Under the Covers (5 page)

“We have time, sweetheart.” Desire spiraled high across his face. Grabbing her hips, he pushed her up the mattress, his body covering hers. He brushed the hair away from her forehead. “You’re beautiful.”

She blinked. This was about sex. Great sex. She couldn’t offer more. “Quinn, I—”

“Shh.” He nipped her lips. “I know. No worries.”

Well, that might hurt a little. “Oh, okay.”

He settled between her legs. “But for the next couple of hours, you’re mine, sweetheart.”

The possessive tone battered down any defenses she’d been trying to shore. “Maybe I’ll claim you, Sheriff.” Tangling her fingers through his thick hair, she tugged his mouth down to hers for a slow, long, drugging kiss.

A jangle echoed by the doorway. “Freeze!” a woman yelled.

Then things happened too fast and too slow all at once.

Juliet screamed.

Quinn leaped from the bed and toward danger.

Juliet scrambled under the covers.

“Jesus Christ,” Quinn bellowed, jumping back for the bed and shoving under the covers with her.

Juliet clutched the bedspread to her chest, her gaze on the doorway. Quinn’s college-aged sister stood with a bat clutched in her hands, her blue eyes wide and her face extremely pale.

The woman’s mouth opened and closed several times. She threw the bat to the floor and ground her fists into her eyes. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I could’ve lived my
whole
life without seeing…
that
!”

Quinn growled and threw a pillow at her while remaining safely under the covers. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Dawn ducked the pillow and peered between two fingers. “I came to talk to you and found Mertyl wandering down the road. Titan followed right behind her.”

“Oh.” Quinn sat up but kept the bedspread over the important parts.

“And”—Dawn’s voice rose in pitch and volume as she dropped her hand—“I came inside, and it looks like there was a big fight. The table is broken, a painting is down, and I heard a noise up here. So, I grabbed the bat and came upstairs.”

Quinn stilled. Tension vibrated through the room. “Let me get this straight. You noticed signs of a fight, of danger, and your logical choice was to grab a bat and come upstairs.”

“Um—” Dawn took a step back.

Juliet fought the urge to hide her face under the bedspread. “I’m so sorry, Dawn.”

The woman shuffled her feet. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know—I mean, that you and Quinn—well, I mean—”

“Go away,” Quinn muttered. Then he frowned. “Why didn’t you call for help before coming upstairs?”

Dawn’s eyes widened just as heavy boots pounded up the stairs. Jake rushed into the room followed by Colton, their younger brother. Both men wore faded jeans, work gloves, and thick shirts. They’d obviously been working the ranch.

Dawn giggled. “I did call for help.”

Oh, God. Heat shot into Juliet’s face so quickly her skin burned. She pulled the sheet over her head.

Jake’s laugh rang through the room.

“I’m going to arrest all three of you for trespass if you don’t get the hell out of here,” Quinn barked.

The sound of a door closing was a prelude for a moment of silence before laughter echoed down the hallway stairs. Quinn tugged on the sheet.

Juliet held onto the heavy cotton with all of her might.

“Juliet? They’re gone.”

It didn’t matter. She’d never live the last few moments down. Good thing she was leaving town. Soon.

Chapter Five

Juliet settled more comfortably in the kitchen chair, her gaze on the half-naked warrior cooking dinner. “I think we may have blinded your sister for life.”

Quinn chuckled and stirred the scrambled eggs. “I’d prefer not to think about it again.” The muscles in his impressive arms shifted as he reached for salt and pepper to dump on the eggs. He wore scars on his back, and it hurt she wouldn’t have time to get close enough to ask about them. But she had the night, and she was going to enjoy what she could. He’d thrown on jeans but had left his torso and feet bare. Very masculine. “If I hadn’t been nude, I probably would’ve smashed both Jake’s and Colton’s heads together for not leaving right away.” While the words emerged tough, obvious affection lived in them.

“You and your siblings seem close.” Juliet picked at a loose thread on the shirt she’d borrowed.

“We are.” Quinn removed the pan and slid eggs onto two plates. Delivering one to her, he grabbed a plate of buttered toast. “You don’t have siblings?”

“No.” Not really, anyway. She eyed the eggs. “These look fantastic.”

“Thanks.” He sat and tossed her a napkin. “Eggs are the only thing I know how to cook. Well, besides Christmas cookies.”

Juliet unfolded the napkin on her lap. “Christmas cookies?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Leila and I have a tradition of making Christmas cookies shaped like sheriff stars every year. It’s our, ah, thing.”

Talk about the sweetest thing Juliet had ever heard. “You’re a softy, Sheriff.”

“Humph.” He dug into his eggs. “Why the gallery, Juliet?”

She paused. “What do you mean?”

“The gallery? There are tons of businesses you could open, and you choose a Western art gallery in a small Montana town. Why?” Lazy intelligence glimmered in his eyes.

The need to confide in him surprised a grin out of her. “I love art. Love paintings, drawings, sculptures—even comic books. But, no matter how hard I tried, I never had talent.” She took a sip of water. “Skill, maybe. But not the talent so few have that amazes anyone who looks.”

He nodded. “So you decided to surround yourself with art.”

“Exactly.” For the first time in a month, her shoulders relaxed. “I do have a good head for business, and I have an eye for other people’s talent. That works.”

“Do you still paint?”

“No. But I do sculpt once in a while. Just for me, and just for fun.” Her pieces were more functional than inspirational, but that was okay.

The phone rang, and he stretched over his head to grab the handset off the wall. “Lodge.” He listened for a moment and then stood to flip open his cell phone sitting on the table. “Yes, Mrs. Romano. I understand. Give me a minute.” He set down the handset and punched in a number on the cell phone.

Juliet tilted her head to the side. What in the world was going on?

