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ОглавлениеOn the drive out to Stone Ridge, Lauren couldn’t stop wondering if she’d been bamboozled into moving into Cooper’s house by her wily mother. Boy, when her mama put her mind to something, she was like a wrecking ball. That was one of the traits she loved most about her. And her mama wasn’t about to let an opportunity like this one slip between her fingers. She wanted her house painted inside and out, and they didn’t have the funds to move into a motel for the weeks it would take to finish the project. So what if her mother saw living at Stone Ridge as a perfect solution to a problem? Even Lauren saw the merits. It was just that...she didn’t want to take advantage of Cooper.
Sure, he was wealthy and could afford having guests in his home, especially if those guests were like family. Maybe he was lonely and wanted company.
She scoffed out loud at the thought.
“You say something, honey?”
She cleared her throat. “No, Mama. Just a little froggy.”
Her mother smiled.
Cooper couldn’t be lonely...not for female companionship, anyway. That man was hot with a capital H. Lauren had noticed. Any red-blooded woman would. And she wasn’t going to beat herself up about how hard her heart pounded when he walked into a room. She’d crushed on him as a girl, and you never really get over first crushes. Especially if the crush had deep, sea-blue eyes, a square jawline and long, thick, dark blond hair. Especially if the man filled out his shirt with broad shoulders and granite arms.
Cooper Stone was all man, all Texan, all the time. She giggled.
“What’s funny?” her mother asked.
“Nothing. Oh, look, Mama.” She distracted her mama by pointing to the gates of Stone Ridge. “Gosh, I haven’t been here in ages. I’ve forgotten how beautiful it is.”
Acres upon acres of rich green pastures surrounded the property. This time of year, the dogwood trees that lined the road to the house were in full bloom, flourishing in pinks and whites. She recalled Cooper telling her years ago those trees were his mother’s favorite thing about the ranch.
For Lauren, catching her first glimpse of the house as they drove up was the ultimate experience. The design had a modern-day, country-home feel, with slate stone and cedar wood and a beautiful wood-framed, glass double-door entry. It was hardly a traditional ranch house from the past, but more a contemporary marvel.
The barns and stables were quite a distance off, so the scent of fresh blooms didn’t have to battle with cattle smells and packed earth. It was something, this ranch, and suddenly inspiration hit, giving Lauren a million ideas for her wedding. She particularly noted the well-groomed garden leading up to the steps to the mosaic stone-front entrance.
She parked her Honda and took a breath. “Ready for this?”
Her mother only smiled. “You have no idea how much.”
It did her heart good to see her mother finally coming around, finally warming to the idea of her marrying Roger. Once the initial shock had worn off, her mother seemed to be all-in.
Lauren was jumping over one hurdle at a time, heading toward the finish line.
It was awesome to feel this way. To know her life had direction. The shock of Tony’s death had stymied her and she hadn’t known where to turn. Then she’d starting dating Roger, and found him compassionate. They’d shared their grief over losing such a wonderful man and things just sort of rolled along from there. Up until that point, she hadn’t had much luck in love.
Her friends said she was a dreamer, a passionate soul who got restless too easily with the opposite sex. As grounded as she was in nursing, her private life hadn’t been all too...stable.
Cooper drove up in his four-wheel-drive Jeep and pulled in front of her car, grabbing her attention. He parked, then gripped the roll bar in one hand and hopped out.
“Oh, look, there’s Cooper,” her mother said.
How could she miss him? He was slapping dust off his chaps and blue chambray shirt as he began his approach, his stride confident, his smile welcoming. All golden tanned and muscled, he sauntered over.
“Hey,” he said.
The rich, deep tone of his voice made her gulp air. She’d grown up in Texas and rugged cowboys were a dime a dozen.
But Cooper Stone was in a class by himself. And the feminist in her said she could react this way about a handsome guy without tripping over guilt about Roger. Her fiancé.
Plus, Coop was doing her a big favor.
“Hi, Cooper. We made it,” she said lamely. Of course, they’d made it. It wasn’t as if she’d traveled across state lines to get there. Stone Ridge was a mere twenty miles from the Dallas city limits.
“I can see that.” He ducked his head into the turned-down window, which brought his face within inches of hers. “Morning, Loretta.”
