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288 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2007
Cash had disowned his family over his father’s remarriage just days after his beloved mother’s death from cancer.
He’d lost his one true love to cancer. It had eaten the heart out of him. Now, at thirty-six, he was resigned to being alone.
The granddaughter wasn’t much to look at. She wore her blond hair in a long pigtail, and went around mostly in loose jeans and a sweatshirt. She was shy around Garon. In fact, she seemed to be afraid of him, which was curious. Maybe his reputation had gotten around.
She had green eyes, very pale, and an oval face. She was plain, except for her pretty mouth and exquisite complexion.
Miss Carver was the sort of woman he’d never found interesting.
He loved roses, and during his brief marriage, he’d grown several varieties.
==>OW<== Jaqui Jones. Easy to remember, and her figure was more than enough to make her memorable in addition to her mom.
It didn’t take second sight to know that she was available and interested. So was he. It had been a long, dry spell.
“She’s only been in town two months and she’s already got a reputation. Put her hand down Ben Smith’s pants right in his own office!�
His little mother had been a saint. No, he couldn’t have pictured her being available to any man except his father—until his father had cheated on her and hastened her death.
The girl was doing all she could for her grandmother, who seemed about as loving as a python.
Garon glanced at her. She wouldn’t win a beauty contest, but she was a fast dresser, he thought with admiration.
“Nothing. And that’s all I want to know. I did her a favor tonight, but I am not in the mood to take on dependents. Especially spinsters who look like juvenile bag ladies.�
He didn’t like having her as a responsibility longer than he had to.
“It’s only breakfast. I’m not proposing,� he added sarcastically.
“No ambition to go to college or learn a profession?� Garon asked.
“You’re nasty, I’m nasty,� she returned. “If you ever develop a pleasant personality, I’ll even smile at you.�
“I’m amazed you’re not a number in a home for the unbalanced,� he said under his breath.
“You go to a job looking like that?� he exclaimed.
He shook his head. “The women in my office wear pantsuits and makeup.�
“You’ll never be alone in Jacobsville. We’re your family, Grace. All of us.�
“Don’t tell me she’s afraid of the dark,� he laughed.
“There are four brothers,� he replied. “Cort and Parker are the other two. Cort runs our West Texas ranch with our father. Parker’s in law enforcement.�
He didn’t want any more contact with her than necessary.
He didn’t want to know intimate things about her, either. He only felt sorry for her.
It made him angry that this frumpy little woman looked at him as if he were a rapist.
It fascinated her that some of the town’s leading lights thought so much of old Mrs. Collier, and she mentioned it to Barbara. “Don’t be silly,� she chuckled. “It’s you they’re fond of, Grace,� she added.
==>OW<== "I just wanted a look at you,� the woman chided.
She laughed coldly. “I can’t believe I was worried about the competition,� she added carelessly, and walked out without another word.
He wasn’t interested in a relationship with his neighbor.
Garon glared at him. “I’m not in the market for a frumpy girlfriend.�
“Never mind,� he said when she didn’t reply. “It isn’t as if I’m interested in you that way,� he added almost as an afterthought, and with a cold, faint smile. “Good night.�
“That niece of Mrs. Tabor’s brought food to the house,� she said. “She told me that she’d worried I was some sort of competition until she saw me. She was very insulting.�
Before she realized his intention, he brushed his hard mouth over her lips in a shiver of contact that made her heart jump.
He bent again. This time, he brushed her lips apart with slow, sensuous motions and caught her upper lip between both of his in a sensuous, nibbling motion.
He was no longer teasing. His mouth was demanding, masterful.
==>OW<== Garon felt oddly out of place with these people. Especially with Jaqui, who rubbed against him at every opportunity, almost panting with desire. He didn’t like public displays of affection, and it showed in his face.
==>OW<== “As long as you aren’t running after your little neighbor,� she chided. “God, that frumpy woman! And you had her staying in your house, I hear!�
“She’s a loser, like most people around here,� she said carelessly.
She reached up, dragged his head down and kissed him with her whole mouth.
She’d heard at work about Garon’s attendance at Jaqui Jones’s party.
Before she got the words out, he had her up in his arms, and he was kissing her as if there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.
He had a sudden, urgent arousal that he couldn’t control.
