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ОглавлениеTUCKER PUT HIS shoulder to the muddy gate of the ancient truck and shoved hard. At the same time, the farmer hit the gas. The tires spun, spraying mud over Tucker’s legs and lap, splattering up his chest and even into his face.
He could think of a hundred ways he’d rather spend his evening. Sex would top the list, but then he’d been so long without, it was no wonder that particular activity seemed glued to the forefront of his brain.
He knew why it had been so long, but hopefully no one else suspected.
Finally, finally, the truck rocked free and gained traction. It lumbered awkwardly back onto the road.
Turning his face up to the pounding storm, Tucker let the rain wash away some of the mess. The turbulent weather was more intense—and dangerous—than usual for the area. He had a feeling it would cause more problems before it blew over.
There were times when being the sheriff of a small town was a major pain in his ass.
When the driver’s door of the truck opened, Tucker quickly stepped forward. “No, don’t get out, Harmon. No reason for us both to be soaked.”
Harmon, who was at least eighty-five, frail of body but sharp of mind, gazed at him with gratitude. “Thank ye, Sheriff. I’da been stuck there all night if it weren’t for you.”
A terrible thought.
Meaning it, Tucker said, “I’m glad I came by when I did. Now get home safe, okay? The storms don’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”
Nodding, Harmon replied, “You too.” He pulled his door shut with a clatter and slowly, oh so slowly, drove away.
Tucker headed for his SUV, wondering if he should strip before getting in so he wouldn’t get mud on the seats. The town supplied the car for both official and personal use, and he kept it shining out of respect for the office. Luckily, he’d been off duty when he spotted Harmon, so at least he hadn’t ruined his uniform.
His shirt, jeans, boots and socks—hell, probably even his underwear—were muddy.
He was debating how much he’d have to take off to protect the car’s interior when headlights came around the corner. It took him a second to recognize the local news van.
Just what he didn’t need. Temptation.
Groaning, he crossed his arms and stood in the headlights of his SUV, just off the edge of the road.
The van slowed, rolling to a stop next to him, and none other than Kady Kasper herself rolled down the driver’s window. Though it looked as if she’d made an attempt to dry off, rain still plastered her pale blond hair to her head and smudged her makeup.
Her sunny smile belied her bedraggled state, which was no doubt thanks to the miserable weather. “Tucker, what are you doing standing around in the rain?”
Incredulous, he peered into the front of the van but didn’t see Cleets, her videographer. He looked toward the back interior and saw only equipment.
Un-freaking-believable. Keeping his tone level, he asked, “Are you out alone?”
One slender brow rose as her pale blue eyes widened. “Did I miss a curfew, Sheriff?”
Her whisky-smooth voice made his hackles rise. Only Kady. No one else got under his skin like she did. No one else turned him inside out. Hell, he was known for his calm manner.
Around her, he had to constantly fight for control.
He gave himself a few seconds, then replied evenly, “It’s nearing midnight.” Surely she shouldn’t be out and about alone.
Humor lifted the corners of her soft pink lips. “It’s ten thirty, actually.” She tipped her head. “Past your bedtime?”
A scowl got the better of him.
This woman, this one small female, had proven to be the bane of his existence. At twenty-five, she was six years younger than him. A walking temptation, a natural flirt and the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
How could he want any other woman when Kady Kasper existed?
Except...he didn’t dare.
For one thing, she was related to the most prominent, respected family in the area. Her father and three uncles were pillars of the community, known to everyone, respected by all. Anything that happened in or around Buckhorn, Kentucky, the brothers knew about it, probably had a hand in it, or had orchestrated it themselves. They claimed ownership of the area and the residents, and felt responsible for them all.
But when it came to family, they were tighter than tight. Getting involved with one meant getting involved with them all.
Kady was Gabe Kasper’s eldest daughter. Though the youngest of the infamous Buckhorn brothers had been a dedicated husband and father for longer than Tucker had known him, rumor had it he’d been a real player in his youth. Clearly, karma was a bitch because his daughters were not only knockouts in the looks department, but also grade-A flirts.
