Marry in Haste... (7 page)

Clasping her shoulder, he nudged her around to face him. His hair was wet and he must have brushed it from his forehead when he came out of the water. Droplets glittered on his shoulders and in his chest hair under the last rays of the sun. “Are you glad you came?” he asked.

She nodded, her voice sticking in her throat. She couldn't take her eyes from his, and caution warned her to move away. But she couldn't. Not when anticipatory excitement was making her heart race and her breaths shallow.

“I shouldn't have lost my temper with you yesterday,” he admitted.

It seemed hard for him to make the apology, and she guessed that it didn't come easy for him.

“Does that happen often?” she teased lightly, so he'd know she'd accepted it.

But he didn't smile. “Only when I care about something a great deal.”

The power in his blue gaze seemed to pull her closer, and she recognized it as desire. She felt her body leaning slightly toward his. His hand on her shoulder slipped to the small of her back, and she knew she could still pull away. She should be cautious. She should run….

His head bent to hers and she raised her mouth for his kiss.

His hand was large and gentle on her back, and soon it was joined by his other one in a sense-stirring duet caressing her spine. When he reached her buttocks, he raised her to him and his tongue invaded her mouth. She gasped at the erotic contact and wrapped her legs around him. He was hot and hard, and she'd never known a sensation so pleasurable, so fulfilling, yet not quite fulfilling enough. His briefs, her suit, both wet, were little less than a film between them, making the contact even more tantalizing. His groan echoed through her and she responded to his tongue by stroking against it, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.

Reed finally broke the kiss and when her gaze found his, she saw controlled desire there. “I want my hands over every part of you,” he said. “I want to sink into you until the sun comes up. Is that what you want?”

Still dazed by a passion she didn't understand and a desire that was as new as her marriage, she could hardly comprehend what he was saying. She knew he
was talking about pleasure and satisfaction and sex. Isn't that what had gotten them into this mess? Because his fiancée had dumped him? How could she have forgotten that even for a moment?

“No,” she said breathlessly, and then louder, “No!”

His expression changed. The desire faded from his eyes and became a blue wall. “Once is enough, Mallory. There's nothing wrong with my hearing.”

She remembered Winston trying to kidnap her and how many times she'd said no. Her wishes hadn't mattered to him and she wondered if it would have been any different in the bedroom. But Reed—

Suddenly she remembered too well what her mother had confided in her when she was a teenager. She'd come into her mother's room and found her sitting at her vanity, a stack of letters in her hand.

“What are they?” Mallory had asked.

Her mother had said, “I was cleaning out the closet and found them with your father's things. They're letters from his first wife, Dawson's mother.” And then she told Mallory something Mallory had never forgotten. “He wouldn't have kept them unless they meant something to him, Mallory. I've always suspected he came to me because of a midlife crisis and once the damage was done to his marriage, he couldn't go back. There's a lesson here, honey. They had that ‘always' kind of love, and that kind lasts forever. Your father is my true love, but I'm not his. If I hadn't been blinded by my love for him, I would have realized it before we married. Don't ever marry a man who still has ties to another woman.”

Reed still had ties to another woman.

His voice was a husky rasp when he said, “Just drop your legs and I'll put you down.”

She'd wrapped her legs around him to fit to him…to give them both a taste of fulfillment. But a taste wasn't nearly enough, and she wasn't about to give any more when he still had feelings for his fiancée. She suspected Reed wasn't the type of man who could love a woman one minute and forget about her the next.

Even though she unwound her legs, she felt his arousal as he lowered her. Still, embarrassment didn't keep her from asking, “Reed?”

His hands slipped from her and he stepped back. “What?” His voice was gritty with a desire she could still feel, too.

“Were you involved with anyone before Stephanie?”

“Involved? You mean, in a serious relationship?”

“Yes.”

“No. Stephanie was the first.”

Her heart sinking, Mallory turned away from him and made her way to the bank.

“Mallory, it's over with Stephanie,” he called to her.

She stopped for a moment. “Only because she married someone else.”

Silently he watched her step onto the bank and head for the clump of cedars. She could feel his eyes on her but she didn't turn around and she didn't slow her steps. The sooner she dressed, the sooner she'd forget how Reed's hands had felt on her skin and how his body had felt pressed against hers.

 

The Texas night was unusually quiet as sweat dripped from Clint Lockhart's brow and down his back. A lone coyote barked in the distance, startling him. They couldn't have the dogs after him yet here. They didn't know where he was. Why hadn't the guard who'd shot him come after him?

He didn't know. He didn't care.

