by Kim McMahill
Marked in Mexico
By Kim McMahill
Copyright 2011 Kim McMahill
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Cover Art by Joan Alley
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ISBN-978-0-9847645-4-9 First Edition, 2011
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Table of Contents
Marked in Mexico
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
About the Author
Chapter One
This had to be the worst day of Jessica’s life. Her bun was too tight and it—along with losing her case—was giving her a raging headache. She rummaged through the top drawer of her massive mahogany desk until she located a bottle of Ibuprofen. Popping two pills, she leaned back in her seat, swallowed up by the throne-sized leather office chair given to her by her father the day she had agreed to join Phillip, the man Daddy hoped she’d one day marry, in his Maryland law practice. But, when she envisioned marrying Phillip, all she could see at the moment were pigs flying over a frozen hell.
Jessica closed her eyes and tried to relax and allow the pain killers to work their magic, but the tension refused to leave her body. Not only was the carefully constructed bun pulling her hair out by its roots, but the pointy toes of her shoes were pinching her feet, the crotch of her panty hose was sagging, and the day was far from over.
After several moments Jessica kicked off her shoes, slid the nylons down her legs and freed her hair from the ridiculous do. Pushing herself to her feet, she shook out her long brunette locks and massaged her temples, easing away the tension in her body. As she whipped her head back, the door burst open.
“Wow. I thought you’d be sulking. I didn’t expect a strip show.”
Phillip Harmon strode across the hardwood floor and sat on the corner of her desk. His perfect smile was charming and his broad shoulders inviting after the day she was having, but she was still furious with him for forcing her into a case she didn’t believe in, amongst other issues. What had she ever saw in him?
“Very funny. What do you want?”
“No need to be so icy, Princess. I just stopped by to say not bad for the first go around.”
“What do you mean, ‘not bad’? I got my butt kicked in there. I was brutalized by the prosecutor and in case you didn’t hear the news, we lost.”
“We knew we’d lose. We had nothing. But we’ll just keep on appealing the conviction, playing the media and eventually we’ll wear them all down. Coop will get off.”
Jessica felt her headache reasserting itself on an epic scale. She had always disliked Cooper Morgan. He was spoiled, rich and arrogant. He felt he was above the law and he usually was, but this time he had really screwed up and had gone too far. But, she knew Phillip was probably right. They would just keep hammering away and eventually the pig would walk.
“He’s guilty and he should pay for what he’s done. You’ve got to take me off this case. If I don’t believe he’s innocent, it’s no wonder I couldn’t convince a jury.”
Phillip rose and walked to Jessica. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he looked down into her violet-blue eyes. He was always amazed at how this small, voluptuous woman could make men shake in the courtroom and bring them to their knees with a handful of well-chosen words and a steely glare. But this time, they’d been thrown for a loop. A prosecuting attorney had been brought in from another district, due to the political influences of the case, and the she-devil had more than held her ground against his determined, tough and feisty little Jessica.
“You know we need you to lead this one. The entire firm is at your beck and call, but when we walk into that courtroom we need the jury to see a female. You’re the only woman we have at the firm with the skill and experience to keep Coop out of prison. In fact, there is no one in this firm with a better defense record. If I defend Coop, it’ll look like the good-old-boys club at work.”
“Isn’t it? You think that poor woman deserved to be raped, don’t you?”
Phillip stepped back and let his gaze roam over Jessica’s body. She was attractive, but sometimes he wondered if she was worth the frustration. He was surprised she hadn’t put him on the spot before now. Jessica played the tough idealistic champion of justice on one hand and the innocent baby girl of the most influential man in the Senate on the other. But, he wasn’t buying either. She just hated Cooper for breaking her best friend, Amber’s, heart.
“Come on, Jess, let’s not talk about this now.” He forced a pleasant smile to his lips.
“Well, Phillip. Do you think she deserved it?”
He wasn’t going to tell her what she wanted to hear just to keep her happy. He never coddled women. Didn’t have to and wasn’t about to start now. She’d be mad, but she’d get over it. He had her father, Senator Hughes of Texas, wrapped around his finger and Jessica always eventually caved to Daddy’s wishes and forgave him.
“Be realistic, Jess. Coop would be quite a catch for any gold-digger. The Morgan’s have more money than they know what to do with. Women throw themselves at guys like us all the time and some don’t take it well when their little plan backfires and they cry foul. I have no doubt she asked for it. I’ve been in Coop’s shoes before, but I’ve always been a little more careful. And now, I have you to keep me out of trouble.” He moved his hand up to her cheek and stroked it gently.
