“No, his car pulled up and that ended our conversation. “Mercy, why would you tell the man no about having a drink or two after work? There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Never mind, Dave. You’d never understand. Thanks for filling me in. I appreciate your help. You should get back to work. I’ve taken up too much of your time on this silly thing as it is. Bye now,” I say then end the call before he can try to dive into my personal life any further.
The daycare comes into view and my heart sputters as I think about the kids and wonder how their day went. I love those little midgets!
I hope they don’t protest too much that I have to stop off at the house and change my clothes. I can’t go into Pizza Palace dressed like this. I do foresee a fight, though.
As I pull into the parking area, I think about that awesome Jag and the awesome man who was behind the wheel. His fast driving was dangerous and he’s nowhere near the kind of man I would need in my life.
I need a safe man who’s responsible and great with kids. I need a man who drives slow and watches out for other traffic. A real defensive driver is what I need in my life. Not a reckless man who thinks he’s invincible.
No, Jude Hurst is not the man for me. There may not be a man for me after all. It might be me and the kids forever and ever.
Oh my, that sounds a little depressing, doesn’t it?
Maybe I should think about finding a man. Not Jude Hurst, of course. But someone to share my nights with. Not that I have room in my nights anyway. Not with getting up to take Mia to the bathroom at least twice a night.
No, I’m better off alone. The kids need me.
Chapter 6
JUDE
Armed with the knowledge that Mercy Noland is free of any men, I’m making my plan to find her this weekend. A little chance encounter might break open some of that person she has closed off.
The guy at the spa who works for her gave me some insight into the woman. She’s extremely professional at all times. He’s never witnessed even one occasion in the last couple of years since she took over the management of the facility where she lost her cool.
I’d like to see that woman lose her cool just for a little while. Screaming my name as I pleasure her is where I’d like to see her lose it. By the way the guy talked, he’s never known of any man in her life these last couple of years.
That makes me highly interested in her. Almost like a virgin, fresh and ready to be picked. She thinks she can throw me off. But I’m a long time hunter and she’s in for a surprise with me.
An infinite amount of patience is required in hunting and I have all the patience I need to make her mine. She has no idea about me. I get what I set my eyes on. Always.
My sights are set on her now. She is essentially, my prey. I have many tricks to catch my quarry. I’m above nothing when it comes to getting what I’m after.
Pulling into the private road that leads to our family estate, I see my father has purchased a few more Longhorn cattle to reside on the left side of the road. A black and white one and two red and white ones. All have extremely long horns and seem to be getting along well with the other eight he already had.
The members of my family have different things they collect. Dad has his cattle of various breeds he keeps separated by miles of fences. Mom has her little dogs. Also of various breeds. They are not separated at all and roam freely all over the house.
Mom has a maid just for the dogs and the clean-up required as they rarely like to venture outdoors to do their business. Even though they have a yard exclusively for them and that business they do a hell of a lot of.
My younger brother, Zeek, collects antique cars. My sister, Rose, collects porcelain dolls. She’s twenty-four-years-old with a room that adjoins hers and it’s full of her dolls. It’s weird if you ask me.
Then there’s the youngest of us all, my baby brother, Ram, he’s twenty-one and as wild as they come. He collects motorcycles. He also rides them wherever and whenever he can. He’s a daredevil who’s broken several bones in his young life.
I collect guns. I have so many guns, I had to use the spare bedroom next to mine for them. Six gun-safes hold my personal arsenal in that room that I keep locked up tight.
It was my mother’s father who taught me how to hunt. I was the first born and he took me under his wing when I was just five years old. I’d go sit with him in his hunting blind.
Depending on what time of the year it was, we’d hunt everything from deer to squirrels. He also taught me how to clean and prepare them. We never wasted a thing on the animals we took.
I miss that old man. I lost him five years ago to cancer. He taught me so much about nature and how to respect it. None of my brothers or sister ever wanted to go with Grampa. They found hunting boring.
Not me, though. I loved it. A bad day of hunting is better than a good day of work. One day, I hope to have a son or two to pass down what all Grampa taught me. Though I haven’t even begun to settle down yet.
I haven’t found the right woman for me. Everyone I know is wealthy and spoiled in ways I don’t care for. I know I’m spoiled too. I’ve gotten every single thing I’ve ever asked for.
Well, now that you count Miss Mercy Noland and her not giving me what I want, I can’t say I’ve gotten every single thing I’ve ever asked for, anymore. I’ll have to change that.
As I pull up, I hear my old hunting dog I inherited from Grampa barking as he hears my car pull up. The old hound dog knows the sound of my car and he only gets excited when he hears me pull up. He could give less than a shit about any other member of our household.
Well, that’s not entirely true. He likes the cook, Mrs. Juarez, too. But that’s only because she gives him all the bones he could ever want. He has his own yard right off the kitchen and his weight is showing that as he waddles around to the driver’s side door to greet me.
Rubbing his red head, I say, “How’s my puppy, Sebastien?”
He makes odd little growls and groans as his answer which I assume means he’s seen better days. He follows me along to go inside the mansion. It’s a large three story number that my parents have added onto at least three times since I can remember.