“Cooper, it’s good to see you. Looks like you’re working already.”
“I like to get my hands dirty every so often, reminds me of my heritage.” He winked. “I was helping my crew tear down an old shack we had on the property. Glad I made it back in time to greet you.”
He pulled off his tan leather gloves and stuffed them into his back pocket. “Let me help you carry your luggage into the house,” he said. “I’ll show you to your rooms.”
“Are you sure we’re not putting you and Jared out? We don’t want to get in your way,” Lauren said. She’d never even considered the fact that this might inconvenience his brother, too.
“You’re not putting me out,” Cooper said automatically, which made her feel a ton better. “And my brother has his own place. He lives up the road at the other end of the pasture, and he’s on board with having the wedding here.”
“Good to know,” she said. She didn’t know Jared very well. He was younger than Cooper and Tony by a few years. She was happy that Jared didn’t mind. “But if we ever get in your way, you just say the word and we’ll make other arrangements.”
“Lauren.”
Okay, so maybe she was overdoing it, but Lauren wasn’t too good at accepting big favors like this. Or was it something else, something that had to do with her breath catching as soon as Cooper smiled at her?
“We appreciate your hospitality, Cooper,” her mother said.
“Anything I can do to help.” He walked around the car and gave her mother a hand as she got out of her seat.
Lauren climbed out, as well, and popped her trunk. Her life for the next month was crammed into her luggage, four bags in all. Her mom had brought two bags.
Cooper walked to the trunk. He didn’t blink an eye as he hoisted four of the bags like they weighed nothing. “I’ll get the rest on my next trip out.”
“I can get them,” Lauren said, pulling two pieces of rolling luggage out and setting them on their wheels.
“Cooper, for heaven’s sake, I’m not ancient,” her mother said. “Give me one of those bags.”
Copper grinned. “Sure thing.” He handed her the smallest one. “Here you go.”
In that one move, he’d saved her mother’s pride, telling Lauren he had enough confidence in his own manhood to allow her mom to help. Lauren made a mental note. Add that to the growing list of things she found appealing about Cooper Stone.
Once inside, Cooper stood in the foyer and pointed to a wide, winding staircase. “I’ve given you both the rooms facing west. You’ll see some amazing sunsets.”
“Thanks, Cooper,” she said. “Gosh, it’s been so many years since I’ve been to your ranch. This place is completely transformed.”
The living room was huge, with a floor-to-ceiling fireplace made with sleek slate and light wood. A sitting area faced the fireplace and another faced a set of windows overlooking the gardens and green pastures beyond. Overhead, thick beams lent a slightly rustic tone to the contemporary décor.
“I’ll show you around a little later, after you get settled in.” He began climbing the stairs and the two of them followed until they reached the first guest room.
“Oh, this is lovely,” her mother said immediately.
“Then I chose correctly,” he said. “I figured you’d like this room, Loretta.”
It was bright and cheerful with white-shuttered windows and ivory furniture upholstered in a floral motif. The room almost looked too girly for a bachelor’s ranch home.
Cooper dropped off her mother’s bags and then led Lauren to the next guest room, done in light blues with pale gray walls and stained mango wood furniture that instantly made her feel at peace. “This is nice.”
“Glad you like it.” He set her luggage down on the bed. “Here you go. I’ll see you later after a quick shower and change of clothes.”
Her eyes dipped to his body, an involuntary movement that brought a flush to her cheeks. If he noticed, he didn’t react.
“Okay, thanks again. See ya.”
“Lauren,” he said, a serious tone in his voice.
“What?”
“Stop thanking me. Please.”
She scrunched up her face. She couldn’t help it if her mother had drilled manners into her, could she?
“I’ll try.”
He gave her a nod. “Good enough.”
And then he was out the door, heading for a shower.
This time, she forced an image of Roger into her head.
Yes, that was a nice, safe place to be.
* * *
Cooper pulled out a pitcher of lemonade just as Loretta walked into the kitchen. “My goodness, what a pretty kitchen you have.”