“Open your mouth, Grace,� he bit off against the taut line of her lips.
He drew away from her. He looked as shocked as she did.
She was good company, for a shy and damaged spinster.
I became a lawman. He made it sound like a holy cause. In some ways, I guess it is. We speak for victims who can no longer speak for themselves.�
“You’re good for my ego, Grace,� he murmured. “But I don’t think I’m good for you.�
“I was in an…an accident, when I was twelve,� she said. “A bad accident. I got cut up, especially my stomach. So I can’t have children.�
She’d suffered enough already at the hands of one man. She didn’t need Garon to put nails in her coffin. But Barbara knew she couldn’t stop this train wreck of a relationship from happening.
“Relationships don’t stagnate, Grace,� he said quietly, searching her wide, gray eyes. “We either go forward, or we stop seeing each other. I’m too old to settle for a platonic relationship.�
It had been too long since he’d had a woman. He was dying for her. He couldn’t stop.
“Grace, you were a virgin, weren’t you?� he asked after a minute. She stopped breathing. She hesitated. “Well, yes,�
“Grace, you do understand that I’m not in the market for a wife?� he asked quietly.
She’d been such a fool. He didn’t want to marry her. He just needed a woman, and here she was, waiting eagerly for him.
Without missing a beat, he lifted her in his arms, and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in a year. Moaning, helpless, she yielded at once. He turned and carried her down the hall to the bedroom.
Garon was still uncomfortable with their scrutiny, and getting cold feet. Colder by the minute,
He loved Grace in bed, but he wasn’t going to marry her because of it.
She was seeing him as a prospective husband, but he didn’t want her for keeps.
He was bad-tempered and impatient since he’d stopped seeing Grace, because he knew it was going to hurt her when she realized that he was ending their brief relationship.
She hadn’t gotten the message, he realized.
Grace was a sweet woman. He liked her. But she wasn’t the sort of woman who normally appealed to him. He liked aggressive, confident, powerful women; women like Jaqui. A quiet, clinging woman who couldn’t relate to him intellectually wasn’t going to fit into his world.
“You don’t take hints, do you, Grace?� he asked coldly. “I tried to do it the easy way, but you’re persistent. So let’s get it straight. I don’t want to see you again. I don’t want to hear from you. Don’t call, and don’t come here again.�
“You’re a small town spinster, Grace, with few talents and minimum education,� he said firmly, hating the words even as he forced them out. “We don’t have anything in common except physical attraction, and it doesn’t last. You need some steady cowboy who wants a domesticated little woman to keep house for him.�
I’m tired of having people gossip about us. That’s over. I don’t want you, Grace. Go home.�
She went to the bank the following Friday, and there he was, standing in the next line. He looked at her and glared, as if he thought she’d followed him there.
He turned and saw her standing behind him and his eyes flashed with fury. He threw down the reel and strode to her.
“I told you I wasn’t interested, Grace,� he said through his teeth. “Following me around isn’t going to get you anything! Didn’t you get it? I don’t want you!�
==>OW<== BUT THE FOLLOWING Friday, there was a performance by the San Antonio Symphony Orchestra at the Jacobsville High School Auditorium. Garon invited Jaqui to go with him. She dressed in a scanty little black number that emphasized her lush figure, and she clung to him like glue.
“Again?� he asked curtly. “Why the hell can’t you stop following me around?� he demanded. “What does it take to convince you that I’m not interested?!�
“Stalking is against the law, Grace, in case you didn’t know,� he added icily. “I could have you prosecuted!�
She grew paler and thinner.
==>OW<== Grace felt her heart sink. Before she could speak, there he was, just coming in the front door, with Jaqui hanging languidly on his arm.
“Good God, not again!� he raged. “Do you have radar? Every damned place I go, you turn up! How did you know I was coming here? Do you have someone spying on me, to make sure you don’t waste an opportunity to ruin my day?�
“No, you don’t understand!� he snapped, moving forward. “You’re thick as a plank, Grace. I don’t want you in my life! How many times do I have to say it before you believe it?!�
“It’s no loss, the food here sucks anyway,� Jaqui tossed over her shoulder. “I’m sure the food isn’t everything that sucks around here,� Barbara told the other woman with a smug, demeaning smile.
