to get around; she'd almost
been killed. And the media was calling it a stunt! While she was getting over the impact, she heard two women behind her talking in whispers. "She's living with the police chief!" one told the other. "First she sacrifices her own

  baby to keep her job, then she lies about being kidnapped to save face. Then she moves in with a man! Right here in Jacobsville. It's outrageous, I tell you!"