Notorious

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  “I think so,” B.J. said.

  “I definitely think so,” Jonas said from the doorway. “How’re you doing, Keely?”

  “Fabulous.” Her heart full, she walked over and gave Jonas a hug, too. He’d always been a little too handsome for his own good, with his thick brown hair and laughing hazel eyes. In the ten years since she’d last seen him he’d become even more attractive. He and B.J. were a stunning couple.

  “Now that Jonas has shown up, I’m gonna go find us some beers,” her father announced as he started toward the kitchen.

  “Need help?” B.J. asked.

  Keely wished she had the nerve to offer, but the truce was too new and fragile to risk being alone again with her father.

  “I’ll take care of it,” her father said. “You kids go on out to the porch and catch up on your news.”

  “He sounds so happy,” Keely said as they trooped outside the way they used to when her dad had promised them a Popsicle.

  “He is happy,” B.J. said. “All he’s been talking about for the past week is you coming home.”

  “Oh, he’s added a few comments on the wedding,” Jonas said with a chuckle as he pulled B.J. down next to him on the swing. “Especially about how much we’re spending on it.” He glanced up at Keely and patted the swing. “Come on. There’s plenty of room, and I’ve never been opposed to having a babe on each side of me.”

  “Thanks, anyway.” Keely leaned up against the porch railing. “I just want to stand here and get used to the sight of you two together.”

  “Amazing, isn’t it?” Jonas said with a grin. “Who’d have thought I’d end up with such a goddess?”

  “Not me, that’s for sure,” said a deep male voice behind Keely.

  She turned to see Noah coming up the walk. Immediately her heart began to pound. “Hi, there,” she said, trying to sound all breezy and big-city.

  “Hi, yourself.” He gave her an easy smile. “I might have known you’d roll up in a red Mustang convertible. I’ll bet you had the top down and the RPMs up all the way through town.”

  It sounded like a perfectly innocent comment, but when she glanced into his eyes, she knew there was sexual innuendo written all over it. And her body heated, right on schedule. So that was how he intended to play it.

  Well, she knew how to play that game, too. She might even be better at it than he was. “Of course,” she said, smiling back at him. “And if you’re a good boy maybe I’ll give you a ride before I leave.”

  Noah gulped and Keely mentally chalked up one for her side.

  “Woo-hoo!” Jonas yelled. “Keely’s back!”

  19

  AT FOUR THE NEXT AFTERNOON Noah stood next to his brother at the altar of the Saguaro Junction Community Church. All eyes were supposed to be on the bride coming down the aisle on her father’s arm, but Noah’s attention kept straying to the woman sitting in the left front pew.

  He wondered if she stood out in this crowd as much as he imagined, or if his agitated state of mind only made it seem that way. No, it wasn’t his imagination. She really did look like an orchid plopped in the middle of a field of daisies and sunflowers. Her color-of-sin hair was one reason. That deep, foxy red wasn’t common in these parts. Add in her traffic-stopping figure wrapped in a leaf-green halter dress and gold hoop earrings that nearly touched the golden skin of her shoulders, and you had a spectacular sight.

  If he’d expected her to melt into the landscape so he could kid himself that she belonged here, he could forget that fantasy right now. The minute he’d seen that cherry-red car, he’d realized his mistake. That red car had flashed like a stoplight, warning him to back off.

  Of course, he hadn’t been able to do that, obsessed as he was with her. So instead he’d needled her every chance he could get, and she’d fired right back at him with that smart mouth of hers. He was pretty well disgusted with himself. His tactics for getting her attention weren’t much more sophisticated than they had been at sixteen when he’d put a frog down her blouse.

  Still, he couldn’t seem to stop his sophomoric attempts to get her riled, and none of them seemed to be working worth a damn. So here they were at his brother’s wedding, Keely sitting in that wooden pew looking totally together and ravishing, and him turning into a heat-seeking missile counting down to launch. His need to make love to her was making him irrational about their relationship, or lack of one, and he vaguely realized that just enough to know that a hot babe like Keely was not interested in settling down on the ranch to play erotic games with him for the rest of her life. So now with that dream in the toilet, all he could think was that she’d leave tomorrow and return to her big-city job, and he would never, ever touch her naked body again.