Cooper only smiled. He’d had this house built seven years ago on the same spot as the old ranch house. His mother hadn’t minded tearing the old place down. She was quite progressive and didn’t like to dwell in the past. She and his dad had had a good life, but after he’d died, she’d spent all her energy on helping Cooper plan out a new modern-day version of the house. And his mother was a perfectionist, down to the last detail.
The enormous room had white cupboards, dark granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances. There was everything imaginable, from a brick oven to a six-burner stovetop with a covered grill to a table that seated eight. “My mom’s doing.”
“How is Veronica these days?”
“Mom’s good. She’s remarried, as you know, living down in Houston. Her husband keeps her pretty busy traveling.”
“Well, you tell her I said hello next time you talk to her.”
“Will do. Lemonade?”
“Sure, thanks.”
He poured them both a glass and handed one to Loretta. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me, too,” she said as she glanced out the kitchen doorway. “Cooper, I had to do some scheming to get my daughter here,” she whispered. “But I know it’s the right move. Otherwise, I’d never be so underhanded.”
“What did you do?”
She smiled. “Hired a crew to paint my house inside and out.”
He grinned. “Did you now?”
“Had to, and even paid them extra to get the crew to start today. I needed a reason to get Lauren to move out of the house. She’s a little uncomfortable about it.”
He knew the feeling. Hell, he hadn’t had a woman here since he’d given up dating six months ago. Now he had two females under his roof. “She’ll be fine. I’ll try to ease her mind a bit.”
Loretta’s eyes softened. “You’re a blessing, Cooper.”
“I’m nothing of the sort, Loretta.”
“You’ve got a good heart for doing this.”
He scratched his chin. “About that, Loretta. I hope you know you’re both welcome here, but I’m not exactly sure how this is all going to work. I mean, Lauren’s set on marrying this guy and I can only do so much. I came up with this plan pretty quick and all.” He hadn’t really thought it through, but Loretta seemed set on breaking up Lauren’s engagement, or at the very least, making sure Kelsey was an upstanding man, deserving of her daughter’s hand.
The only real plan in his head was to keep watch over Lauren while he tried to find out Kelsey’s true intentions. His gut was telling him her fiancé was no good, and he trusted his gut. If the guy had been cheating Tony, then he should be exposed for the creep that he was. Protecting Lauren was Cooper’s job now...at all costs. If his secret plan went awry, he could lose Lauren’s friendship, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He owed Tony that much. Hell, he owed the entire Abbott family.
Period.
“It’s a start. We can keep an eye on Lauren better at your ranch, without too much interference from Roger,” Loretta said, breaking into his thoughts. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”
That was an understatement.
“How’s your brother?”
“Jared’s good.”
“Will we be seeing him while we’re here?”
“From time to time. He’s got an office up at his house and we have dinner a few times a week.”
“You two boys have certainly made a success of this ranch,” she said.
“We just picked up where Dad left off. He started the place and taught us the business. Luckily, we both love ranching. Jared’s the brains and I’m the brawn in the duo.” Cooper smiled and sipped lemonade.
Lauren walked in, her eyes taking in the entire kitchen. “Wow. A girl could go into crazy cooking mode in this place.”
“Feel free. I’m sure Marie wouldn’t mind a bit.”
“Marie? Is she...?”
“She is. She’s the same housekeeper we’ve had since I was a boy,” he said, handing Lauren a glass of lemonade. “She’s getting on in age, so we keep her duties light. She splits her time between here and Jared’s place, but we’ve also got a cleaning crew that comes in to help her out,” he explained. “Have a seat, ladies.”
While they took their seats at the table, he scrounged around for the oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies Marie had made yesterday. “Ah, here they are.” He set the plate on the table. “Snacks. Have some.”
“They look delicious,” Loretta said, taking one.
“They are,” Cooper said, gesturing for Lauren to take one, as well.
“If I do, then I’ll have to jog another mile or two to work it off.”
“You jog?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“And she does yoga, too,” Loretta added.
“Well, I know nothing about yoga, but anytime you want a jogging partner, I’m your guy.”
“Really?”
She seemed surprised and that surprised him. “Yep. What, you didn’t think cowboys jogged?”
Lauren laughed. “Well, no. I guess I can’t picture it.”
“See me in the morning and I’ll paint you that picture.”