All of us have our own suite of rooms and my old dog follows me as I go toward mine. A shrill cry has us both groaning as it hurts our ears. I see Ariel has made it home first.
I didn’t even notice the limo out front. “What are you doing here? Where’s the car?” I ask.
“I let it go. I don’t want to go alone, Jude. I want you to go with me. Since you won’t, I told the driver to leave. I kept the vouchers, though. That way you and I can still go out and have fun. Only you can drive us. Doesn’t that sound better?” she asks as she waves the cards around.
I hold out my hand and ask, “Can I see those?”
She hands the cards over to me as she walks toward the guest house. “I’ll be getting ready. I want you to wear something better than that suit. It has no tie or anything. I’m thinking since that one club is private that you should wear a tux. I like the way you look in a tux anyway.”
I spot Mercy’s name on the back of one of the cards and underneath it, there’s a little note saying to call her with the amount of the bill and there’s a phone number. It might be her cell phone.
I cross my fingers that I’m right as I walk up the staircase that leads to wing of the house my rooms are located in. Ariel finally figures out that I’m ignoring her and turns to look at me with a loud yell, “Did you hear me, Jude?”
I nod and walk up the stairs. There’s no way I’m going to take her anywhere. I have my sights set on Mercy and Mercy, alone.
She seems to be the kind of woman who wouldn’t give the time of day to a man she sees as a player. To get her attention, I will have to camouflage myself as a one-woman man.
It’s not that I couldn’t be one. I can be whatever I want after all. I’ve just never seen fit to before. And after I find out more about the young woman, I may release h
er back into the singles pit where she came from. Or I might keep her as a trophy. Then again, I might make her my pet.
One never knows what they’ll do with their prey once they’ve managed to trap them!
Chapter 7
MERCY
With both kids in the giant pit of plastic balls, I take the time to myself to use my cell phone to Goggle Jude Hurst. And just like that, I see a few pictures of him on social media.
His Facebook page has a link to it so I click it and the next thing I know I’m stalking his page.
What am I doing?
Well, I am here anyway so I may as well see what he’s really about. The first thing I notice is his profile picture is new. Like today new. He’s wearing the brown suit he had on earlier and that same little smile that makes people think he knows something no one else does.
He has a lot of friends on his page and I have to say most of them seem to be wealthy too. There are a hell of a lot of pictures of people on yachts and private jets and in exotic places. No, I am not in his league at all!
Then I see one picture of him wearing camouflage with his arm around an old man who is also wearing similar gear. An old, red bloodhound is standing in front of them with a duck in its mouth. Jude’s grin goes from one ear to the other and he seems to be very happy.
A few more pictures are here with him doing some type of hunting in them. So the man is a hunter. I didn’t call that one. I mean, the wealthy men I’ve seen at the spa don’t seem the hunter type. But then again I have a mindset that most men who hunt are named Bubba and have long beards and smell kind of funny.
Jude didn’t smell funny at all. Quite the opposite, he smelled wonderful.
Stop!
I have got to stop thinking about this man. Not only am I not in his league, he’s not what I need or want. He’s a fast man and I know he only wants to get into my pants then he’ll leave me wanting more as he goes off to Peru or Russia on his next billionaire excursion.
That will leave me heartbroken at home with two little kids. I couldn’t even drink my pain away after he leaves me because I have to stay sober to take care of my niece and nephew.
No, he’s a risk. He’s a heartbreaker. He’s dangerous. But damn it, he’s hot.
Oh, look here. It says he has a Master’s Degree in Kinesiology. Maybe that’s why he’s so well built. Here’s a picture with his shirt off and oh, Lord!
My body just went about ten degrees hotter and I can’t seem to take my eyes off the picture of the man with massive muscles all over his chest and those abs! He’s built like a statue.
He can’t be real. That picture has to have been doctored. No man is that perfect. No man!
My cell rings and I find myself juggling it as it startles me. Once I have it steady back in my hands I see it’s a local number that I don’t recognize. But it could be important so I answer it, “Mercy Noland here.”
“Well, hey there, Mercy Noland. Guess who this is?”
The sound of the male voice on the other end is soft, deep, the tiniest bit gravelly, and I know who it is immediately.
“How did you get my private number?” I ask.
“How do you think?” he asks back.
I pop my forehead with my palm and remember that my cell number was on the back of the voucher for the private club so I could pay the bill over the phone for that bitch tonight.
“So, you found my number. Are you two having fun? I hope you are. I meant for you too. Is Miss Harmsworth doing better? I hope she is. I want to apologize again for her injury. It was a misfortunate accident. Please tell her..”
“Mercy,” he says, cutting me off. “I’m not with her. I’m in my bedroom thinking about you. And it sounds like you’re at some badass club having a great time. So tell me where you are and let me come join you.”
He could not be more wrong about where I am and it makes me laugh, “Ha! I’m not at a club. And I’m leaving soon, anyway. It’s getting late, I have to get back home.”
“It’s eight o’clock, Mercy,” he says with a deep chuckle that makes my toes curl it's so manly and sexy and my Lord I have to stop thinking about him like that.
“Already?” I ask as I really had no idea it had gotten so late.
