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Chapter Three

“Hey, Officer Carmen, you wanna sign my cast?” Luke heard Aiden say to the long-legged curly-haired brunette wearing tight jeans and high-heeled boots. Caden rushed inside Patrelli’s Italian Restaurant to join his brother before Luke could stop them.

Crap. It was bad enough that the boys talked about their cop friend all the time, but now they were so eager to see her, they were mistaking her for random ladies in town. Albeit, a very curvaceous and sexy random lady. Luke let go of the heavy oak door and hurried over to the hostess stand to prevent his son from creating an embarrassing situation.

“Monkey, that’s not... Oh.” Luke stopped when the woman turned around.

Wow. He’d never seen Carmen wear anything besides her police uniform—something that clearly hadn’t been tailored with such a womanly form in mind—or track pants and long-sleeved T-shirts when he’d caught glimpses of her out running.

“It’s just a stupid ACE bandage,” he heard Caden say, yet the pending argument barely registered in Luke’s ears.

Double wow. The woman really had some nice legs.

“Yeah, but I’m pretending it’s a cast,” Aiden said. “Casts are cooler and way tougher.”

“I would love to sign your pretend cast.” Carmen reached for a pen off the hostess stand and bent down to write.

Luke had once been skilled at utilizing all five of his senses in any given situation, but try as he might, his eyes were the only thing functioning at that moment. And they were shamelessly staring at Carmen’s, ah, assets. She had on some type of loose, flowing, purple top, and from this angle, he could see down to where the rounded curves of her breasts met the V-shaped neckline.

He almost grabbed one of Aiden’s crutches to steady himself as a sudden wave of lust nearly knocked him sideways. Where had that come from?

When Carmen finally straightened up, Caden asked, “How can you drive your police car with those girl shoes on?”

“I promise, the next children I sire are going to have better manners,” Luke joked as he forced his eyes up to meet her face. But she must have been purposely ignoring him, because she wasn’t looking his way at all. Instead, she was completely focused on his children and smiling. Was she wearing lip gloss? And where in the world had she been hiding all those inky black curls?

“I’m not working tonight. I’m having dinner with some fr—some ladies...with some lady friends.” She waved at Maxine Cooper and Mia, who were already seated at one of the red vinyl booths. “What about you boys? I thought tonight was poker night?”

Had she remembered the invitation he’d awkwardly delivered yesterday? Probably not, since she still wasn’t making eye contact with him. Maybe she was one of those females who related better to kids.

“It is. But it’s Dad’s turn to bring the food. Hey, you should come with us. It’ll be more fun than sitting here and talking about lame girl stuff.”

See. He wasn’t the only one who’d just assumed she’d be more comfortable hanging out with the guys. But before he could say as much, his sister-in-law breezed into the restaurant.

“Aunt Kylie,” both of the boys squealed before throwing their arms around her.

“Oh, you guys are getting so big!” Kylie said. “I’ve missed you two.”

Luke felt a twinge of remorse. The boys had lived with her and Drew for several weeks and often stayed with them when Luke had to go out of town for trainings and recruitment seminars. But now that the couple had two newborns, Luke had tried to keep the boys away so they wouldn’t become too much of a burden.

“Hey, Officer Carmen, in those boots, you’re almost as tall as Aunt Kylie.”

Luke had never really noticed the cop’s height before, but in heels, she came to his chin. At least he guessed she would, if she ever got close enough to him to allow for an accurate measurement.

“My dad and Uncle Drew are both six foot four,” Aiden volunteered. “But we might not grow as big as them because Grammie said our mom was only—how tall was Mom, again?”

It took a second to realize his son was asking him a question. Then it took another second to figure out what that question was. But after half a minute, Luke realized that he didn’t have an answer.

How tall had Samantha been? She was on the shorter side, but he couldn’t recall an exact height. He could remember the way she’d cried and threatened to leave the day he’d gotten his orders to go on a three-month overseas mission. He could even remember the defeated look in her eyes when she’d gone off that night to “have a few drinks with the girls.” But lately it was getting more and more difficult to focus on the rest. No wonder Samantha used to accuse him of being emotionally unavailable.