Hitting on Kady would mean drawing scrutiny from that powerful family—and there were a hell of a lot of them, starting with the four brothers and their wives, then the numerous siblings, cousins and in-laws.
But he liked her family. That wouldn’t hold him back if it wasn’t for the second thing: Kady teased every man, young and old, who came within shouting distance. Flirting seemed a natural part of her persona. Even the way she commented on the damn weather had every man with a heartbeat thinking in innuendos.
It was wet.
It was hot.
Steamy, humid, damp...
When it came from her, it all sounded sexual. Add in the way she looked at a man, every man, and it made it nearly impossible to know if her coy gazes and sly smiles actually meant anything.
Hell, she was doing it now, staring at him with her thick lashes shadowing her eyes, a slight curl to her soft lips.
Tucker decided, not for the first time, that it was safer to stick to business. For added effect, he put on his best expression of authority. “We’re in the middle of a storm and it’s dark as Hades out here.”
“A storm?” she said with surprise, peering at the sky as if she hadn’t known. “Why, I believe you’re right.”
Ignoring her saccharine sarcasm, he swiped rain and mud from his face and asked, “Was there a reason you’re out and about, Kady?”
“Yes, sir.”
Oh, that deference was its own sort of come on; he’d love playing cop to her damsel in distress...and thinking that was dangerous. He gave her a stern frown.
She sighed. “You’re no fun at all.” Taking pity on him, she pulled around in front of his SUV, put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine. He walked to the driver’s window, ready to ask what she thought she was doing, but she turned away out of her seat and beckoned him with a finger. “Come around back.”
Said the spider to the fly...
Though the rain was cold, it was a smothering hot night, and he could almost feel the steam rising from his shoulders and the back of his neck.
With or without the storm, that was a typical reaction when he was around Kady.
He hesitated, but he wasn’t a coward, so he trudged through the puddles accumulating on the road and walked around the van.
Kady opened the doors. “Come on up here.”
He eyed her skeptically. With all the equipment, there wasn’t a lot of room left in the cargo area of the van. She’d laid an already muddy towel on the floor, but held a clean one in her hands.
Almost as if she expected to dry him herself.
His skin prickled at the thought, and he swallowed heavily.
Voice softer now, she promised, “I don’t bite, you know.”
Damn it, now she was taunting him? Not tonight.
Mouth tight, he reached for a handhold and pulled himself up next to her. “I never said—”
“Not unless you ask me to.”
His gaze clashed with hers, and she actually smiled.
Oh God, he envisioned that soft mouth open on his shoulder, the wet touch of her tongue, the sharp edge of her teeth grazing his burning skin...
As if she knew the image she’d planted in his brain, her cheeks flushed and she leaned a little closer.
Her scent was that of damp skin and body heat and smoldering sex appeal. He continued to stare, all but mesmerized—an unfortunate reaction to being this close to her—until she finally lowered her lashes, freeing him.
The second she did, he sucked in a deep, necessary breath and tried to regain his famed cool demeanor.
Kady nodded at the muddy towel on the floor. “I had to clean up after being in the storm.” She plucked at the front of a too-large shirt, no doubt a backup because he knew she wouldn’t have come to work in something so unfashionable. “I’m not sure how you managed it, but you’re as muddy as I was. I assume you don’t want to ruin the seats of your SUV, so you’re welcome to clean up, too.”
She said a lot, all of it in a breathless rush that made him uneasy...and a little horny.
Annoyed with himself, he snatched the towel from her lax hand and asked, “Where’s Cleets?”
“I dropped him off at home.” Recovering, her voice turned playful again. “Don’t worry, Sheriff. I’ll return the van, get my car and get home well before midnight, I promise.”
She shouldn’t be out here alone, period. Yes, she was a grown woman who handled a demanding job with finesse, and yes, Buckhorn was mostly free of any serious crimes, but the weather was shit, and he’d already helped two locals who’d gotten stuck in the muck. Anything could happen to a woman alone, and when the woman was Kady—
“My, my,” she murmured, interrupting his dark thoughts. “You look grouchy as a bear. Very uncharacteristic for you.” She shifted, putting one shapely hip against a cabinet, and her voice lowered more when she asked, “Anything I can do to improve your mood?”