  Oh, sure, she’d come back once in a while for a visit, but by then the gulf between them would be like the Grand Canyon. His last opportunity was tonight, when they only had to cross a little irrigation ditch.

  He thought he could talk her into an encore performance if he could get her alone. She’d been avoiding being alone with him, but avoidance had been easy with all the wedding stuff going on. The wedding would be over soon. Maybe sometime during the reception he’d get his chance. They had already set a precedent for wedding-reception hanky-panky. She might still be tuned to that channel.

  If he got lucky—and for the first time in his life that phrase really meant something to him—then he only had to remember one thing: He must not, under any circumstances, no matter how fantastic the experience, let it slip that he loved her.

  KEELY HAD FORGOTTEN how hot an Arizona summer could be, even at nine o’clock at night. Noah, Jonas and Arch had installed a misting system under the canopy they’d erected for the reception, but it didn’t affect the temperature much. Still, having the reception at the ranch in an outdoor setting had allowed more people to come, and the whole town had turned out. Apparently everyone was perfectly willing to sweat in order to be here.

  To be fair, part of her discomfort was her own fault. She would have stayed mucho cooler if she hadn’t insisted on dancing every blessed number the band played. But that wouldn’t have been her style.

  Besides, she needed to stay busy in order to forget that look she’d seen today on Noah’s face. He’d spent a fair amount of time glancing her way during the ceremony, and his speculative, worried frown told her more clearly than any words could have that he’d figured out she really didn’t belong here.

  The rebel in her had decided to underline that opinion and put about five exclamation points after it. The woman in her was trying to hold her heart together. Just about the time Noah had formed his opinion that she had no business staying in Saguaro Junction, she’d begun to think maybe she wanted to, after all. Murphy’s Law.

  She’d enjoyed being home more than she ever would have imagined and had begun to think of what it would be like to live here again. Yes, she would stand out, but while that had seemed terrible at nineteen, it sounded like fun at twenty-nine. She seemed to have outgrown the need to blend in.

  Nor would she have to give up her career. She could use the move to reposition herself at a different type of magazine, maybe one that ran exotic-travel features. Two publications she was thinking of were based in New York, but now that she had a decent résumé, she wouldn’t necessarily have to spend much time at the office. In fact, she could live anywhere there was Internet access.

  But she’d figured out from Noah’s expression during the wedding that he didn’t share any part of her reworked vision for the future. And so at the reception she’d flirted and laughed and completely ignored the only man she cared to build a future with. Outrageous behavior had always been her protection and it would serve her well again.

  Inevitably the band took a break. Thanking her latest conquest, she slipped away from him and headed over toward her sister. In her effort to forget Noah, she didn’t want to miss spending time with B.J. On the way over, she grabbed a glass of champagne and a paper napkin from a table. She wiped the napkin over t
he cool moisture on the flute and dabbed it against her throat.

  B.J. motioned her to a couple of folding chairs. “Whew,” she said, sinking down to the chair and arranging the full skirt of her wedding dress. “Maybe we should have waited until November for this shindig.”

  “Jonas wouldn’t have stood for it,” Keely said with a grin. “That man wants you bad.”

  “Yeah, he does.” B.J.’s gaze wandered over to where Jonas stood talking with Noah. “But I had to get around his preconceptions before he realized he was crazy about me.”

  “Now that you’ve brought it up, I’m dying to know how you managed that.”

  B.J. turned to her, looking virginal and pure in her white dress and lacy veil. “Anonymous sex.”

  Keely nearly dropped her champagne flute. “Excuse me?”

  “In a bad rainstorm I dodged into one of those caves we used to play in when we were kids. My horse had run away, so when Jonas ducked into the same dark cave, he didn’t know anyone was in there.”