Think, Gregson! Five foot four maybe? She was definitely shorter than the beautiful woman in front of him. He shook his head. What kind of man compared his dead wife to another woman? And what kind of father couldn’t keep his thoughts in check when his children asked him such a simple fact about their mother?

“She was five foot four,” he finally said while silently appealing for forgiveness in the event he was wrong. As well as forgiveness for the way he’d been too focused on Carmen’s long legs.

His career and dangerous deployments had not only taken its toll on his family, it had also driven a wedge so deeply between him and Samantha that she’d turned to a bottle of vodka to ease her burdens. Just because he hadn’t been the one behind the wheel on the night she’d died didn’t mean he wasn’t to blame.

Yet here he was, staring at Carmen, shamelessly taking in every glorious detail about her. The boys barely remembered their mother, and it was up to him to keep her memory alive for them—not get all hot and bothered about some incredible-looking female cop who had a soft spot for his kids. A flood of shame weighed him down, making him feel like he was closer to two feet tall.

Officer Delgado had her hands shoved into her jeans pockets and appeared to be reading the specials on the menu board several feet away. She obviously couldn’t even bring herself to look at him. His toes flexed inside of his hiking boots and he clenched his jaw in disgrace.

“Well, you boys have fun at poker night,” Kylie said, probably trying to lessen the awkwardness. “I figure I have about sixty-three minutes to get a bit of sustenance before Drew is gonna need me to head back over and feed the girls. So if I don’t get some garlic knots and fettuccine Alfredo in me before then, there will be three very unhappy Gregson ladies.”

Just then, a waitress walked up balancing four large pizza boxes and a couple of white paper sacks filled with Italian subs, and Luke had never been so glad for an excuse to get away. Even though he didn’t think he’d be able to stomach a single bite.

“C’mon, monkeys,” he said, peeling some bills out of his wallet and putting them on the hostess stand before taking the food from the server.

He maneuvered himself and the boxes out the door while the twins said their goodbyes and gave Kylie her usual three hugs, a ritual they’d started when she and Drew had been looking after the boys last year. The cool air felt great on his overheated face, so he decided they would walk the few short blocks to Maxine and Cooper’s apartment above the Sugar Falls Cookie Company.

He liked his cabin out in the woods, but Luke couldn’t deny that the Victorian buildings lining downtown held their own appeal. If the boys didn’t need so much space to run around, he’d gladly move in to one and try his hand at renovation. It might also shorten his commute. But then he’d have to interact more with the townspeople.

And, as he’d just displayed, he sometimes ended up looking like a complete ass when he did.

His life certainly hadn’t turned out the way he’d expected. His training had conditioned him to always be ready to adapt and overcome—to put the mission goal first. However, just because he was ready to move on didn’t mean he knew the direction in which he was headed. Maybe he should focus on figuring out a new mission instead of standing there like a tongue-tied fool who had no business lusting after his children’s volunteer mentor.

They climbed the stairs and Cooper let them inside before grabbing the pizza boxes, carrying them to the white kitchen and opening them up on the counter. “Okay, kids, grab a slice and head on back to Hunter’s room.” Their host handed them each a paper plate then pointed to his stepson’s bedroom down the hall.

Setting the rest of the food down, Luke said hello to Drew, who was pushing his sleeping daughters’ double stroller back and forth, and to Alex Russell.

Luke was still somewhat new to the group, but Drew and Cooper had been stationed in Afghanistan together, and Alex coached both Hunter’s baseball team, as well as Aiden and Caden’s.

A knock sounded, and Coop grabbed a slice for himself as he walked to the door to let in the newcomer. Garrett McCormick had been Cooper’s knee surgeon at the nearby Shadowview Military Hospital before opening up an orthopedic clinic in Sugar Falls after his discharge. Garrett had married Mia a few months ago—or had it been longer than that? Hell, Luke could barely manage to remember details from his own marriage, let alone all these dudes in Sugar Falls who seemed to be drinking from the same Kool-Aid cup.