She infused so much suggestion into those words, his spine stiffened. “No.” He toweled off vigorously, then shot her a look. “But you can tell me why you’re out in this storm.”
“Yes, sir.” She watched him a little too intently as he ran the towel over his head and the back of his neck, cleaning off most of the splattered mud. “Cleets and I got some live shots of the storm from different locations, one of them near the lake.” She scrunched her nose. “It’s so blasted muddy, I slid, which is why I’m in these clothes and why there’s a muddy towel on the floor.”
Appalled, he stared down at her. “You slid into the lake?”
“No, near the lake.” She continued patiently, “But if I had fallen into the lake, I assure you I can swim. I’ve been in and out of the lake since before I could walk.”
“Not during storms.” He’d seen the lake earlier. Turbulent winds carried waves up and over the surfaces of docks, crashing them against the rock-lined shore.
“No lightning,” she pointed out. “Just rain, so it’s safe.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before lightning cracked behind them, followed by a deafening boom of thunder.
Tucker lifted a brow. “Seems like your forecast is a little off.”
Frowning, she moved close to him—so close he held his breath—then reached past him to close the door, sealing them both inside.
“What...?”
A mere inch away, Kady cocked her head. “We don’t want to invite the lightning in, right?”
He could feel her warm, moist breath, damn it. Stepping back seemed like a good idea, but it also felt gutless. “You’re the meteorologist.”
Her attention dipped to his mouth, then the open throat of his ruined, button-up shirt. Casually, without any evidence of the turmoil he felt, she returned to her position against the cabinet. “I really can swim, you know.”
“I assumed.” Much of her family lived right on the lake. Her dad was still one hell of a water-skier, and all of them spent plenty of time on various boats the family owned.
“The storms will end sometime tonight, and tomorrow it’ll be sweltering.” She bit her lip, for once looking unsure of herself as she softly suggested, “You should come by and take a dip with me after work.”
Get wet with her? While she wore a bikini? Ah, no. “Can’t.” He swiped at the mud on the front of his jeans, studiously avoiding her beautiful blue eyes.
The silence stretched out, straining his composure—and his resistance.
Finally, she asked, “So why were you playing in the mud?”
“I wasn’t playing,” he replied, his tone thankfully moderate. “But it’s not easy to help push a car free without getting splattered.”
She looked him over, then turned and knelt in front of a duffel bag, rummaging inside until she stood again with a large black T-shirt. She thrust it toward him. “Here you go.”
He eyed the shirt warily.
“Don’t be modest, Sheriff. There’s no wiping away the mud.”
“It’s fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I’ve never seen a shirtless man before.” She tipped her head, her tone whisper-soft. “I’d offer you pants, too, but I don’t have any more.” She gestured at the loose athletic pants she wore. “I had to do my own wardrobe change.”
“With Cleets?”
“No one has accused me of being shy.”
It was the oddest thing, but heat crawled up his neck and behind his eyes, feeling a lot like anger.
Or jealousy.
Mouth tight, he took a step toward her before he could even think about what he was doing. “You changed in front of him?”
Her lips twitched, then she actually laughed. “If I had, Cleets would still be blushing. He’s shy, you know. And very much a gentleman. Plus he has a sweetheart, and he would never be disloyal to her by ogling another woman.”
Feeling like a fool, Tucker listened as the storm raged outside the van, and in his heart.
“Yup,” she whispered, again reading his thoughts. “I think we’re stuck together, at least until it lets up a little.”
“Probably.” He started on the buttons of his shirt. It was ridiculous the way her eyes flared a little, how she settled back as if expecting a show. Living on a big vacation lake meant she saw men in nothing more than trunks all summer long.
He pulled the tails free of his pants and shrugged the sodden, muddy fabric from his shoulders.
When he reached for the black T-shirt, she held it out of reach. “You’re tanned.”
Did her voice sound huskier? “Yeah, so?” The way her rapt gaze moved over him, he almost felt naked. “I’m not always in uniform, you know.”
