by Lori Foster
In a mumble totally unlike her usual decisive tone, Misty said, “My sister is new here. This is Sawyer’s house and—”
“Honey is new, but permanent. She can invite anyone here that she wants.” Misty had a lot to learn about them, first and foremost what family meant. When Honey became Sawyer’s wife, she became an equal member of that family.
Actually, Morgan thought, smiling a little inside, she’d been an accepted member of their family as soon as they’d all realized Sawyer loved her.
“But Sawyer might not care for—”
“Sawyer will love having you here. But truth is, the house belongs to all of us. My father built it back when he and my mother were married. When she and Gabe’s father retired, they decided to move to Florida, and we took over the upkeep of the house. Since grown men need some privacy, Gabe converted the basement into an apartment, and Jordan did the same with the rooms over the garage.”
She looked him over as if trying to figure him out. “But you still live in the house.”
“Yeah.” He could see the questions in her eyes and grinned. “I don’t, however, bring women here for overnight, if that’s what you’re asking. Casey is almost sixteen now, and he thinks he’s all grown up, but I still wouldn’t flaunt lovers in front of him. I remember being sixteen. Guys that age don’t need any help in the raging hormone department.”
She looked startled for a moment, then frowned. “Being raised in a house full of males must be ideal for a boy his age.”
Morgan shrugged. “We’ve done the best we could. But I know Casey loves the idea of having Honey around. Just as he’ll love the idea of you sticking close, too.”
“I don’t know, Morgan. I mean, the others…”
“It won’t be a problem. The only problem would be if I let you get away.”
She still didn’t look convinced, then she harked back to what he’d said earlier. “Gabe is your half brother?”
Morgan grinned, suddenly knowing how he’d reassure her. “Come here, Malone. I have a nice long tale to tell you.”
She snorted at that, but she did go ahead and seat herself—in a chair so he couldn’t sit beside her. He chose the couch, and realized they’d switched positions from earlier. He couldn’t remember ever grinning so much, but damn, she amused him with her constant advance and retreat. She was a mix of bravado and prudence, and he realized it was a potent combination, guaranteed to drive any man crazy.
“My father died when I was just a baby.” Her eyes widened and he laughed. “I know. Tough to imagine me as a squalling infant, huh?”
“The squalling part I can believe, but the idea of you ever being little boggles the mind. You’re just so—” her gaze skimmed his chest, his shoulders, then down to his thighs “—massive now.”
Because he had her attention, Morgan settled back and stretched out his long legs, then laced his fingers together on his stomach. Misty swallowed and slowly closed her eyes, so she didn’t see his grin. “I was still little when my mom remarried and had Jordan. But things didn’t work out and she divorced him.”
Her eyes snapped open. Looking more fascinated by the moment, Misty said, “After she had Gabe, you mean?”
“Nope.” He laughed outright at her confusion. “My father died in the war. He was my mother’s first real love, and she had a hard time getting over him. Then she met Jordan’s father. She was lonely and she had two sons to raise. She thought she loved him and married again. But not long after that he lost his job and started to drink. Things went from bad to worse. It wasn’t easy for her to work a job, care for three kids and put up with the small-town stigma of being a divorced widow with three sons.”
“I don’t imagine it would be.” Misty picked at a thread on her shorts, then admitted, “Even in this day and age, being a single mother has its problems. Not to mention being a mother of three. She must have a lot of courage.”
He said softly, “You have your own share of courage, sweetheart. Deciding to have the baby shows a lot of guts and determination.”
She changed the subject, or rather got it back on track. “Do you remember much of Jordan’s father?”
“Not really. I was only two when she married him, and I’ve never heard my mother complain much about those times. All she says is that he gave her Jordan, so she doesn’t regret a moment of it. But I’ve lived here my whole life and lots of people talk, mostly about how strong she was and how she’d gone off men completely after losing one and divorcing another.” He watched her closely. “I guess sort of like you claiming you don’t want anything to do with men now. A woman gets hurt like that, and it’s hard to ever trust again.”
He stared at her until she slowly lifted her gaze to meet his.
“I’m not hurt, Morgan. I keep telling you that. I’m just a little wiser, is all. My priorities right now are a job and security for the baby. I don’t need a man for that.”
But he wasn’t just any man, and he damn well wanted her to realize it. He went on with his story as if he hadn’t been sidetracked. “You know what I do remember? Sitting with her in the evening and reading books, coloring pictures or sometimes making cookies. She worked damn hard, but she was never too tired to talk with us or to give us hell if she caught us fighting.”
Misty gave him a pointed look. “Us, meaning you most likely. Somehow I don’t see the others getting into as much mischief as you likely did.”
Morgan shrugged. “True. I’ve always been a bit of a hell-raiser—something Mom claims I inherited from my father’s side of the family, though I’ve seen her riled a few times so I’m not buying it. As to the others, Sawyer’s always been serious and a bona fide overachiever. There aren’t too many men I know who could have cared for a baby and finished up med school without missing a beat. Even with our help, he had his hands full, but he never complained.”