“Sorry I’m late,” the doctor said. “I had to drop off Mia’s coat at Patrelli’s. Her hormones are all kind of whacked out and she’s been forgetting everything.”

Alex, the only other single male present, covered his ears. “This is an estrogen-free zone, gentlemen. I do not want to talk about anything but baseball, beer and Clint Eastwood movies.”

“Speaking of Clint Eastwood movies,” Drew said as he piled food high on his plate. “Kylie and I were watching Bridges of Madison County the other day on TV and...”

A collective round of “No” and “C’mon” and “Yuck” went around the room. Someone threw a plastic pouch of red peppers at Luke’s twin, who made the catch and then sprinkled some on his pizza.

“Actually, speaking of estrogen...” Garrett paused when he saw several packets of parmesan cheese aimed his way. “Wait, let me rephrase that. I was gonna say that when I stopped by Patrelli’s, I saw Officer Delgado sitting with the ladies, and I hardly recognized her out of her uniform.”

Luke’s ears buzzed as the rest of the guys settled back into their seats. This was his chance to find out more about her without bringing too much attention to himself.

“Hey, Coop.” Alex took a swig of beer. “I was meaning to ask what her deal was.”

If anyone knew Carmen, it would be Chief Cooper, who was the woman’s boss and had previously worked with her before as an MP when they were both stationed stateside. Luke held every muscle still, not wanting to miss the scoop and not wanting to grab the coach by the shoulder and tell him to back off.

There was that weird jealousy feeling again. What was up with that?

“What do you mean?” The police chief arched a brow. Yeah, what exactly did Alex mean? Was he interested in the female cop?

“I mean, does she do anything outside of work for fun? We have that intramural softball team we’re trying to put together for the Western Idaho League and, well, I don’t want to stereotype, but I’ve seen her out running and she looks like she’d be pretty athletic.”

Luke let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Oh.” Cooper got up and brought a foot-long Italian sub sandwich over to the table. “I thought you were asking about personal stuff, which you know I can’t give out.”

“I’m not looking for a date, man,” Alex said, and laughed. “I’m just looking for a shortstop.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to date her?” Luke felt the words coming out of his mouth before his brain could process them. Just a second ago, he’d felt like shoving Alex’s face into his pizza for even inquiring about Carmen. Now he was accusing the man of not finding her worthy enough of his interest. Get back on solid ground, Gregson.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t date her. I said I wasn’t looking for a date. Any date. At least not with anyone locally. Don’t get me wrong, I know love and babies and rainbow-colored unicorns are running rampant in this town—” Alex looked pointedly at Drew, Cooper and Garrett “—but that pile of marriage crap you guys stepped in isn’t for me.”

“Amen.” The word was out of Luke’s mouth before he could stop himself. He tilted his beer toward Alex’s and they clinked their bottles.

“Wait.” Drew held up his hand. “Luke, I can’t believe you just said that. Hello? You were married once, too.”

“That was a one-time deal and it turned out I wasn’t cut out for it, either.” He didn’t want to talk about Samantha or the shame-inducing lapse of forgetfulness he’d just had at the restaurant in front of witnesses. He didn’t want to think about his marriage at all. He tried to keep all thoughts of that disaster hidden away in that footlocker in his mind and wasn’t sure why everyone else on this planet suddenly wanted to bring it up.

“Don’t you think you could be happy with someone again?” Garrett asked him.

A vision of Carmen’s long hair framing her face, her glossed lips smiling at his sons, was the first thing that ran through his mind. But an occasional smile wouldn’t be worth the inevitable heartache that would result from getting seriously involved with a woman again. Even if he could be happy, it wouldn’t be long before whoever he married wouldn’t be.

“Nope, I’m good.” He realized he’d responded a little too loudly when he saw four pairs of doubting eyes staring at him intently. “Look, the boys and I are just settling into a routine and I’m still getting used to the new job. My plate’s pretty full right now. Besides, every time I see her, she pretty much shuts down, so I’m guessing she’s in the same boat.”

“Who?”