She ignored that to say, “You’re hairier than I expected.”
He looked down at his own chest, which, far as he could tell, was about average in the hair department. He wasn’t an ape, but neither was he fifteen and baby-butt smooth.
Scoffing, he asked, “Expected me to manscape, did you?”
“Not really, no.” She deeply inhaled and slowly handed him the shirt. Her eyes locked on his. “I like it.”
Great. Something he didn’t need to know. He took the shirt, but only held it at his side. “Kady...”
“Hmm?”
The way she positioned herself on the cabinet, hands braced beside her hips, arms straight, one leg bent and breasts thrust forward, was enough to distract any man. “I know it’s like a habit to you, but you really shouldn’t flirt with me.”
That got her attention off his body. “A habit?”
“You do it with everyone.”
“I’m nice to everyone.” Brows coming together, she straightened away from the cabinet. “That’s different from flirting.” She threw up her hands. “God save me from obtuse men.”
“Obtuse?”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you can’t see what’s right in front of you, then yes, you’re obtuse.”
Somehow he was closer to her again. “I doubt the town would elect a stupid sheriff.”
Tipping her head back, she stared up at him in blatant challenge. “Oh, you do fine as a sheriff. But as a man...?” She shrugged.
A wash of heat burned his skin and made his nostrils flare. He leaned down, crowding her space. “I’ll have you know...” What? “I do fine as a man.” God, that was so lame.
She looked at his mouth. “Can’t prove it by me.”
Oh, so bold—and so close. Her lips were damp, her eyes heavy, and everything about her screamed an invitation. Could she possibly know what it did to him, having her look at him like that? Did she know that he was getting hard?
Wrestling with temptation, Tucker tried to draw back, but it was as if their gazes had locked and he couldn’t pull free. Maybe he even leaned closer...
Suddenly, headlights flashed in the rear windows of the van, blinding them both. He lifted a hand, turning toward the roar of a muscled engine. Through the windows he saw a car wildly careening toward them. Fast. Too fast.
In his gut, he knew they’d be hit.
Kady squeaked as he grabbed her close and bore her down to the floor on her butt, her face tucked against his chest, his body curling over and around hers protectively. They had no time for anything else, not for explanations or preparation, before the car heavily sideswiped the van with a jolting impact. The screech of metal on metal filled the air as the car shoved the van farther off the road and into the mud.
For one heart-stopping moment, Tucker thought it might roll, but it rocked back with a deep shudder that sent something with hard corners tumbling down onto his shoulder.
Grunting at the sharp pain, teeth locked, he gave thanks that he’d thought to cover Kady’s head so thoroughly. Instinctively, his arms tightened around her, and he ignored the ache to his shoulder muscle.
The seconds ticked by.
When nothing else happened, he cautiously lifted his head. She kept her face against him, her small hands curled on his chest.
He could feel her trembling.
After one stroke to her hair, he unwound from her and helped her to sit up. His shoulder screamed, but he had other priorities. “Are you okay?”
Eyes big and glassy, she nodded. “You?”
Anger washed away a lot of the pain. “Fine. Stay here.” He got up and looked through the front windshield in time to see the car’s taillights disappear around a bend in the road.
The reckless bastard hadn’t even stopped.
With the distance, the rain and the dark, there was no way to see the license-plate number.
Kady sat cross-legged on the floor, her palms to her cheeks. “I guess the driver didn’t see us.”
“The jackass was driving too fast to see anything, especially on a night like this.” But he couldn’t have missed that force of contact. Tucker crouched in front of her. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Just shaken.” She put a hand to his neck.
Her palm was soft, small, cool to the touch...and yet, he felt scorched. Asinine. It was only his damned neck.
She swallowed. “I take back what I said.”
Wondering if he’d ever understand her, Tucker asked, “Which part?”
“About you being an obtuse man.” Her fingers stroked a little. “You have amazing reflexes, and I... I appreciate that you thought of me.”
Tucker had no idea what to say to that. Truthfully, when he’d realized what would happen, he’d been able to think only of her.
“I mean, I know you’d have done the same with any woman. I’m not insinuating... That is, I realize...” Her voice faded and she shook her head, then said firmly, “Thank you.”