His bad luck had changed to good when the prison van tried to pass a slow-moving pickup in front of them. Doing at least sixty-five in the passing lane, a sports car had come at them out of nowhere. The van had swerved to avoid a head-on collision, slid into a ditch, and rolled over. In spite of his chains and cuffs, Clint and two other convicts who weren't badly injured managed to get out. Both guards had been unconscious, and they'd gotten the keys and had their restraints off in a matter of minutes. One guard must have come around as Clint had gone through the woods instead of turning north like the other two prisoners. He'd only managed about twenty yards when he'd heard a shout, then a warning gunshot fired into the sky. But he'd kept on running.

Moments later he'd heard a second shot and felt the burning pain in his leg, knowing he'd been hit. Still he'd kept running.

When he'd reached the clearing and the railroad tracks, he'd heard the sound of a train. Then he'd watched and he'd waited. All that ranch work and weight lifting at the prison had paid off. His upper body had done what his lower couldn't. After he'd hopped the boxcar, he'd known he was safe…for the time being.

He'd reached San Antonio this morning, but he'd
known he couldn't stay around. Not with his face probably on every TV and in all the newspapers. Though his leg throbbed and he felt as if he was burning up, he'd known he had to get out of that area. Managing to grab jeans and a shirt from a washline, he'd thrown his clothes into the river and headed for Leather Bucket. He could lay low there until he decided what he was going to do and how he was going to make the Fortunes pay.

If he could just get rid of this damn dizziness.

He cursed the Fortunes as he had all his life. The last few miles had been tough as he'd dragged his leg, and he knew he needed help but didn't know where to get it. Now, as he hobbled through brush, he thought he saw a light up ahead. His ears were buzzing and he knew he had to be careful, but he headed toward the yellow beam. As he got closer, he realized he'd come upon a ramshackle trailer.

But before he could even think about what to do next, his dizziness became a swirl of blackness, blacker than a starless night. He fought it. He fought the noise in his ears.

But both overpowered him until he felt himself falling, falling….

M
allory lay curled on her side, facing away from the living room archway, when Reed got up the next morning, dressed, and left the cabin. She told herself she shouldn't worry that he was frustrated with her, maybe even angry. She couldn't have sex with him, not when she barely knew him, not in the situation they were in, not with him still thinking about his fiancée. When Mallory made love to a man, she wanted to be the only woman on his mind and be committed to him forever. It wouldn't be a fling or something that just rose out of heat that had no real basis except hormones.

She needed something to keep her busy today, and it wasn't cleaning out stalls. Because she'd ridden most of her life, she knew her way around horses and she wanted to help with them. If Reed showed her what to do, he could leave her alone while she did it. She had to convince him she knew how to ride and could handle herself around the animals. But first she should get Ryan's permission to saddle up.

In the kitchen, she saw the dishes still sitting in the sink from the night before. After they'd come back from the lake in silence, she'd showered and stayed in the bedroom to keep out of Reed's way. She'd heard him in the living room reading a newspaper,
heard the pages rustling, and wished she could keep her mind on a magazine article as easily. Finally she'd given up and called it a night, though still aware of every movement Reed had made in the living room, of him entering and leaving the bathroom, of him settling on the sofa bed. They hadn't even said good-night.

After she did the dishes, she dressed and drove to Ryan's house, hoping it wasn't too early. With a smile, Rosita invited her inside and led her to the inner courtyard where Lily and Ryan were having breakfast. It was a beautiful setting. A fountain caught Mallory's eye first, then a vine-covered arbor with an old-fashioned swing under it. The scents of roses and jasmine permeated the morning air. A few glass-topped tables were positioned near the steps leading up to the great room. The one where Lily and Ryan sat offered sweet rolls, corn muffins and a coffee service.

Ryan stood when he saw her and offered her a chair. “Good morning, Mallory. What brings you here so early?”

Before she could answer, Lily asked, “Will you join us for breakfast?”

“I don't want to intrude,” Mallory answered them both.

Lily shook her head. “You won't be intruding. We like company.” She gave her husband a loving smile.

Ryan pulled out a chair while Lily poured another cup of coffee and motioned to the platter of sweet rolls in the center of the table.

These were such nice people that Mallory wished she could really tell them why she was staying here
with Reed. But they had their own concerns with Clint Lockhart on the loose. “I came to ask your permission to take one of the horses riding.”

Picking up his coffee cup, Ryan said, “Reed knows he can use any of the horses anytime he wants.”

Mallory wanted to explain tactfully. “Actually, the truth is, I want to show Reed that I know how to handle a horse and can maybe help him while I'm…while we're here.”

Lily tilted her head and asked knowingly, “Doesn't he think you're up to the task?”