Jessica pulled away from him and circled her desk. It was pretty presumptuous of Phillip to be so possessive of her. To her, he was just a father-approved dependable escort to the myriad of political and social functions she had to attend and he did keep the pompous sons of other politicians, government officials and campaign contributors at bay.
She and Phillip had gone out off and on since graduating from college and most people considered them a couple. Jessica didn’t feel guilty about the charade since she knew he wasn’t even vaguely faithful to her. She was busy and he was convenient and persistent. Jessica knew their families would like nothing more than
if they would marry, but she didn’t have those feelings for him and doubted she ever would, and at the moment she was so angry she could hardly stand to be in the same room with him.
“He’s a slime ball and he’s always been one, but I don’t want to argue with you anymore. My head is pounding. When I get back from my trip, have the appeal ready to go. I think what we’re doing is criminal, but I know I’m severely outnumbered on this issue.”
“Now, that’s my girl. I’m sure your father will be pleased you’re being such a team player. He wouldn’t be where he is today without Mr. Morgan’s financial backing and support, nor would my dad. I’ll pick you up at seven. Be ready, we don’t want to keep the Senators waiting. They’ll want to hear all about our next move.”
Jessica had forgotten all about the fundraiser she’d promised her father she’d attend. She had been so involved with the case, the function had slipped her mind and now she was in no mood to go out.
“I can’t face them tonight. I lost. Remember?”
“No one could have won this round, not even you, Tiger. The prosecution has too much evidence and the girl’s melodrama is fresh in the media and in the minds of any juror who owns a television or reads a newspaper. But we’ll win eventually. They’re not going to lock up Morgan’s son, I can guarantee it. Not only is he rich, powerful and well-liked, he’s a widower, a highly decorated veteran and he contributes to every bleeding-heart cause thrown at him. We’ll make sure our publicists keep pounding that message until the next court date and that’ll buy his son a lot of forgiveness.”
Jessica hated the fact that Phillip was probably right about Cooper—and she despised being called Tiger about as much as Princess—but all she could think about at the moment was going home and packing for the trip she was leaving on the next morning with Amber. The case had really taken its toll on her and she needed to get away. It was only a week in Mexico, but she knew those few days with Amber would save her sanity and help her put her priorities back into perspective.
“Please, Phillip. Make an excuse for me. I’ve had a rough week, I’m exhausted, I haven’t even begun packing yet and this Tiger would like nothing more at the moment than to scratch your eyes out.”
Phillip flinched at her words, but she could tell he was just mocking her. She was tired and angry and in no mood to be grilled by her own father, the all-powerful Senator Hughes, or to have to explain herself to Senator Harmon or Mr. Morgan. And more than anything else, she did not want to spend an evening with Phillip. Dodging his persistent advances had become so tiresome, she didn’t think she had enough energy left tonight to deal with him.
“I still can’t believe you’re going to Mexico. Amber and Randy are getting married in a couple of months, so I know what will be going on there. Amber will be trying to get everything out of her system before she gets tied down to her Wall Street bore, not that I blame her. Randy makes me snooze just to be in the same room with him and he has to be a real let down after her fling with Coop. But what grates me the most is that she’ll be dragging you around with her. It just makes me sick to think of you two out partying and cozying up with a bunch of drunken men in some cheesy cantina.”
Jessica fought the urge to slap him. Phillip wasn’t as bad as Cooper, but where she used to be in awe of his ambition and Alpha confidence, now she just thought he was a dog most of the time. She knew she had to find a way to quit seeing him. It wouldn’t be easy since they worked together and their fathers served in the Senate together. Her father seemed to think a great deal of Phillip, which she couldn’t understand. He was usually a good judge of character.
She had tried to be a model daughter and do whatever her father wanted of her, but ever since her mother had died of cancer her father had become overly protective and too controlling of her life. Jessica wanted to please him, but when it came to Phillip, she didn’t know how much longer she could go on pretending. She would’ve already left the firm and moved away, but it would devastate her father and Jessica wasn’t sure where she would go anyway. The family ranch in Texas was the only home she had ever known, but she hadn’t visited there in a long time and the place held painful memories of her mother’s long illness.
Phillip stood up and began to walk around the corner of her desk, bringing her back to the conversation at hand. His sandy-blonde hair was perfect as usual and his quick smile and attentive gaze were aimed directly at her. She knew most women would feel lucky to spend time with him, but it had been a long time since she’d enjoyed being in his company. With Phillip, it was always a show and he loved to play the game for the media and for his friends. They did look good together in the photos, which often showed up in the local papers, and she knew he loved the gossip about them being the next generation political power couple.