...the older woman added with a cold gleam in her eyes. “He’ll wish he’d never moved here.�
He scowled. “She turned up everywhere I went, after I told her flatly that I didn’t want to take her out again.�
...he’d seduced her and then pushed her out of his life, like a man discarding a used towel.
“DNA.� He stared at Cash while the truth drilled a hole in his heart. “DNA.� His teeth ground together. The son of a bitch had raped Grace�!
He’d knocked her back, savaged her verbally and emotionally. He’d frightened her so badly in the café that she’d backed away from him, shaking like a leaf.
“She doesn’t hide her assets,� he admitted. “She likes having men around her.� She gave him a cold smile. “Lucky girl, not to have my history.�
She was a strong, independent, intelligent woman. We both knew on the first date that we’d be together forever.�
“When she was five months pregnant, she started feeling tired all the time.
“The oncologist diagnosed it as non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.�
“That was ten years ago. I decided that I’d never take that risk again.
“But you don’t want to marry me,� she started again. “No, I don’t,� he said honestly. “But it’s only for eight months,� he added. “After the baby comes, we’ll make decisions.�
She’d never expected him to want her permanently. Nobody ever had.
It had been a long time, but he still remembered the joy of his first wedding. He was fond of Grace, and he wanted the child, but he couldn’t separate himself from the past.
“Grace, if you don’t eat properly, you could hurt the baby,� he said in desperation. She felt part of herself die every time he said things like that.
But all of it, everything, was for the baby. She had no illusions about his feelings for her.
==>OW<== Jaqui had phoned her, unbeknownst to Garon, to remind her that as soon as the baby came, Grace was only going to be a footnote in Garon’s life. Jaqui insinuated that Garon was sneaking around to see her.
She didn’t tell Garon about the phone calls. She knew he wouldn’t care, unless Jaqui’s harassment was endangering the baby, of course.
He’d told her they’d only be married until the baby came. He’d probably forgotten saying that, but Grace hadn’t. She was just marking time, feeling like an insignificant incubator in his house.
“You’ve lived in an open grave since you lost your wife and child,� she said simply. “Don’t you think it’s time you lived in the present? You have another wife, and a child on the way. It isn’t fair to them to make them second best after ghosts.�
“Obviously Jaqui is the sort of woman you admire,� Barbara said, her eyes growing cold. “Once the baby’s born, you can get a quiet divorce and saddle up with your ideal woman. With any luck, Grace will realize that Rick is far more her style than you are. Excuse me. I have to get ready to open.�
“You can speak Arabic?� the agent exclaimed. “Yes. What do you want to know?� she asked. “Come right in,� the agent invited, smiling.
“Well, it looks like you had a good time.� Her eyebrows lifted. “Yes, you can sometimes take me out in public. I can talk and walk,� she replied.
“Anyway,� she added, fastening her seat belt, “I guess getting to know me better doesn’t really concern you. Once the baby’s born, I’m going home.�
“You’re working part-time at menial labor jobs. I thought you wouldn’t be able to handle a more sophisticated level,� he pointed out curtly.
“Garon,� he said gently, “Grace has a bad heart valve. It’s gone critical. If they don’t operate very soon, she won’t make it.�
“Then I took her to work with me and left her in the waiting room. When I came back, she was happily chatting away in Arabic to a Jordanian murder witness, translating for him. She speaks several languages,�
In a way, he’d resented the fact that he had to marry Grace because of the child.
“Relationships don’t stagnate, Grace,� he said quietly, searching her wide, gray eyes. “We either go forward, or we stop seeing each other. I’m too old to settle for a platonic relationship.�
he wasn’t going to see Grace alone again. She was seeing him as a prospective husband, but he didn’t want her for keeps,unquote.
“He wasn’t interested. He liked an occasional night out with an attractive woman, preferably a modern, educated one. Miss Carver was the sort of woman he’d never found interesting.�
Anyone can love a rose,
but it takes a great deal to love a leaf.
It’s ordinary to love the beautiful,
but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary. �
“You don’t understand,� Grace began slowly, trying to reason with him despite the fear he was kindling in her.
“No, you don’t understand!� he snapped, moving forward. “You’re thick as a plank, Grace. I don’t want you in my life! How many times do I have to say it before you believe it?!