  Keely laughed. “You must have scared the living daylights out of him.”

  “I did, but when I realized he didn’t know it was me, I pretended to be someone else and seduced him.”

  “No way!”

  “Yep. I did.”

  Keely stared at her sister in admiration. “Way to go, sis!”

  B.J. grinned. “It gets better. Before he left the cave, we agreed to meet secretly, and each time I made him wear a blindfold so he wouldn’t know who I was.”

  “Get outta town!” Keely shook her head in amazement. “You had total control of the situation. Now, that sounds like something I’d do.”

  “I know.” B.J. looked smug. “In fact, many times along the way I asked myself what you would do, and I did that. I had a blast.”

  “Cool.” She smiled at her sister. “I’m so glad you made it happen. You’re perfect for each other.”

  “So it seems.” B.J. gazed at Keely. “Listen, you can tell me to mind my own business if you want, but…what’s up with you and Noah? I keep picking up on all kinds of tension between you two.”

  Keely swallowed, thinking how much she longed for a confidante. And after all, her sister had confessed her secret. “We, um, sort of got involved in Vegas.”

  “You did?” B.J.’s blue eyes glowed with eagerness. “That sure explains a lot about his weird mood lately, and the singing telegram.”

  “Yeah, you told me he was the one who thought of that.”

  “He not only thought of it, he was there.”

  Keely was sure she must have misunderstood. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that he flew to L.A. and supervised the whole stunt, to make sure it went the way we’d planned. He stood just outside the door of your office where he could see you, but I guess you never noticed him.”

  Keely was stunned. “No. No, I sure didn’t.”

  “He pretended his being there was necessary, and we went along with it because we could tell from the beginning that he wanted to go over there and see you. I wondered at the time if something had happened in Vegas.”

  “Yeah, something happened in Vegas.” Keely sighed. “But we don’t belong together. He doesn’t want a wild child like me.”

  “Oh, you’re dead wrong there.”

  “Trust me, I’m not. His expression when he looks at me tells it all.”

  “Mmm.” B.J. glanced over to where Jonas and Noah stood. “By the way, can I have a sip of your champagne?”

  “Sure, but I can get you a whole glass. I—”

  “Don’t want a whole glass. I plan to treat Jonas to some fun and games tonight, and I don’t want to be fuzzy headed for that.” She winked as she handed the flute back to Keely. “Which brings me back to your comment. I don’t know what you’re reading into Noah’s expression, but it’s my opinion every man wants a wild child. Jonas sure does, and I’m having a great time turning into one.”

  “But that’s just it—on the outside you don’t seem wild at all. You know that old saying about being a naughty girl in the bedroom and a lady in the parlor. That’s what a man wants in a wife.”

  “Did Noah tell you that?”

  “No, but—”

  “Excuse me for saying so, Keely, but for a big sister and a city girl, you have some ideas that are seriously out of date. From what I’ve seen, Noah would take you any way he could get you.”

  “Then you’re not looking close enough,” Keely said. “Haven’t you noticed how standoffish and stuffy he’s been tonight?”

  “Well, duh!” B.J. said. “That’s exactly how he acted after that incident in the barn when you were sixteen and, according to Jonas, Noah wanted you so bad that summer he finally went rodeoing to try and get you out of his system. That’s how he gets when he wants something he thinks he can’t have—stuffy.”

  Keely stared at her sister. “He wanted me? But he was so awful to me!”

  “You were sixteen,” B.J. said gently. “A guy with principles as strong as Noah’s couldn’t have taken you up on your offer. But turning you down nearly killed him, which he disguised by being standoffish.”

  “Wow.” Keely thought of how she’d tortured herself with that rejection. Then she’d tortured Noah for revenge. “I guess I was so wrapped up in my own pain I didn’t even think he might be suffering, too.”

  “Feel better now?” B.J. asked.

  “You have no idea.” Her self-esteem felt healthier by the minute.

