by Lori Foster
No, she’d rather go it alone than go to her father.
She was still frowning, deep in thought, when Morgan handed her a tall, cold glass of orange juice. The juice looked wonderful, and she accepted it gladly. Sipping, she said, “I thank you—at least for the drink.”
Morgan seated himself beside her and crossed his long arms over his massive chest. With his dark frown and set jaw, he looked belligerent and antagonistic. She didn’t like his attitude at all.
She liked him even less.
Knowing he hated it when she acted brazen, and hoping he’d go away and leave her alone with her misery, she said, “You know, you really should show a little more decorum. Running around half naked is almost barbaric. Especially for a man built like you.”
He blinked in surprise, and his brows smoothed out. “A man built like me?”
“Yeah, you know.” She glanced at his hard, hair-covered chest, felt a shot of heat straight through the pit of her stomach and raised her brows. “All muscle-bound. You do that to attract the women? Because while I appreciate the sight of your sexy body, I’m not at all attracted.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to distract me, Malone?”
She sighed. “No, I’m being honest. You’re an incredibly good-looking man, Morgan. And evidently a pushy one, too. But I’m not interested in any man, for any reason. I’m through with the lot of you—for good. Besides, I’m leaving today, and with any luck, you’ll be long married with kids of your own and moved away before I ever visit again.” She nodded at his chest once more. “You’re wasting the excellent display on the likes of me.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, considering most of what you just said was bunk. You are interested—at least in me.” His voice dropped, and he looked her over slowly. She felt the touch of his gaze like a stroke of heat, from the top of her thighs to the base of her throat. “Last night proved that.”
Misty swallowed hard, feeling a new sensation in her belly that wasn’t at all unpleasant. “Last night was an aberration. I’ve had a lot on mind and you took me by surprise.”
He let that slide without comment. “The part about me moving out is true enough, though. But I won’t be far. The house on the hill? That’s mine. It’ll be ready to move into soon.”
She couldn’t see the house from here, but she remembered admiring it when she first arrived. It wasn’t quite as large as this one, but it was still impressive. She wondered if he already had the wife picked out, too, but didn’t ask. “Good for you.”
Tilting his head, his look still far too provocative, Morgan said, “I’m curious about this professed disinterest of yours, especially considering your condition.”
“My condition?” She hated how he said that—just as her father had, just as her fiancé had—with something of a sneer. She wanted the baby and she wouldn’t apologize for having it, not to anyone, and certainly not to him. “It’s not a disease, you know.”
His gaze hardened. “When’re you getting married, Malone?”
The words were casual, almost softly spoken, but they sounded lethal. And his stare was so intent, so burning, she looked at his chest instead of meeting his eyes. “None of your business.”
“I’m making it my business.”
The juice did wonders for settling her nausea and she finally felt more herself. Morning sickness was the pits, and she hoped she got past that stage soon, though now that the worst had happened and she’d been sick in front of Morgan, anything else had to be an improvement. “You do that a lot, do you? Butt in where you’ve got no business being? I bet that’s why you took the position of sheriff. It gives you a legal right to nose around into other people’s affairs.”
He looked off to the distance, and Misty, following his gaze, saw that the sun was beginning its slow climb into the sky. It was a beautiful sight, sending a crimson glow across the placid surface of the lake, bringing a visual warmth that had her feeling better already. She sighed, knowing she’d never forget this place and how incredibly perfect it seemed.
Then Morgan spoke again, reminding her of a major flaw to the peaceful setting. Him.
“We can sit here until everyone else joins us if you want, but I got the impression you’re keeping your departure a secret.”
She sighed again, actually more of a huff. “You’ve got no right to badger me about something that is none of your damn business, Morgan.”
“You’re family now,” he explained with a straight face. “That gives me all the rights I need.”
Something that ludicrous deserved her undivided attention. She stared at him, almost speechless, but not quite. “Family? Get real.”
He looked her over slowly, and she knew, even before he told her, that he was making a point. “Oh, you’re family, all right, because if you weren’t, we’d never have left that damn gazebo, that is, not until things ended in a way that we’d both have enjoyed. A lot.”
The tone of his voice, both aggressive and persuasive, sank into her bones. Her stomach flip-flopped and her toes curled. Damn him, how could he do this to her now, when she’d just been sick, when she didn’t like him, when he didn’t much care for her? It wasn’t fair that of all the men in all the world, Morgan Hudson had this singular effect on her.
But then, little in her life had been fair lately.
She shook her head, denying both him and herself. “You’re twisting things around—”
“I’m stating a fact.”
“The fact is that you want me as far from your family as you can manage!”
His shrug was negligent, but his gaze was hard. “As you pointed out, everyone else feels differently. Jordan even offered you a job.”
“Which I refused.”
His brows shot up. “You did?”
He sounded surprised, but then, she had been purposely harassing him by letting him think otherwise. That had been childish, and not at all smart. She sighed. “Of course I did.”
“Why?”