“I think he thinks I'm more ornamental than functional.”

Ryan laughed and Lily gave him a scolding look, but he just patted his wife's hand. “Fortune men tend to be protective of their women. Can you ride?”

“I've been riding since I was five. I also competed in horse shows and spent lots of time around the stable.”

“And Reed doesn't know this yet?” Lily asked.

“We're still learning things about each other,” Mallory said honestly.

“That can take a lifetime,” Ryan suggested, exchanging a look with Lily. “So you want to show Reed what you can do rather just tell him about it.”

“Exactly.”

Pushing his chair back, Ryan stood. “I'm going to make a call. I'll be right back.”

Left alone with Lily, Mallory pulled her coffee cup toward her.

“Reed told Ryan you have a degree in interior design.”

“Yes, I do. I just earned my certification in the spring.”

“Would you consider helping me redo one of the guest suites?”

“I would love to, but… I'm sure you could hire anyone you want. Are you sure you want
me
to help?”

Lily shook her head. “I don't want to hire an interior decorator who will do the rooms to his or her own taste. I know local craftsmen and potters and weavers and even woodcrafters. But I would like some fresh ideas. If you have time, I could show you the rooms and maybe we could get together again next week for you to share your ideas. If I like them, I'll give you a commission.”

This is exactly what Mallory wanted and if Lily liked what she suggested, she could put the commission away toward starting her own shop. She wanted to take as little from Dawson as necessary. “I'll be glad to give you some ideas.”

Ryan came through the glass doors from the great room with a smile on his face. “I called Hank down at the barn. He'll introduce you to our best riding horses. You pick out any one you want. He'll also help you saddle up or let you do it yourself, and then he'll tell you exactly where Reed's working,” Ryan finished with a wink.

“You don't know how much I appreciate this,” Mallory said with a thankful smile.

Reed's uncle grinned at her. “Let's just say I understand the battle of the sexes.” He paused, then added, “Most of the time.” After he stooped to give
his wife a light kiss, he went to the door to the great room. “I'll be in my office if anyone wants me.”

Mallory decided she really liked the Fortune family and wished they were truly her own.

After a leisurely cup of coffee and discussion of the barbecue Ryan and Lily had planned for Sunday, Mallory examined the rooms Lily wanted to redecorate. Her mind buzzed with ideas immediately. She questioned Lily about what she liked and didn't like in styles of decorating, how casual she wanted the rooms to be, and whether or not she wanted to embrace light or shut it out. But what Mallory really wanted to do was to go shopping in San Antonio and take a look at native crafts and what the furniture stores offered. But she knew Reed wouldn't let her go alone. Perhaps after today, he'd see her in a different light and realize she had the wits to take care of herself.

An hour later, armed with confidence as well as the jeans and boots Lily had insisted she borrow for riding, Mallory drove to the barn. The jeans were a little big and the boots a little long, but Mallory didn't care. She was going to prove to Reed that she could help him. As she shut the door of her car, Reed wasn't anywhere in sight and she was glad. When she went into the main barn, she saw Hank coming out of the tack room.

He gave her a broad smile. “Ryan tells me you're ready to get saddled up. C'mon over here and I'll show you what you've got to choose from.”

Following the old cowhand to a row of stalls, she easily chose a bay gelding with dark brown eyes.

“Dusty Dawn, here, will take you anywhere you
want to go and he knows his way back home real good. You want to saddle him up or should I?” Hank asked.

“I'd like to saddle him myself, if you don't mind.”

“Don't mind at all. Let's go find you a saddle that fits.”

Though she hadn't saddled a horse in a few years, she remembered exactly how to do it. Hank looked on, and she had to smile, knowing that Ryan had probably told him to keep an eye on her. But he gave her a grin and a nod of approval when she was finished. As she led Dusty Dawn outside, Hank pointed to the training arena and a corral behind it. “Reed's over yonder with Cruz. You gonna ride or walk?”

“Ride,” she said with certainty.

“Let me hold him for you, then.”

A few moments later it felt great to be back in the saddle again. Mallory leaned forward and patted Dusty Dawn's neck, then took the reins from Hank.

The distance to the back of the arena was as far as a good city block and she clicked the bay into a trot. To her satisfaction, she saw Reed in the corral when she was still a distance away. She knew his tan Stetson as well as the set of his shoulders. Cruz was training a horse on a longe line. At twenty yards away, Reed must have heard her coming because he looked up and caught sight of her. She brought Dusty Dawn to a walk and pulled up at the corral gate.

When Reed came over to her, he was frowning. “What do you think you're doing?”