“You’re on,” Lauren said. She delicately picked up a cookie and took a small bite. “Oh, these are delicious.” She began nodding her head. “I can see I’m going to need to step up my game if this is how Marie cooks.”
“It is a challenge,” Cooper admitted. “So, where would you like to start? I can show you around the house and then we can take a tour of the grounds. Were you thinking of a church wedding or having it here?”
“I’m...not sure. I’ll have to speak to Roger about that. Up until a few days ago, we were going to the courthouse to get married.”
Loretta frowned slightly. The idea of her daughter marrying this guy unsettled her, but she was hiding it well.
“I’m sure you have to get to work, Cooper,” Lauren said.
“I have a few hours. Let me give you a tour of the house first.”
* * *
After cookies and lemonade in the grand kitchen, Cooper began showing them the finer points of the room including how to work all the digital electronic appliances and how to turn on the television set in the refrigerator door, which also told the time and local temperature. By the time he was through, Lauren’s head was spinning. But her mama took it all in stride as if she was tickled pink to be here.
Lauren still felt awkward about the entire situation.
“The kitchen is always available to you,” he said. “If Marie’s here, she’s usually really good about having meals ready. If there’s something you want, just ask her, and if she’s not here, have at it. Feel free to cook something yourself.”
“I think Lauren might take you up on that, Cooper,” her mama said.
“Fine with me.” Cooper’s gaze connected with Lauren’s and all that blue coming her way made her dizzy.
It was a mother thing, putting words in Lauren’s mouth. She didn’t like it, but her best friend Katy said her mother did the same thing to her quite a bit. And she had made that crack about crazy cooking mode earlier. Still, she wasn’t at ease here yet. She hoped that would change.
Next, they followed Cooper through the living room and formal dining area, as well as a great room that housed a bar, a reading nook and a giant flat-screen television. The room was the coziest in the house, done in warm colors, with lived-in leather sofas and a rustic red-brick fireplace. He showed them how to turn on music from an in-wall stereo system with enough lights and buttons to rival an airplane dashboard.
Warning to self. Do not even think about it. She’d be sure to foul up the music system.
Then Cooper led them down the hall to his study, which he used as an office. Across the hall was a full state-of-the-art gym. “Wow,” she said under her breath. Of all the things he’d showed her thus far, this was the only thing she really envied. “I’m impressed. Do you...?”
“Yep, I get my cowboy ass—uh, excuse me, Loretta—in here a few times a week.”
“That’s obvious,” Lauren said without thinking. She resisted slapping her hand over her mouth. Goodness, she had to keep her lips buttoned more around him or he’d think she was flirting or something.
Cooper blinked once and then let the comment pass.
The gym had a shower area with a complete set of sundries, a sauna and an indoor Jacuzzi. Everything was framed in travertine and marble. The shower alone was bigger than a walk-in closet.
“Again,” he said, “feel free to use anything here you’d like.”
A sliding-glass door in the gym led them outside to the back of the house. The gardens were colorful, day lilies, peonies and primrose erupting into full bloom everywhere. A snow-white lattice gazebo sat smack in the middle of the grounds and off to the side crystal-blue waters flowed down a rock waterfall into a pool. A long stone-and-glass fire pit was surrounded by lounge chairs. It was perfection.
“It’s like a resort,” Loretta said.
Cooper laughed. “I used to throw some great parties here.”
“Tony told me. He loved those parties.”
Cooper’s face fell. “I know. God, I miss him.”
Lauren saw his pain and reached for his hand. “We all do.” He stared into her eyes a moment and nodded. Her mama took both of their hands and squeezed. And they stood there for a while, hands entwined.
After a time, her mama spoke up. “Tony wouldn’t want us to be sad. He’d want us to celebrate his life.”
It was hard for Mama to be the cheerleader in this, but she had a point. Tony would hate their grieving. He would want them to get on with their lives. “You’re right, Mama.”
Cooper sighed with what seemed to be remorse.
“Well,” Lauren said, contemplating their surroundings, “this place will make for a beautiful wedding. There’s plenty of room to speak vows by the pool. Maybe under the gazebo.”