Luke looked up at Drew. “Uh, Officer Delgado? Wasn’t that who we were talking about originally when Alex and Garrett brought her up?”

“Actually,” Cooper said. “That was the conversation before it got segued into you not looking for a relationship and Carmen not being interested in you.”

“Did she tell you she wasn’t interested?” Luke raised his eyes like a hungry puppy looking for confirmation that there were no more pieces of pepperoni being thrown his way. “I mean, not in me per se, but... Stop staring at me like that, you guys. I thought we were talking about relationships and people not looking for them.”

“Oh, boy.” Cooper retrieved a wooden game box off the television stand. “We better deal the cards while Gregson is still struggling to maintain his poker face.”

“I don’t have a poker face because I don’t need one for this stupid conversation that you idiots steered me into.”

“Well, to answer your question,” Cooper said, not trying to hide his smirk. “Carmen hasn’t said whether or not she was interested in you or in any other man at this particular moment. But I do know that she’s getting over some serious garbage she had to deal with in Las Vegas.”

Luke remembered his sons telling him she had worked as a cop with the Las Vegas Metro PD before moving here, and he wondered what might’ve happened to cause her to leave such a large department, which probably had a lot more options for upward mobility than the tiny Sugar Falls Police Department. Maybe a cheating boyfriend on the force?

“Apparently she’s taking out whatever the last guy did to her on men in general.” Luke took another drink, holding himself back from asking for more information. “She treats us like we’re all IEDs she needs to go out of her way to avoid.”

“Hmm.” His brother adjusted his gold-framed glasses. “She doesn’t act like that around me.”

“I’ve never gotten that impression from her, either,” Garrett said, grabbing more pizza.

“Okay, so it’s just me she can’t stand to be around. Anyway, I’m not trying to get Carmen to like me.” Oops. Had they heard Luke slip and use her first name?

“You could do worse,” Drew said, and the other men chuckled. “In fact I’ve seen you do way worse back in the day. Maybe that’s why you’re so attracted to Officer Delgado. Because she isn’t throwing herself at you.”

Yep. They’d caught the slip.

“Don’t try to psychoanalyze me, bro. Why can’t I just be attracted to her since she’s a beautiful woman who looks absolutely amazing in jeans and... Oh, shut up,” Luke finally said when he realized Alex and Garrett were giggling behind their beer bottles like a couple of teenagers.

An infant let out a wail, and Luke wanted to kiss his sweet niece for coming to his rescue.

“I will say this for Carmen Delgado,” Drew said. “She sure can put up with those adorable nephews of mine, so your battle to win her is halfway fought.”

“Just a word of advice,” Cooper said as he picked up plates to clear off the table. “You might want to take it slowly once you decide to finally bite the bullet and pursue her.”

“Who says I want to pursue anything with her?” Luke would’ve kept arguing, but he saw all the men double over in laughter.

What he didn’t see were his two blond curly-haired twins, standing on the other side of the door and giving each other a thumbs-up.

* * *

The following Saturday afternoon, Carmen pulled into the long driveway of the small riverside cottage she’d rented when she first moved to town. Her new home was on the southern border of Sugar Falls, and a little far from downtown, but she liked her privacy.

It was her third day off in a row, and she’d driven to the mall in Boise to stock up on makeup at her favorite department store. And to buy another pair of the jeans she’d been wearing Thursday night. It might’ve been just her imagination, but she could’ve sworn that Luke Gregson had been staring at her legs. At least until she’d knelt down to sign Aiden’s pretend cast and he’d leaned over to stare at something else.

He was probably just curious as to how she signed her name or what kind of message she’d written. Still. She’d experienced the heady rush of flattery for a split second. And, during that moment, she’d remembered that even though she’d had an emergency hysterectomy a year ago, the rest of her lady parts were still alive and well.

Then his words about his future children had turned her butterflies into blocks of concrete and her stomach had felt like lead when she’d tried to stand up.

She also recalled how pensive and eerily quiet Luke had gotten when Caden had brought up the boys’ mother, the love of Luke’s life. The man had completely shut down. His grief must be immeasurable to keep that kind of pain bottled up so tightly. A man that stuck on his dead wife was most likely not checking out Carmen in her civvies.