“I'm going for a ride.”

“Does anyone know you're out here?”

“I explained to Ryan that I'm an experienced rider
and Hank showed me a few horses I might want to use. I chose this one.”

“You're not going out there alone.”

“Reed, this is the open range. I'll be fine.”

“And you need a hat,” he continued as if she hadn't spoken. “The Texas sun can be dangerous.”

She had to admit she hadn't thought about that. Already the sun was burning her arms. But she wasn't going to give up on this jaunt now. “I won't be gone long.”

“You bet you won't because I'm coming with you.”

“Look, Reed, you don't own me—” She stopped when she saw Cruz watching them.

“Don't I damn well know that,” Reed muttered. “Wait over there under that pecan tree.”

“I could give you a ride back to the barn,” she said sweetly.

“You want to share the same saddle?”

She hadn't thought of that, either. But before she could protest, he came out of the corral and swung himself up behind her on Dusty Dawn. Then his arms surrounded her and he took the reins, shouting to Cruz, “I'll be back before lunch.”

“Stubborn male,” she murmured.

She heard him chuckle as he leaned forward and his hat brushed her hair. “A stubborn male who's looking out for you.”

With his chest against her back, his breath on her ear, his male scent intoxicating her, she remembered every vivid detail of last night in the lake. “Were you looking out for me last night?” she asked.

“You were as much a part of that kiss as I was.”

He was right. He might have initiated it, but she had responded to it as if…

Turning Dusty Dawn toward the barn, he nudged the horse to a faster pace. When they pulled up, he jumped off. “Spirit's turned out,” he said with a nod toward the pasture. “I have to get him.” Reed's gaze searched hers for a few moments.

She admitted to herself that she'd rather ride with Reed than go riding alone. “I'll wait.”

Fifteen minutes later Reed came to meet her on a black stallion that pulled against his reins as if he wanted to take Reed on the ride of his life.

“He's beautiful,” Mallory said.

“His name's Brazen Spirit and we get along real well as long as I keep him moving.” Coming up beside her, Reed handed her a hat. It had a wired brim for her to shape it and a leather chin strap. Knowing he was right about the sun, she set the brown hat on her head, bringing the brim over her forehead. Then she gave Dusty Dawn a gentle nudge and they started off. She knew Reed was watching her and that she would have to pass some kind of a test. But she didn't mind. That's what this morning was all about.

He led the way over the limestone soil, along cedars and mesquite. This was so different from a groomed bridle path, but she loved the freedom of it. The sky couldn't have been any bluer or the sun any brighter, and as they rode, she felt truly happy for the first time in a long time. When they crested a hill, they left the fence line and rode toward a stand of oaks. The grass became thicker, and Mallory could see cattle in the distance and hear intermittent brays.

On the dramatic black stallion, Reed was the epit
ome of a Texas cowboy until he spoke and his accent gave him away. “There's a stream just over the rise,” he said.

They'd been riding a good part of an hour, and though Mallory loved the feel of a horse under her again, she knew she would probably be stiff tonight. Reed reined to a stop when they reached some oaks, and she could see the stream just a few feet beyond. Dismounting with the ease of a seasoned horseman, he tethered Spirit, then held Dusty Dawn for her as she dismounted. She walked over to the stream and he came to stand beside her.

“Well, how did I do?” she asked, glancing at him.

“Not too bad…for a princess.”

When she looked at him, she could see he was teasing. But the term still rankled, and she started to turn away from him. She wanted to make him forget the life she'd left so he'd see her in her own right out here, but maybe that couldn't happen.

His hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Mallory, you're a fine rider. Why didn't you tell me yesterday that you knew your way around horses?”

“Because yesterday you were testing me and I had something to prove.”

“And today?” he asked, his voice deep, his blue eyes alive with the desire that she'd glimpsed last night.

He was full of passion, as much passion as that stallion, and if she just said the word— “Today I
still
had something to prove. I can be useful around here, Reed. I can't sit and twiddle my thumbs until Dawson returns.”

“You want to ride a fence line?” he teased.

“What I want is for you to take me seriously.”

The silence echoed as his gaze probed hers. “I take you very seriously, Mallory.”

If she leaned forward, just a little, he'd probably kiss her. But last night's kiss had shaken her too much for her to invite anything like that again anytime soon. So instead of leaning forward, she took a step back. “Then let me help with the horses. I'm sure there's something I can do.”

He sighed. “Let me think about it. I'll talk to Cruz and maybe Hank. We'll see what we can come up with.”

She wanted to throw her arms around him and give him a hug, but even that could lead to trouble. Instead she just said, “Thank you.”