After doing his best to behave, it was crazy that her uncertainty would push him right over the edge, but that’s what happened. For once she wasn’t flirting, wasn’t flaunting that teasing persona.
At this moment, here—with him—she was open and vulnerable and real.
Needing to touch her, comfort her, Tucker put his knuckles under her chin and brought her face up to his. Those summer-sky eyes searched his, and he saw her dawning awareness seconds before he kissed her.
Her lips were soft and warm, slightly parted. She made a sexy, husky sound in the back of her throat and immediately, urgently squeezed closer, her arms twining around his neck, her breasts pressing to his chest.
Tucker turned his head for a better fit, licked along her lips until she opened her mouth, then he kissed her as he wanted, his tongue sliding over hers, learning her taste, absorbing her warmth. Possessing her.
Both of them breathed harder.
Who knew how far things might’ve gone if she hadn’t rushed him, if her arms hadn’t squeezed tight—and if his shoulder hadn’t made him cringe, just a little, from the ache.
She levered back, her confused gaze flicking over his face, then focusing on his shoulder. She leaned half over him, inspecting...and gasped in renewed upset. “Tucker Turley, you’re hurt.”
* * *
KADY IGNORED TUCKER’S continued grumbling as the ER doc looked over the X-ray. The bruising on his shoulder was awful, going partway down his back, spreading over the top of his shoulder as if reaching for his neck, and crawling down over one pec muscle.
A really hot, nicely defined pec muscle.
Actually, his whole chest was amazing. It made her warm to see him sitting there on the table, his posture casual as if he weren’t turning black and blue, his expression disgruntled.
His upper body bare.
Sparse dark hair feathered over his chest from one flat brown nipple to the other, then narrowed down his body, played around his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his—
“Kady.”
At his deep voice, she looked up—and flushed. His pointed stare reminded her that they weren’t alone and that she shouldn’t be ogling him.
The doctor turned on his stool, one brow raised, looking at each of them over his glasses.
Tucker released her from that intimidating stare to say to the doctor, “Okay if I get dressed now?”
By way of a nonanswer, the doctor—who was a friend of her Uncle Sawyer and a very nice man—stood and approached Tucker, putting one hand on his shoulder, the other on his elbow as he checked the arm’s mobility. Tucker tried not to flinch, the stubborn fool. She just hoped nothing was broken.
Then the doctor relieved the worst of her fears.
“You have a severe contusion. No breaks, luckily. You’ll leave here in a sling. Wear it, and make sure your arm stays level with the ground to take the strain off your injury.” With that no-nonsense explanation, the doc frowned at him over his glasses. “You’ll wear the sling for five days, then see me for a follow-up and evaluation. If all goes well, you’ll start range of motion exercises after that.” He gave Tucker a pat and stepped away. “Use an ice pack for twenty minutes every two hours tonight and tomorrow, except when you’re sleeping.” Sounding stern, he added, “Rest it, understand?”
“Sure.”
Kady squared her shoulders. “I’ll see that he takes it easy.”
Incredulous green eyes shifted her way, but thankfully, Tucker didn’t reject her on the spot.
The doctor gave a satisfied nod. “I’ll give you a script for pain—”
“No need.” In an obvious hurry to go, Tucker stood and reached for the black T-shirt she’d given him.
“The pain will get worse before it gets better,” the doc warned.
“I’ll take some OTC meds. It’ll be fine.”
“Stubborn,” the doctor muttered, mirroring her opinion. “I’ll send in the nurse with the sling. She’ll set your follow-up.”
“Thank you,” Kady called as he went out the door, because Tucker was obviously too grouchy to show any gratitude.
Hands on hips, she turned to Tucker, saw him starting to slide his injured arm into a sleeve and jumped to help him. “Let me.”
He tried to turn away, but he wasn’t quick enough. Submitting, he muttered, “This is not a good idea.”
Deliberately misunderstanding, she said, “I’ll be careful,” and eased the armhole around his hand, up his wrist and past his elbow.
He glared down at her. “Little late for that.”