That was why she didn’t do butterflies anymore. It was also why she shouldn’t have wasted so much money at the mall earlier today.

As she parked her compact SUV next to her cottage, she caught sight of an empty canoe floating down the river behind her house. Uh-oh. That wasn’t good. She hopped out and ran toward the bank to see if she could spot the riders who’d possibly fallen out of their boat. The river was fairly gentle here because of the bend a few hundred yards ahead, which tended to slow its current.

If the rowers had lost their craft farther up north, and closer to town, where the rapids were stronger, she might not see them for a while. But if they’d somehow tipped over near here, then they were obviously novices—most likely tourists—who would be in way over their heads when the flow picked up speed half a mile down.

Running up to her back porch, she grabbed a long rope, then raced to the water’s edge. She didn’t have to keep her eyes peeled for long when she counted three people in bright yellow-and-blue life jackets coming her way. She tied off the rope to a sturdy tree trunk along the river’s edge and threw it across the water just as the trio floated by.

Her stomach tightened again when she saw who she’d just thrown a line to.

“Hey, Officer Carmen,” a little towheaded boy called out as the more than capable Captain Gregson grabbed hold of the rope. Aiden and Caden were both holding on to their father, who was pulling them toward the shore.

“We lost our boat!” The other eight-year-old smiled in excitement, as though he’d lost another tooth, not a hand-carved, custom teak watercraft.

“How’d that happen?” she asked, trying not to stare at the sinewy muscles moving in Luke’s biceps as he steadily alternated his grip, working his way up the rope.

Oh, to have those strong hands on her body, his arms flexing as he moved up her legs and...

Yep. Her lady parts were definitely still alive.

“You know, Delgado,” Luke called out, sounding frustrated but not the least bit winded, “we might get to the shore faster if you helped pull a little bit. Boys, stop wiggling.”

Duh. She’d been standing there salivating at the poor guy, as if he was a participant in a Navy SEAL wet T-shirt contest.

She grabbed on to the other end and put her own muscle into it. Lord, the man was as heavy as a tree trunk. Granted, he had the extra weight of his giggling and squirming sons to deal with, plus the river’s current was starting to pick up speed, creating more resistance.

It took a few more heaves and the boys jumped off their dad and scampered up the bank, their interest diverted by some sort of amphibious creature in the shallow water. Luke took off his life vest and his wet shirt, and Carmen almost dropped to the damp pine-needle-covered earth below her.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

She looked.

How could she not? The man had a torso that could’ve been sculpted from marble. He had muscles in places she’d didn’t know humans were capable of having them.

“Do you have an extra towel by any chance?” he finally asked. Carmen jerked her head up, meeting his steady gaze, which she normally tried to avoid. She wished she’d tried harder this time. He was grinning at her, that little dimple winking in amusement, and she knew she’d been busted checking out the goods. But, man, were they some goods.

“I thought you Special Forces boys were used to getting things wet.” Her hand almost flew up to cover her mouth. “I meant getting wet. In the water.”

She had tried to be snarky, thinking that if she insulted his macho pride it would cover up the fact that she’d been eyeing him the way a barefoot woman would eye the shoe rack at a Nordstrom half-yearly sale. The resulting comment only made her seem even more like a sex-starved pervert.

“Yeah, well it’s been a while since I’ve been exposed to anything that cold,” he said. “Besides, with this unexpected heat wave, we wore shorts because I didn’t actually expect to end up in the river with the boys.”

“Oh, my gosh! The boys.” She turned to Aiden and Caden, who were standing ankle deep in the water, trying to catch bullfrogs and smiling through chattering blue lips. “Come on, kiddos. Let’s go inside and get you in a hot bath to warm you up.”

She jogged over to where the boys were and helped them get out of their soaking wet life jackets before steering them toward her cabin. She noticed Aiden’s ACE bandage was gone and probably long forgotten. He didn’t have so much as a limp.