“But Cooper has some other spots to show you, honey,” her mother said. “Don’t you, Cooper? You know, those places you told me about out by the lake.”
“Yeah, I sure do,” he said, coming out of his slump. “I was planning on taking you there today. That’s if you’re up to it.”
“I’d love to see the lake,” Lauren said.
“Actually, you two go on.” Loretta briefly closed her eyes. “I’m a bit tired. I’d like go up to my room and take a rest.”
“We can wait for you, Mama. Do it another time,” Lauren said.
“Nonsense, Lauren. You need to work this out as soon as possible and Cooper has the time today.”
“That’s right. I sure do.”
“Can I help you up the stairs?” she asked her mother as they went back inside and sat down.
“Lauren, I said I was tired, honey, not decrepit.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cooper try to hide a smile by twisting his mouth in an unbecoming way. Which was saying something, because Cooper was pretty much handsome no matter what kind of face he made. Then he faked a cough to contain a laugh, but her mother didn’t seem to notice.
“Of course you’re not decrepit, Mama.” A nurturer by nature, the last thing Loretta wanted was to be deemed incapable of taking care of herself. Lauren should’ve known not to put it that way, but being here was a bit daunting, no matter how welcoming Cooper was at the moment. With planning her quickie wedding and all the changes in her life lately, Lauren was a little bit at loose ends.
She turned to Cooper, the tilt of her head telling him she knew he’d been laughing at her. “Am I good to go like this?” she asked, gesturing to her attire.
“Let’s see. Boots, jeans, check. The hat I’ll take care of. Spring weather can be iffy. Do you want to bring along a light sweater?”
“Nah, I’ll rough it. Besides, the sun is out and it doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere today.”
“Okay, then I’ll see you two later.” Mama popped out of her chair like a piece of well-done bread from a toaster. “I’ll just go up to my room now.”
“Have a good rest, Loretta,” Cooper said.
After her mother walked out of the room, Cooper turned to Lauren, a smirk emerging on his face again. She rolled her eyes.
“What?” he said, innocent as a baby.
“You’re a brat, you know that, Cooper Stone.”
“At least you aren’t inferring I was decrepit.”
She punched him in the arm. It felt good, to give back his teasing in a playful way.
“Ow.” He put his hand over the arm she’d just whacked.
No way had she hurt him. Those muscles were like granite. A silly smile appeared on his face. “Now that’s the Lauren Abbott I remember.”
She smiled back. “Be careful or you just might see more of her than you want.”
“That could only be a good thing,” he said softly, placing his hand on the small of her back, grabbing his hat and leading her out the door.
The kind words and special touch brought familiarity.
And a mass of tingles she hadn’t expected.
* * *
Cooper stood by the Jeep. “Drive or ride?” he asked Lauren.
Her pretty green eyes narrowed, as if she thought he was messing with her again. “Isn’t it the same thing?”
“Well, I can drive us in the Jeep to see the grounds or we can mount up.” He pointed to the stables just within eyeshot. “On a horse.”
“Oh.” She shook her head. “I haven’t been riding in eons. I think the Jeep is the safest bet today.”
“Okay. Another time,” he said. He hadn’t quite figured Lauren out. At times she seemed impetuous, a girl who liked to take a risk. That was the girl who’d punched him in the arm just a few minutes ago. That punch had surprised him in a good way.
She was back to being the girl he remembered, never taking any guff from anyone. Whenever Tony had teased her, she’d always shot back at him, giving as good as she got. Marrying Kelsey on a whim after six months of dating was another impulsive move on her part. That’s why he was puzzled. Lauren seemed hesitant in coming here. Was she uncomfortable around him? Was she feeling manipulated into living at Stone Ridge for the month? Or was she having second doubts about the sudden marriage?
He hoped it was the latter. He hoped she’d put a halt to the wedding on her own terms so he could end this ruse. But at least having her here lent him the time he needed to find out what Kelsey was really up to. He could keep an eye on Lauren, as well.
“Hop in,” he said, opening the door for her. She climbed in and buckled her seat belt as he took his place behind the wheel. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
He grabbed a tan suede hat from the backseat and plopped it on her head. It sank onto her forehead and pushed her blond locks down past her shoulders, making her look damn cute.