Misty sighed. “Sawyer is the exception. Most men would run from that kind of responsibility.”
For some reason that observation irritated Morgan beyond all reason. “You haven’t known enough good men to make that judgment.”
Her laugh was a little sad. “That’s true enough, I suppose.” Then she smiled at him, a real smile that affected him like a stroke in just the right place. “I think it’s wonderful that you’re all so close. My father isn’t that way at all. If it wasn’t for Honey…”
“I know. She’s told me a lot about him, and about how close you both are because of it.” Morgan wished she’d open up a little with him, but her smile was gone and she now had that closed look on her face that he recognized all too well. He said carefully, “Being that you are so close, aren’t you just a bit pleased by the idea of having her nearby?”
She ignored his question to ask one of her own. “So what about Gabe? I gather he wasn’t found under a rock?”
“Sometimes I wonder. But my mother is still married to Brett Kasper, and he’s Gabe’s father.”
She studied him closely. “You all look different, but I never realized…. I mean, well, you and Sawyer do have similar looks, except that you’re an imposing hulk and he’s not.”
“Gee thanks.”
She waved that away. “You have the same dark hair, and there’s something about the shape of your jaws. Stubborn, you know?”
“I’ve heard that, yes.”
“But now Gabe, with that blond hair and those incredible electric blue eyes—”
“Malone,” he said in warning.
“And Jordan has brown hair and green eyes and his voice is so—” she shivered “—seductive.”
“You’re pushing me again, Malone.”
Misty started laughing, and Morgan realized she’d been deliberately baiting him. He smiled with her. “Do I need to start worrying about my brothers’ virtue again?”
“Ha! None of you have any virtue left, and you know it.”
“Not true. Virtue and chastity are not the same thing at all.”
She chuckled again, shaking her head in feigned disbelie
f. Whether she realized it yet or not, she liked him, and she’d like being with him. Morgan spoke his thoughts aloud without even thinking about it. “Hearing you laugh is much nicer than hearing you cry.”
Just like that, she stiffened up on him. Color darkened her cheeks, and her eyes narrowed. “If you hadn’t been sneaking around this morning, you wouldn’t have been subjected to hearing me cry.”
Embarrassing her hadn’t been his intent. He lowered his voice to a soothing growl. “I wasn’t complaining, Malone, except that I don’t like seeing you unhappy.”
She sat forward, her brows lifted in mock surprise. “Oh, I see. That’s why you announced to everyone that I’m pregnant, because you thought it would somehow make me happy?”
“No. But I knew going off on your own wouldn’t make you happy, either. If anything, it would’ve made you more miserable.”
“I am not miserable.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “I stand corrected. And before you run away in a huff, do you want me to tell you the happy ending to my mother’s story?”
“With your idea of happy, I’m not at all sure.”
In a persuasive tone, he suggested, “Try trusting me just a little, Malone.”
“No, never.”
She was determined not to give an inch, and it frustrated him beyond measure. “You’re awfully fond of that particular saying.”
“Only when I’m around you.”
He gave a drawn-out sigh at her stubbornness, then went on. “It took a long time, and Brett Kasper had to work real hard to get around my mother’s resolve after losing one man and divorcing another, but he finally won her over. You never saw a more dedicated man than Brett. When my mom gave him the cold shoulder, he cozied up to us boys instead. Mom didn’t stand a chance.”
“You mean he manipulated events like you’re trying to do with me?”
“Whatever works, Malone.” When she growled, he gave her a small smile. His mother had supposedly been as against involvement as Misty, but she’d gotten turned around by the right man. He liked to think the same could be true of Misty. “I’ll have you know, they’ve been married for some time now. You’d have met them at the wedding except Brett had a few health problems and couldn’t travel, and my mom wouldn’t leave him. He’s okay now, nothing serious, but the doc still wants him to rest and Sawyer seconded that, so they missed the wedding. As soon as they can, though, they’ll come for a visit.”
“She sounds…incredible.”
“She’s as stubborn as a pit bull when you get her nettled, which luckily doesn’t happen often. But for the most part, she’s a woman who likes to laugh and isn’t afraid to show how much she cares. She’s going to love Honey. She’s been waiting for one of us to give her a daughter by marriage. I think she’s hoping for lots of granddaughters, too.” He grinned. “She says I was such a trial, she’s ready for something easier—like girls.”
“I can believe that!”
Morgan leaned forward and caught her hand. “Do you see the point, Malone? You aren’t the first person to make a mistake, but in time, you’ll forget your reservations about men.”
She started to speak, but he cut her off, already knowing what she would say. Her insistence that she wanted nothing to do with men was almost more than he could take. “So what do you say we join the others?”
She closed her eyes and groaned. “I don’t know. The thought of facing your brothers again is enough to make my stomach jumpy.”
Morgan considered that, then shrugged. “So don’t face them. At least, not for long, and not today. Tell me you’ll take the job, then we can go into town and get things set up for you. It’s a good excuse and you can have a few hours to get used to the idea before sitting down with them all at dinner tonight. I can show you around town, and all in all, we can waste most of the day.”