The kids still need baths and the house is fifteen minutes away and they need to be in bed by eight-thirty or they’ll be so cranky and then it’ll be hard to get them to sleep.
“Already?” he asks, chuckling again. “Mercy, that’s not late at all. Not one bit. Now, come on and let me in on where you are so I can come see you. I miss you already.”
A little chill runs through me with his choice of words. Then I shake that off and realize he’s such a player. “Miss me? You don’t even know me, Mr. Hurst.”
Making my way to the ball pit, I start the long process of trying to get the kids’ attention with a whistle and a wave. But like all the other mothers, I’m completely ignored.
“I know that, Mercy. I want to get to know you. What’s the harm in that?” he asks.
I kick off my flip flops and head into the pit of despair to gather my niece and nephew and say, “Sorry, Mr. Hurst. I really have to go. Goodbye.” With a swipe of one finger, I end the call and put the phone in my bra as I fish for the kids. “Carter, Mia, come on. It’s getting late.”
A voice comes out from under the plastic balls, “No! We aren’t ready yet.” It’s Carter’s voice I hear.
I start to dig in the area I heard his voice come from. “I know, Pumpkin, but it’s getting late and you both still need baths.”
A ridge forms underneath the balls and I see two little figures bolting away from me. Making a lunge to intercept them, I grab the back of a shirt and pull up kids that are not mine. “Hey, leave my kids alone,” comes a shout from an angry mom.
“Sorry,” I let them go and reach into the balls at another lump in them. “There you are, Carter. Grab your sister and let’s go.”
“Awe, man,” he whines as he pulls his hand up and his sister dangles from it. “We have to go, Mia. Aunt Mercy is being a grumpy old lady again.”
Pulling them along with me, I head out of the noisy pen of kids and balls, getting knocking in the head by one and listening to laughter fill the air as whoever threw it is being high-fived by a bunch of the little scoundrels.
As I pull the kids out of the pit, I think about what I could be doing right now instead of wrestling them and dodging incoming, tiny, plastic balls. I could be sitting across a small table, sipping some fancy little drink while staring into the green-brown eyes of one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen.
Instead, I’m pulling some very stinky socks onto a pair of stinky little feet and cramming them into a pair of stinky tennis shoes.
Why did I tell him no?
Chapter 8
JUDE
Well, that was a bit rude!
I didn’t think she’d be so abrupt. I didn’t think she’d give into me either. But I’m laying the groundwork.
You have to keep your target aware that you are still there. Still on the hunt for them. The key is to let them in on what your plan is so they have a fighting chance at making an escape. It’s no fun if there’s no challenge at all.
With that little phone call, I let Mercy know a few things. One, that I have her number. I have access to her when I want it. Two, that she’s on my radar. And three, that I’m not about to give up.
Now those things are settling into her brain. This is when she’ll try to come up with her own plan to stay hidden away from me. Maybe she’ll think about going on vacation for a week or two and hope I’ll lose interest in that amount of time or move on to some other quarry.
Maybe she’ll fake an illness and stay at home, leaving her phone turned off so she can rest. Or maybe she’ll do something smart, like turn the tables on me and become the hunter herself.
That happened to me once when we were tracking a mountain lion in Wyoming. It was only when we saw the tracks behind us did we figure out we had
gone from being the hunters to being the hunted.
The only thing is, that didn’t stop me from taking the prize in the end. It just meant we had to have a battle and I happened to win that one. So even that tactic will not stop me from getting what I want.
Loud bangs fall on my door, making me jump. “Jude, are you ready yet?” Ariel calls out from the other side. “I’m dying of thirst out here. I need a drink and you to hang onto while I drink and dance. Come on. If you play your cards right, I’ll sleep in here with you when we get back.”
My stomach twists on itself and I stifle a gag. “I’m not going,” I say as I go to open the door.
When I open the door, she looks me up and down and realizes I haven’t changed like she told me to and her face goes red in a flash. “Jude, damn it! I came all the way out here from New York to hang out with you. It’s been months since I’ve seen you. You seem to be staying to yourself far too much. I came here for you not myself. Which is not a thing I usually do. Now come on. I guess you can go like that. I mean you look okay.” She grabs my hand and attempts to pull me.
With one hand on her shoulder, I push her gently away from me. “Go ask Rose to go with you. I’m not going, Ariel.”
The sound of feet pounding the stairs has us both looking toward them and my youngest brother’s filthy body emerges from them. “Hey,” he says with a wave.
“What happened to you?” Ariel asks him with wide eyes.
“Nothing,” he says as he stops and looks from me to her. “I was riding out on the bike track. You look pretty, Ariel. Where are you two headed?”
“Out,” she says as she looks at me. “Only, Mr. Stubborn here is refusing to go along with me.”
“Hell, I’ll go with you,” Ram says as he looks at me. “Is that okay, Jude?”
With a nod, I say, “It’s fine with me. Ariel and I are not a thing, Ram.”
Ariel’s head jerks as she narrows her eyes at me. “You don’t need to say it like that, Jude. You and I have been intimate after all. It’s not entirely out of the realm of things that we could be together.”
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