  “Oh, I think I do. I needed to know Jonas had suffered a little, too, after all he’d put me through.”

  “I understand.” Keely cast a sideways glance at Noah. Was it really possible that he not only wanted her, but that he loved her?

  “Listen, I have to warn you that Noah’s superglued to this place,” B.J. said. “So the question is, could you come back?”

  “Maybe.” Keely desperately wanted to believe B.J. was right about Noah’s feelings, but if she acted on the information and her sister was wrong, life wouldn’t be worth living. “I mean, I might come back, if it wouldn’t freak everybody out.”

  “I would dearly love it and so would Dad. And this town could use some freaking out, if you know what I mean.”

  Keely took a sip of champagne. “Are you sure? From what I’ve heard, Mom was kinda flamboyant, and I don’t think she was all that well received.”

  “The town’s grown up a lot,” B.J. said. “Besides, you’ve already done the ultimate with that centerfold,” she added with a grin. “Whatever else you come up with will be anticlimactic.”

  “Well, shoot, that’s no fun.”

  B.J. chuckled. “Or maybe not anticlimactic. What do I know? Anyway, here’s the deal—you have to take a chance and come on to Noah, instead of ignoring him like you’ve been doing. That won’t work.”

  Keely opened her mouth to object on the grounds that she might not survive the crash if Noah rejected her again.

  B.J. held up her hand to stave off her comment. “You don’t have to say it. Believe me, I know what it could cost you if the plan turns sour. I had to gamble, too, with no guarantee of winning.” She reached for Keely’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Can a little sister offer a big sister some advice?”

  Keely managed a smile, although her chest was tight with anxiety. “Sure.”

  “That stuff we were told when we were teenagers is wrong. The way to a man’s heart is not through his stomach. You have to aim a little lower.”

  Keely looked at B.J. and they both began to giggle. It felt like old times.

  NOAH HAD BEEN LOOKING for an opportunity to get Keely alone all night, but she seemed determined to dance with every man at the reception except him, and when she wasn’t doing that she was hanging out with B.J. or talking with Arch. Apparently she was still trying to avoid him.

  As he was wondering how to work around that, lo and behold, she walked in his direction. He knew he’d better act fast before she veered off to ask some other cowboy to dance, or one of them trotted over
to ask her. Striding forward, he caught her arm.

  Sensation zinged straight to his crotch. It was the first time he’d touched her since Vegas, and his body certainly remembered what to do with the information transmitted by her warm skin.

  He looked into her eyes and was encouraged by the glow he saw there. “Could we go somewhere to talk?”

  “We could.” Her voice was low and seductive. “But let’s not start any gossip like we did at the last reception.”

  That had to mean her mind was on the same track as his. His blood heated.

  “Let me leave first,” she murmured. “Give me five minutes or so before you leave. I’ll tell people I’m going back over to Dad’s to freshen up. I’ll meet you there.”

  “In your dad’s house?” He wasn’t so sure about that. He’d feel damn uncomfortable doing what he had in mind in her father’s little cabin.

  “Of course not, silly. I’ll meet you by my car.”

  Her car. Now, that had possibilities. “Okay.”

  “See you in a few.” Then she walked away from him with that little swing to her hips that always drove him around the bend.

  Noah had never spent a longer five minutes in his life. He had no idea what he said to the people he talked to during those five minutes, and he hoped nobody noticed how often he glanced at his watch. He checked his pocket at least twenty times to make sure the condom he’d stashed there earlier hadn’t somehow disappeared. Once again he was wearing rented clothes, and rented pockets could have holes.

  Finally he figured he could start after her. His excuse for leaving was to go find a bottle of aspirin. Consequently he walked in the front door of the ranch house and then slipped out the back. On the short trek over to her dad’s, he recited instructions to himself. Enjoy the moment. Remember the condom. Don’t tell her you love her.

  He didn’t see her beside the car, but he sure as heck saw a pair of black lace panties dangling from the radio antenna. His heart beat like crazy. Softly he called her name.