“This yours?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Hang on to it when we take off.”
Then he revved the engine and pulled away from the house.
After a minute she asked. “Where is the lake?”
“Back there.” He gestured behind him. “We passed it a ways back.”
“But aren’t we going there?”
“Yep, but there’s someplace else I thought you’d like to see.”
“You’re full of surprises, Coop.”
He liked the sound of his nickname falling off her lips. That and the way she looked in his hat was messing with his head a little. “Not really. Pretty much what you see is what you get with me.”
At least it always had been. Now he wasn’t quite so sure. He’d surprised himself when he’d invited Lauren to have her wedding here. And he’d surprised himself even more by asking her to move into his house. He had underlying motives for having her here, true, and saving her from heartache would be something Tony would’ve wanted from him.
That one fact made all of this seem more palatable.
“Here we are,” he said, stopping the Jeep in front of a stand of shade-bearing oak trees. “We have to walk from here.”
He came around the end of the Jeep and helped Lauren gain her footing as she got out. He held her steady and she gazed at him, gratitude glowing in her eyes. “I know where you’re taking me.”
His brows lifted. “You do?”
“Of course. Tony would talk about this place incessantly and I would be green with envy.”
“Yeah, this was a special place to us,” he said, taking hold of her hand. “Be careful, the land’s uneven here. Lots of roots breaking through the soil.”
They walked a bit, her hand gripped in his, reminding him just how long it’d been since he’d held a soft woman. And Lauren was that and more. He didn’t like noticing her that way, or feeling even remotely attracted to her. She was cute and funny and nice. Emphasis on nice. Any other thoughts about her weren’t going to happen. He had a job to do. Protect Lauren. Stop her wedding if need be. Make sure she didn’t get hurt and pray she didn’t hate him for the rest of her life.
“Just a little bit longer now.”
And then he came upon his childhood fort, a mismatched set of planks built between the lower branches of a thick oak. The place looked the same as he remembered, though a bit more weathered, but the roof was intact and the wood beams were holding strong. A rope ladder, made of thick hemp, scraped against the dark tree bark.
“You’re smiling so wide right now,” Lauren said.
“Am I?” This place always made him happy.
“There’s a twinkle in your eyes, too.”
“Careful, Laurie Loo. I’ve never taken a girl here before. Don’t make me regret it.”
“Never. I’m glad to be here. I guess this is where you and Tony conspired.”
“It is. Mostly we pretended to be looting pirates or badass cowboys. My dad gave us the wood and told us to have at it. I think we were ten at the time.”
“So you built this all by yourselves?”
“Hell, no. After three attempts, my dad intervened. He said he didn’t want us breaking our necks when the whole thing collapsed. But he taught us one important lesson.”
“What was that?”
“That things aren’t always as simple and easy as they initially seem. Your brother and I were so damn eager to do this on our own, certain we could figure it out. But after failing a few times pretty darn badly, we finally realized the project was too big for us. Our pride was bruised and we were embarrassed to ask for help after insisting we could do it all on our own. And Dad was great about it, without rubbing our noses in I-told-you-sos. He was proud of us for not giving up and for finding a way to make it happen.”
“Wow. Your dad was pretty wonderful.”
“He was a good man.”
A sudden chilly breeze blew by and Cooper gazed upward. Clouds were moving in fast, turning the sky gray, and he caught Lauren trembling. “We should go. The weather’s about to change and it can put you in a world of goose bumps. If we’re lucky, we can make it to the lake before the wind gets out of hand.”
“Sounds good,” she said. “And thanks for bringing me here, Cooper.”
“Welcome.” He took her hand again. As they began to forge their way back to the Jeep, the air grew chillier, the clouds completely obscuring any sunlight.
“Damn,” he said. “I think we’re in for it.”
“In for what?”
Suddenly, off in the distance, lightning ignited the sky. Clouds crashed against each other and rain poured down as if a giant water balloon had burst. Caught in a flash storm, they were getting soaked.
“Wow! That came on fast,” Lauren said.
“Sure did.” He gauged his options. “C’mon, let’s make a run for it.”
“Where?”
But he had already changed their direction. The Jeep would provide no protection. There was only one place to go. Still holding her hand, he guided Lauren along the muddied path leading them back to the fort.