Exasperated by his suspicious tone, she explained, “This’ll be a shock, I’m sure, but I’m not the party girl you seem to think I am, Morgan. I realize both your brothers were likely just fooling around, but I don’t intend to take any chances. I’m not interested in fun and games, and as I already told you, I’m even less interested in being serious with someone. I didn’t want to accidentally encourage either of them, so I thanked Jordan for the offer, but declined, and I told Gabe I had other responsibilities and couldn’t hang around any longer. So you can relax your vigil. Both your brothers are safe from my evil clutches.”
He didn’t react to her provocation this time, choosing instead to hark back to his earlier question. “When are you getting married?”
He wouldn’t give up, she could tell. He looked settled in and disgruntled and determined. She was so tired of fighting men, her ex-fiancé, her ex-boss, even the damn lawyers and the judge. Maybe once she told Morgan everything, he’d be glad to be rid of her. She slumped into her seat, all fight gone. “I give up. You win.”
He didn’t gloat, and he didn’t sound exactly pleased with himself. He was simply matter-of-fact in his reply. “I always do.” Then more quietly, “When are you getting married?”
“I’m not.” She felt him studying her and she twisted to face him so she could glare right back. “I’m not getting married, okay? There’s no groom, no wedding, no happily ever after. Satisfied now?”
There was a sudden stillness, then Morgan relaxed, all the tension ebbing out of him, his breathing easier, his expression less stern. She hadn’t even realized he was holding himself so stiffly until he returned to his usual cocky self. He uncrossed his arms to spread one over the back of the swing, nearly touching her shoulder, and he shifted, all his big muscles sort of loosening and settling in.
In a tone meant to clarify, he asked, “You’re not getting married?”
“What, do you want it written in blood? I’m not getting married. The very idea is repugnant. I have absolutely no int
erest in marriage.”
“I see.” The aggression was gone, replaced by something near to sympathy, and to Misty, that was even worse. “What happened to the father of the baby?”
Why not, she thought, fed up with fending him off. “He found out he was going to be a father and offered me money for an abortion.” She wouldn’t look at him. The humiliation and pain she’d felt that day was still with her. It had been the worst betrayal ever—or so she’d thought, until she’d lost her job. “I refused, he got angry, and we came to an agreement.”
“What agreement?”
“I wouldn’t bother him with the baby, and he wouldn’t bother with me.”
The swing kept moving, gently, lulling her, and though Morgan was silent, it didn’t feel like a condemning silence as much as a contemplative one. Finally he asked, “How long have you been sick in the mornings?”
“Only for a few weeks. And before you ask, yes, I’ll tell Honey. But not now. She has a tendency to worry about me, to play the role of big sister even though I’m only a year younger than her. She’s so happy with Sawyer now, she doesn’t need to hear about my problems just yet.”
His fingers gently touched her hair, smoothing it. It was clearly a negligent touch, as if he did it without thought. When she glanced at him, she saw he was watching her closely.
“Will the baby be a problem?”
“No! I want the baby.”
His gaze softened. “That’s not what I mean.”
Lifting her chin, she said, “If you’re asking me if I’ll be a good mother, I hope so. I don’t have much experience, but I intend to do my absolute best.”
“No, I wasn’t accusing you of anything or questioning your maternal instincts.” He smiled slightly. “I just wonder if you know what you’re getting into. Babies are a full-time job. How do you intend to work and care for it, too, without any help?”
She shook her head. Since she didn’t even have a job at present, she didn’t have an answer for him.
“Will you be able to get a leave of absence?”
The irony of that question hit her and she all but laughed. Instead, she turned her face away so he couldn’t see how lost she felt.
Morgan touched her cheek. “Malone?”
“Isn’t this interrogation about over?”
“I don’t think so. So why don’t you make it easy on yourself and just answer my questions?”
“Somehow I don’t think this conversation is going to be easy on me no matter what I do.”
He got quiet over that. “I don’t mean to make things difficult for you.”
“Don’t you?”
“I didn’t create this situation, Malone, and the attraction isn’t one-sided. Will you at least admit that much?”
She didn’t want to, but saw no point in denying it. “Yeah, so? I think the fact I’m pregnant and without a groom shows my judgment to be a bit flawed, so don’t let it go to your head.”
His large hand cupped the back of her skull, his fingers gently kneading. The tenderness, after his previous attitude, was startling. “Everyone makes a mistake now and then. You’re not the first.”
“Which mistake are we referring to? Me being pregnant, or my response to you?”
Again, he was quiet.
She decided to make a clean break, to finish her confessions and get away before she became morose again. She slapped her palms on her thighs, turned to him with a take-charge air and said, “Okay. You’ve worn me down. Besides, the sun is almost completely up. Everyone will be waking soon, and I hope to get out of here before that. I’d just as soon avoid the lengthy goodbyes if I can. So tell me, Sheriff, what other intrusive questions do you have for me before I’m formally dismissed?”
Again, he easily ignored her sarcasm. “How far along are you? You sure as certain don’t look pregnant.”
She laughed shortly. “Yeah, just think, if I did look pregnant we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation right now!”
“Malone?”
“Three months.” She gave him a crooked grin. “From what I understand, I may not start to show until my fifth, maybe even my sixth month. By then, I’ll be a distant memory for you, Morgan.”