“Uh, what about me?” Luke asked, still standing there, droplets of water trickling off the ridged planes of his abdomen. “Aren’t you going to warm me up, too?”

She’d worked alongside men with oversize egos and the predispositions to flirt with a rock. But judging by the torch he was still carrying for his late wife, he was probably only making a dig at her for staring at him so blatantly. Even if he had been flirting, she knew better than to engage in any sort of banter that could lead to him thinking she was the type of woman who would welcome some tired line like that one.

“Simmer down, skipper. There’s a stack of towels on the dryer in the mudroom. Help yourself while I get the boys in the tub.”

“Maybe the water isn’t the coldest thing I’ve been exposed to lately.” He’d mumbled the words, but she’d heard the remark and shot him the withering look she’d perfected back when she was a Lance Corporal and the lone female in a platoon full of horny, young twentysomething-year-olds thousands of miles away from their wives and girlfriends.

She left him standing on her back porch and, after making sure the twins were in a warm bath and had something dry to put on afterward, she went into her room to change out of the jeans she’d been wearing when she’d stepped into the water to get the kids out of their vests. Come to think of it, her blouse was a little damp, too.

A few minutes later, when she padded out of her bedroom wearing cropped turquoise yoga pants and a plain white tank top, she found Luke in her living room, the towel he’d wrapped around his hips cinched low and tight. He was leaning against the back of her pink toile sofa; the only thing between his golden skin and the terry cloth material was the damp fabric of his shorts.

She sucked in her breath and felt her nipples tightening into hard buds.

“Nice, uh, outfit,” he said. But his steel-blue eyes weren’t looking her up and down. They were staring at the two points barely concealed by the thin white fabric of her tank top.

“You know what?” She crossed her arms over her chest, knowing the gesture was made to cover herself, as well as hold herself back from him. “I think I have a shirt around here somewhere for you to use.”

She made an about-face and hustled to her bedroom where she stared at a pile of oversize T-shirts she’d accumulated over the years. Although many of the tees were gender neutral and came from a variety of tactical units and trainings she’d participated in, she was hard-pressed to find any sized double extra large, let alone double extra sexy. She finally settled on a dark green one at the bottom of the pile.

She’d been in such a hurry to get Luke covered up, it wasn’t until she was standing in front of him with the shirt that she realized she should’ve grabbed one for herself instead of practically exposing herself in her skimpy tank top. Again.

“Hey, Officer Carmen,” one of the boys said from behind her. She jumped away from Luke, as though her skin was completely on fire. “Where should we put our wet bathing suits?”

She blushed, thankful her back had been toward the bathroom door so the twins hadn’t caught her reacting so physically to their father. She needed to get them out of there. All of them.

“Let’s put them in the dryer so you can get them back on as soon as possible.”

“That’s okay,” Aiden said. “I like wearing your stuff. It’s soft and smells good.”

Luke groaned when he saw his son in one of her oversize shirts. Apparently, he didn’t like his son wearing a shirt that read “My Heroes Have Always Been Marines.”

Well, it wasn’t like she had kid-sized clothing just lying around her house. And the boys didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Caden was still pumped from winning the round of rock-paper-scissors and getting dibs on the red one with a bulldog wearing a drill instructor hat.

“Do you guys need a ride home?” She handed over another T-shirt to Luke and walked toward the kitchen, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

“No, but can I use your phone?” Luke asked. “Mine was in the boat when we tipped over and Cooper was supposed to meet us at the pickup point. I don’t want him worrying if he sees the canoe floating by. He can probably swing by here and give us a lift.”

“I’ll just go make some hot cocoa,” she said, then handed him her cell before walking to the kitchen. Normally, she found comfort in the sunny room with its blush colored walls, dark-stained wood cabinets and oversize white farmhouse sink. But today, the ninety square-foot space was closing in on her.

The boys followed her, and she could hear Luke making his call to Cooper and explaining where they were. She was just filling up four mugs when he walked into the kitchen, still wearing that damn towel. Too bad she didn’t have any shorts big enough to fit him. Or a cabinet big enough to hide in.