Once they arrived, Lauren took a look at the ladder rope. “You’re kidding, right?”
He shrugged. “Either that or get soaked to the bone.” Which she already was. “C’mon. I’ll help you up.”
“Okay,” she said tentatively.
And then she was climbing the rungs as he held the ladder firm, her butt in his line of vision. It was a beautiful sight, one he shouldn’t be noticing. But he had to keep his eyes sharp, just in case she lost her footing. At least, that’s what he told himself as she ascended the ladder.
She threw herself inside the fort and he followed her. They nestled together against the back wall, out of the spray of raindrops. Lauren shivered, her blouse soaked and plastered to the beautiful swells of her breasts. The transparency was hard to miss and, for a moment, Coop couldn’t tear his gaze away. Then sanity rushed in. He began unbuttoning his shirt. “Here you go. Put this on.”
Her face flushed cherry-red. She was aware of the sight she made. She accepted his shirt without argument and he helped her put her arms into the sleeves. “Thanks.”
She hugged her knees to her chest and sighed. “Well, guess I was wrong.”
“About?” He sat next to her, in his undershirt, his legs straight out, his boots just inside the confines of the fort.
“The weather.”
It was too much to hope she’d admit she was wrong about marrying Kelsey. Wishful thinking never got him anywhere. He’d have to tell Loretta his suspicions and start scouring Tony’s computer for hints that Kelsey had been cheating the business. And he’d have to start as soon as possible.
“It’s actually pretty cool to be here, storm and all,” she said. “Tell me more about you and Tony. What did you do when you came here?”
“I already told you,” he said. “Pirates and cowboys.”
She nodded, seeming suddenly sentimental. “Isn’t there more?”
“We’d bring our lunches and eat, and then sometimes just lie back, sort of like we’re doing now, and dream.”
“What did you dream about?”
“Growing up. Racing cars. Dating girls. Boy stuff. I remember one of the last times we ever came here. I think we were fifteen. Samantha Purdue had broken up with Tony. He was crushed. We came up here with a six-pack of beer I’d swiped from home and chugged while he cried his eyes out.”
“Wow. Over Samantha Purdue?”
“Yeah, it was stupid. The very next week, Tony was crushing on another girl.” The memory made Cooper smile. “Your brother was girl-crazy.”
“Maybe that’s why he never married. What about you?”
“Me?” He shook his head. “I wasn’t girl-crazy. More like, girls made me crazy.”
She chuckled and a drop of rain fell from her hair and drizzled down her cheek. He braced her face in his hand and wiped away the rain with the pad of his thumb. Her skin was the softest silk. She smiled sweetly at him then, and something shifted in his chest.
“I meant why didn’t you ever marry,” she said quietly, gazing at him with those pale green eyes.
The impact of her question shook him to the core. He had no right touching her this way. He dropped his hand from her face and looked out at the driving rain. “I had some serious relationships in the past. They didn’t work out. There’s time for me.”
“So you do want to marry eventually?”
“Yeah. One day. In the very, very distant future.” Right now, women were off the table for him. He’d purged his “little black book.” He was officially taking a break.
“And you? Did you ever imagine yourself getting married so young?”
“Young? I’m twenty-six. In the olden days, I’d be considered a spinster.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the olden days.”
“I know, Coop. It’s just that I’ve been kinda boy-crazy all my life. No one ever stuck. Maybe it runs in our DNA. Maybe Tony and I weren’t very different from my father,” she said quietly. “I’ve always worried about that. My father never seemed satisfied with what he had. You know his history, four marriages and divorces.”
“Nah, you’re not like him.”
“I’d crush on one boy and then another, and I never wanted to settle.”
“You shouldn’t settle. Ever. You should be dead sure.”
“My friends tease me about it, but Mama says it’s just that my heart is big and it takes a whole lot to fill it.”
“And Roger does that for you?”
Lauren bit her lip, hesitating for a fraction of a second too long. “Yeah, he does.”
He wasn’t convinced and, when she trembled, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight, warming them both up.
He hoped like hell Kelsey was true blue.
Otherwise he’d have to punch the guy’s lights out and send him packing.