“But you’re sure you are—”
“Had the test, so yes, I’m sure. Besides, I feel the pregnancy in other ways.”
His gaze went unerringly to her breasts, now thoroughly hidden beneath her sexless robe. Still, she practically squirmed with the need to shield herself with her hands. She resisted the telltale reaction. “Yep, I’m bigger now,” she said, doing her best to sound flippant, unaffected. Trying not to blush. Her glasses slipped a bit, and she pushed them back up.
“What about your job?”
Hedging, she asked, “What about it?”
“It occurs to me that I don’t know all that much about you.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Now there’s a revelation for you. Of course, anytime you don’t know something, you just fill it in with fiction.”
He touched her cheek with the back of one finger and his expression was regretful. “I admit to making some pretty hasty assumptions. But you haven’t helped, Misty, coming on the way you did.”
“I didn’t—”
“Yeah, you did.” He smiled just a little, making her heart twist. “You flirt with everyone.”
She sighed. “True enough. I was trying to act cheerful and worry-free so Honey wouldn’t suspect anything. Maybe I overdid it just a bit.”
“And maybe I want you bad enough that all you have to do is breathe and it seems like a seduction. At least to me.”
Her gaze shot to his face; she was speechless.
“It’s true, you know. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman the way I do you.” His hand opened and his palm cupped her cheek. “Even now, with you looking like a maiden aunt and after you tossed your cookies in the bushes. Even knowing you’re pregnant with another man’s baby, I still want you.”
She shook her head, words beyond her.
“I know. It’s a damnable situation, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.” She was resolute, driven by her emotional fear. “I’m leaving, this morning, right now if you’ll just stop questioning me and let me leave without a fuss.”
“It’s not that easy, Malone, now that I know you’re in trouble.”
“Such an old-fashioned sentiment! Unmarried pregnant women are no longer in trouble. They’re just…pregnant.” She gave a negligent shrug.
“All right, if you say so.” He looked far from convinced. “So quit hedging and reassure me. Where do you work?”
Knowing that, as sheriff, it would be easy enough for him to check, and not doubting for a moment that he probably would, she sniffed and said, “I only recently left Vision Videos.”
“Vision Videos?”
“A small, privately owned video store. It’s located in the town I…used to live in.” She sincerely hoped he missed her small hesitation. The idea of being homeless was still pretty new to her. “It’s very small scale, only three employees besides the owner, but the store did incredible business. He’d planned to open another location by the end of the summer and I was going to run it for him.”
“But you’re not now?”
“Now, I’m in the process of reevaluating my options.”
He stared, and his softly stroking fingers went still. With disbelief ringing from every word, he said, “You’re unemployed?”
“Momentarily, yes.”
His eyes narrowed. “By choice? Because I’ll tell you, if your boss fired you for being pregnant, that’s against the law….”
“No, he didn’t fire me for that.”
Morgan’s back stiffened, and his scowl grew darker. “But he did fire you?”
“Actually…yes.”
“Why?”
“He…well, he accused me of doing something I didn’t do.”
“Damn it, Malone,” he suddenly burst out, his irritation evident, his patience a
t an end. “It’s like pulling snake teeth to get you to tell the whole—”
“All right!” She shot to her feet, every bit as annoyed as he was. Hands on her hips, she faced him. “All right, damn it. I was convicted of stealing from him. Three hundred dollars. But I didn’t do it, only they believed that I did!”
Morgan stood, too, and now he looked livid. “They?”
She waved a hand. “The owner, the lawyer I had to hire, the despicable judge. Everyone.”
Very slowly, Morgan reached out and took hold of her shoulders. “Tell me what happened.”
Misty had no idea if he was angry with her or the situation. She tried to shrug his hands away, but he held on. Her temper was still simmering, though, and she was in no mood for his attitude, so she jerked away and then sat on the swing, giving a hard kick to make it move. Morgan grabbed the swing to stop it and sat beside her. “I’m waiting.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. He made her feel vulnerable and defensive when she had no reason to feel either one. “Not long after I found out I was pregnant and Kent, my ex, bailed out, I was at work and the cash came up short. The woman who’d worked before me had signed out and made her deposit, so the money had to have been taken during my shift. Only I didn’t take it and I don’t know where it went. I was in the bathroom—” She glanced at him. “Pregnant women spend a lot of time in the bathroom.”
He made a face. “Go on.”
“Anyway, there was no one in the store, so I made a quick run to the bathroom, and when I came back out, my boss and his girlfriend were just coming in. He was royally ticked that I’d left the counter, even after I explained that the store was empty and that I’d hurried. We argued, because he said I’d missed too much work lately, as well. See, I’d come in late twice, because of the morning sickness. Anyway, he was in a foul mood and being unreasonable, to my mind. I’d never been late or missed work before. Not ever. That’s why he was going to make me a manager of the new store, because I was a good worker and dependable and all that.”
“Get to the point, Malone.”
She wanted to smack him. Instead, she said, “He checked the drawer and found out the money was missing. I still can’t believe he accused me of stealing it. I’d been working for him for two years. I did everything, from inventory to decorations to promotion to sales to orders. I’m the one that helped that business do so well! I thought he trusted me.”