She could only ignore so much! “Because of a kiss?” she scoffed, even as her stomach tingled from the memory of the firm press of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, the scent of his skin and the tantalizing press of his body.
He’d been hurt protecting her.
The knowledge humbled her, and she sighed. “Don’t be silly.” With the shirt up his injured arm, he easily slid in the other and then, together, they got it over his head.
Behind them the door opened. She expected the nurse, but it was Deputy Moody Egan, a guy she’d gone through school with, hat in hand, stammering an apology at finding them so close together.
On the way to the hospital, Tucker had calmly called in the accident and told his men to watch for a fast car racing into town. Kady hoped they got the jerk.
After all, it was because of him that Tucker had a very bruised shoulder and upper arm.
“What is it?” Tucker asked, as he smoothed down the shirt. He didn’t seem embarrassed, but then, it took a lot to get a reaction out of Sheriff Tucker Turley.
“We got him. He blew through town too fast for anyone to grab him, but plenty of locals spotted him and got his license number. Then a trooper from the state police attempted to pull him over. The idiot didn’t stop, but crashed again after about a ten-mile chase.”
Tucker paused, his head coming up, his brows drawn in a frown. “Another crash?”
“Ran into a guardrail and got himself stuck.” Moody grinned. “No one was hurt, but they found drugs on the bozo, in his car and probably in his system, from the way he was acting.”
“You don’t say.” Favoring his injured arm, Tucker leaned against the metal bed. “Given the crazy way he was driving in the storm, that doesn’t surprise me.”
“It gets better,” Moody promised. “The passenger side of his car showed evidence of his brush with the weather van. Plus he has an outstanding warrant for parole violation. They arrested him, and it doesn’t sound like he’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.”
A slow, devastating smile—at least in Kady’s opinion—spread over Tucker’s face. “Perfect. Someone else grabbing him is the next best thing to me dealing with him myself.” He started for the door.
Kady shook her head. “You’re in no shape to—”
He interrupted her, saying to the deputy, “You can drive me back out to get the SUV?”
“Uh...” Moody looked between them, then cleared his throat. “She already took care of that.”
Tucker went absurdly still. “She?”
Kady felt guilty heat scorch her cheeks, but she faked a bold confidence. “While you were being x-rayed, I arranged for someone to get your ride.” Smile as bright as she could make it, she stated, “I’ll drive you home.”
He turned to stare at her as if she’d spoken in a foreign language, then he gave his attention back to the deputy. “Where did the SUV go?”
“Your house,” she answered. “Even though you shouldn’t attempt driving—”
Again he ignored her. “Keys are with it?”
Moody’s gaze continued to bounce back and forth in a panicked ping-pong. “Yes, sir.”
Uh-oh, Kady thought. Bringing out the “sir” in an otherwise casual department meant Tucker was likely more annoyed than he showed.
But then, he always hid his emotions well.
Except for when he’d kissed her. Remembering gave her new purpose, and she launched into action. “Go on,” she said to Moody, shooing him away. “I’ll see that Tucker gets home safely.”
Eyes widening, the deputy looked at the sheriff.
Tucker’s jaw clenched before he visibly relaxed and nodded. “Thanks, Moody.”
With that polite dismissal plain, Kady watched the deputy retreat with alacrity. Pleased that she’d gotten her way, she hooked her arm through Tucker’s on his uninjured side and smiled up at him. “You must be hungry and tired. And your shoulder has to be hurting.” She led him through the door. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
When he smiled down at her, a really serene, sort of knowing smile, she started to worry.
Kady frowned. “What?”
Now he was leading her. “You can drive me home, but you’re not feeding me.”
“Don’t be silly. I don’t mind—”
“Obviously not, since you went to all the trouble to set this up.” He glanced at her. “But Gabe will.”
When her feet froze, Tucker urged her onward.
“Dad doesn’t know about any of this.”
“He will.” Automatic doors slid open as they reached them, and they stepped out into the damp, dark night. Tucker inhaled a deep breath, glanced around the lot and finally spotted the van. As he headed in that direction, almost dragging her along now, he said, “Just as soon as I call him.”