“Maybe that’s what men would do before getting married, but for your information, women are a little more civilized as a whole. Amber wouldn’t do anything to hurt Randy. She loves him and he treats her like a queen, unlike your dear friend. She’s fried from all of the wedding plans and I’ve had it with this case. We both just need a little R & R and want to spend some time together while we still can. Now go. Can you handle my father or do I have to call him?”
Phillip could tell there was no point in arguing with her and besides, he’d seen a hot little red-head at the last couple of fundraisers who he wouldn’t mind getting to know a little better. No matter how perfect Jessica was for his career, he knew deep down that one woman would never be enough for him.
“Have it your way. I can handle Senator Hughes. After all, he thinks of me as a son,” he said with a confident smirk. “But at least let me take you to the airport in the morning.”
“It’s not necessary. Randy is driving Amber to the airport and picking me up along the way.”
Phillip shrugged his shoulders and reached for her. Jessica was debating whether or not to just let him kiss her goodbye so he would go away or if she dared to refuse and risk a fight. Before she was forced to decide, she was saved by the ringing of her phone. Jessica snatched the handset out of the cradle and was relieved to hear Amber’s voice.
Jessica placed one hand over the receiver, “I’ve got to take this call, it’s urgent,” she whispered as she turned her head and let him kiss her cheek, then waved him out of her office.
“I can always count on you to save me from the beast. I hope you’re not calling to back out, because I really need this trip.”
“Not on your life. I was just calling to make sure Phillip hadn’t tied you up and stuffed you in a closet to keep you from going.”
Jessica giggled. Amber was the only one who knew her true feelings of late for Phillip, so they could always share a good laugh at his expense. He had been furious when he found out about the trip and tried to forbid her from going, which had only made Jessica even more determined to get out of town.
“He may be six-foot-two and one-hundred-ninety pounds of hunk, but it would take a lot more than that to keep me from Mexico. He is so on my list right now that I’m seriously thinking about moving to Texas when we get back. I need to get away from Phillip and this awful case that’s been making me sick to my stomach every day.”
“I heard things didn’t go well in court. I know you hadn’t expected much, so try to blow it off and get into vacation mode. I’ll miss Randy, but we are going to have so much fun, just us girls.”
Listening to Amber’s enthusiastic play-by-play of how the next seven days would unfold softened her mood. Amber always knew the right things to say to lift her spirits and Jessica felt she could tell her friend anything. She knew Amber confided just as much in Randy, which made her a bit envious. He was conservative and serious, but he brought balance and contentment to Amber’s life, so it infuriated Jessica when Phillip poked fun at him.
Jessica agreed with the plan, confirmed the pick-up time in the morning, hung up the phone and gathered up her nylons and shoes. It wasn’t very sanitary, and definitely not professional, but she wa
lked out of the office in her bare feet and headed for the elevator.
“Rough week?” her assistant asked.
“I’ll recover. In fact, I’m already strolling down a sandy beach in Mexico, sipping a margarita as the sun sets over the Caribbean, so don’t even try to find me.” Jessica smiled at her faithful assistant, held up her shoes in salute, and left the building.
Chapter Two
As the sun warmed Jessica’s bare skin, she felt more relaxed than she had in years. She pushed herself up on her elbows and glanced over at Amber on the towel next to hers and could see that her friend was enjoying the quiet time just as much.
She had confided in Amber about Phillip and everything she legally could about the case on the plane ride to Cancún. When Jessica could think of nothing else to divulge that bothered her about the two, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. By the time they had gotten off the plane, Phillip and Cooper had been pushed to the furthest recesses of her mind and she was in total vacation mode.
Jessica rolled over and sat up. She adjusted her bikini to make sure it was still covering everything it was supposed to, brushed the sand off of her body, and slathered sun block over her shoulders and arms to protect her fair skin. As Jessica held the bottle, debating about whether she needed any on her legs, she was hit square in the chest with a volleyball so forcefully it momentarily took her breath away.
“Sorry about that!”
The deep cocky voice made her drop the bottle. She glanced up and saw a man looking down at her with a crooked smile on his lips. He was much shorter than Phillip, probably only five-foot-eight or so, but looked just as fit. Jessica couldn’t help but notice his broad shoulders, well-defined muscles, and golden skin, glistening with sweat. His black hair was wet and unruly, and framed his narrow face, which was sculpted with high, sharp cheekbones. A dark-stubble covering his chin made him look as if he hadn’t shaved for days, but the look was good on him, though it made him appear a bit dangerous. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark glasses, but could feel them moving from her toes up the length of her body.