She bit her lip while scrutinizing him. “You don’t have anything else you need to do?”
“Nope. Sunday is my day off. If anything comes up, someone will call, otherwise I’m free.”
She still hesitated. “I don’t know. It seems pretty fishy to me that this job just suddenly came available.”
He still held her hand, and now he smoothed her knuckles with his thumb, marveling at how such a stubborn and defensive woman could feel so soft and delicate. He could just imagine those small hands on his body, and it made him crazy. He cleared his throat. “The job was always there, only I didn’t want to hire anyone for it.”
“Why?”
“Too many women were applying just to get close to me.” She laughed hilariously and he waited, pretending to be affronted. When she finally quieted, he cocked a brow. “It’s true. I’m considered something of a catch, only I’d rather do the catching for myself.”
“That’s right. You said you’re looking for a wife.”
Her bald statement gave him pause. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by the idea. “Not actively,” he muttered, “just giving it some thought.” The idea of a wife wasn’t something he wanted to discuss with Misty, especially since he’d all but forgotten that plan since meeting her. She kept him far too preoccupied for rational contemplation of the future. “And the last thing I need while I’m trying to work is a woman who’s set on seducing me.”
“I suppose if she breathes, you’d consider it a come-on?”
“Ah, you have no faith in me, Malone. I told you, the effect you have is totally unique. Contrary to your dirty little mind, I don’t run around jumping every woman in the area. Hell, I have to live here, and I’m the sheriff—a respected position, you know. I have to set an example.” He squeezed her hand. “Unfortunately I can’t seem to remember that around you.”
His honesty had her pink-cheeked again. He loved how she blushed, how her eyes turned bluer and her lips pressed together in a prim line. She was bold, and she gave as good as she got, but any talk of intimacy flustered her.
Damn, but he wanted to kiss her silly.
“If all that’s true, Morgan,” she fairly sputtered, “if I really affect you like that, why in the world would you want me around the office?”
“Because it solves a dilemma for both of us.” He used his in-command tone, the one that made people sit up and take notice of his official position as sheriff. “You need a job, and I need a worker who won’t be jumping my bones, interfering with my schedule and causing a scandal. You’ve made it pretty clear you plan to resist my bones, so…” He didn’t admit his hope that her resistance wouldn’t last long. “It’s an ideal trade-off.”
She considered that for a long moment, then finally nodded. “Okay. I can try the job, I suppose. On one condition.”
The restriction in his chest immediately lightened, though he hadn’t even noticed how tight it felt until she said she’d stay. “Let’s hear it.”
“I want you to fix my car. I will not be left here without transportation.”
She stared at him defiantly until he nodded. “I can do that, but I have a condition of my own.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
He tugged her slightly closer, holding her gaze. “I want your promise that if you decide to leave, you’ll tell me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You can’t keep me here against my will, Morgan.”
“I’m all too aware of that unfortunate fact. And I won’t even try. But if you decide to leave I want to know it.”
“I wasn’t really sneaking this time—”
“Malone.”
“Oh, all right. I promise. But fix my car today.”
He nodded. “And my other suggestion?”
“What other suggestion?”
He looked at her mouth, so sweetly lush and very kissable, then at her full breasts pressing against the pale yellow camisole—just as kissable. He saw how she tucked her long slender legs beneath her, how smooth her thighs were, lightly tanned. Even her shoulders were sexy, making his tongue nearly stick to the roof of his mouth. “I’ll stake a claim for all to see, and that
’ll keep interested males at bay.”
Dark lashes swept down over her eyes to avoid his gaze. She subtly tugged her hand away from his and stood. “I don’t know, Morgan.”
He got up and stood very close behind her. “We will be involved, Malone, in an arrangement.” She stiffened and he caught her shoulders before she could move away. “The type of arrangement is nobody’s business but our own. I’m not coercing you into bed.”
“As if you could.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No!”
He smiled at her anxious tone. “We’ll be partners of a sort. You said you were through with men.”
“Completely.”
“Well, pretending to be mine ought to take care of other men hitting on you, and I’ll have some much needed help at the office.”
She shook her head while he stared at her nape, exposed by her upswept hair. He imagined kissing her there, watching her tremble. He couldn’t push her now or she’d walk out the door, and she was right, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop her.
“That attitude is archaic, Morgan.”
His newfound possessive streak was archaic, but he was dealing with it. Barely.
He rubbed her shoulders, relishing the warmth of her skin. His thumbs brushed the back of her neck to the base of her skull, lulling her, soothing her. “Look at it this way, Malone,” he added in a whisper, “all your problems will be temporarily solved. And if you think this would be hard on you, just think of what it’ll do to me.”
“What?”
She sounded intrigued, and he hid his smile. “I want you, so you can figure it out, I’m sure. Given that you seem to take sadistic delight in making me miserable, the idea ought to appeal to you.”
The torment would be worthwhile, he thought. He could spend a good deal of his time shoring up their ruse by getting closer to her. He knew, even if she didn’t, that they’d eventually end up in bed. The chemistry between them was just too strong, no matter how hard she tried to deny it.