Quinn waited and smiled. “Hi, Mrs. Maceberry. This is Sheriff Lodge, and I could use Graham’s help. Is your son home?” Quinn glanced at Juliet and winked.

Sexy and strong, that wink shot right down to throb between her legs. The man should be captured on film.

“Graham?” Quinn straightened up. “Mrs. Romano’s cat is stuck in the tree down the street. I owe you lunch next week if you go and get the darn thing down.” Quinn nodded. “You’re the best, kid. Be careful and don’t fall.” The cell phone clicked shut. He lifted the handset to his head. “Mrs. Romano? Graham Maceberry has become my official cat catcher. He’ll be there in a few minutes to get Snookie down. Just offer the kid one of your amazing strawberry scones when he succeeds. Yes, ma’am. Have a good night.”

With a sigh, Quinn dropped back into his seat. “My job’s a dangerous one, darlin’.” The smug grin sliding across his face promised both danger and sin.

“I can see that.” She licked cheese off her fork.

His eyes flared.

She stopped licking. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me alive.” She paused as heat filled her face. “You know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He’d leaned forward to say something that had to be sexy when the doorbell rang. He frowned. “What is up with people today?” Tossing his napkin on the table, he strode into the other room. Voices echoed, and he returned with a plate full of brownies and a casserole dish covered with tinfoil.

Juliet lifted her eyebrows.

Quinn smiled and shoved the plates into the refrigerator. “Mrs. Phillips is missing both of her sons. One is in Idaho at a convention, and the other is overseas. She always makes plenty of food, and I usually get extras when the boys are out of town.”

Juliet glanced past him to the myriad of different dishes in the refrigerator. “It looks like a lot of women feed you.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He shut the door and sat down.

She’d bet her last pair of shoes most of the dishes were made by single women and not grandmotherly types like Mrs. Phillips. “Well, a man has to eat something other than scrambled eggs and cheese.”

“Exactly.” His gaze wandered over the white dress shirt she’d borrowed. “You look darn nice in my shirt.” He shoved his plate to the side. “Why don’t we head back to bed?”

She swallowed, caught by the fire in his eyes. “Good idea.”

The phone rang again. With a muffled expletive, Quinn answered it. After listening, he took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll be right there.” Hanging up, he flashed an apologetic grin. “Joan Daniels heard a noise in her backyard. She called me because she’s just down the road, and I can get there sooner than the guys on duty in town.”

Juliet studied his strong face. “You don’t seem worried.”

“She hears something every other week or so. It’s usually the wind. But, we did have a sighting of a cougar last week, so I need to check it out.” He reached for his gun on top of the refrigerator. “Can I borrow that shirt?”

“No.” Juliet slid off the chair. Forty-year-old, four times divorced, Joan Daniels wore low-cut shirts and partied in town a lot.
She
was the cougar Quinn should look out for. No doubt she’d called the sexy sheriff for more than a cougar sighting. “I’ll clean up while you’re gone.”

“You’re the best.” He placed a quick kiss on Juliet’s forehead. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back.” After running upstairs, he returned fully dressed and wearing his hat. “Lock the door behind me.” Then he was gone.

How many women did the sheriff rush out to rescue on a daily basis? Juliet shook her head. She didn’t have a claim on the man, and she’d insisted on no strings. A quick survey of the kitchen proved the sheriff made quite the mess when he cooked. But hey, he had cooked for her. She dug in and had the room cleaned in short order. The silence ticked around her.

Maneuvering up the stairs, she made the bed. Sitting down, she pressed the sheriff’s pillow to her face. Male, wild, and free. Yeah. The scent of Quinn. The sense of safety surrounded her in his bed. With a sigh, she lay down and closed her eyes for just a moment.

A strong hand shook her shoulder. “Juliet? Wake up, baby.”

She started awake.

Quinn stood over her, lines of fatigue cutting into the side of his mouth. “It’s after midnight, sweetheart. I’ll take you home before heading to the station to write up my report.”

She shook her head and sat up. “Was there something outside of Joan’s house?”

“Yes. A fully grown, hungry cougar.” Quinn rubbed his whiskered jaw. “Now we have cougars too close to residences. Those animals can be wicked.”

“Oh.” She flipped back the bedspread and stood. When had she fallen asleep?

Her dreams had been filled with some odd guy named Bob who kept telling her to go for her greatest wishes. Now her dreams ordered her around.

Quinn tugged her into his hard body and rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”

“Right back at you, Sheriff.” The warm arms around her melted her muscles into relaxation.

He stepped back. “Get dressed, and I’ll meet you downstairs. Also, Sophie is driving up to the lodge instead of riding in the trail fund-raiser tomorrow. I’ll just have her pick you up on the way.”

“Excellent.” That way, appearances would be met. The world would think she and the sheriff were dating. Well, they were having sex, but he didn’t want her to stay the night. That was all right. She didn’t want to stay the night, now did she? “I’ll be ready in a moment.”

He nodded and headed downstairs.

Well, now. Where exactly did she leave her clothes?

Chapter Six

The morning sun trickled weakly through the heavy clouds, promising a rainstorm. Quinn wound twine around the post, snipping the ends into smoothness. The heated summer-storm season was about to hit, and the ranch wasn’t prepared. “You’re lucky I didn’t have my gun on me last night,” he muttered at his brother.

Colton chortled and kicked a rock into place to secure another post. “From what I saw, you didn’t have anything on you.”

Quinn threw the ball of twine at the dumbass. “You’re a moron.”

“Maybe.” Colton tugged his Stetson down against the piercing wind. Even so, his multicolored hair blew around his neck. “But I would’ve kept the woman all night and not driven her home before midnight.”

Jake glanced up from where he pounded in a new post.

Irritation whipped through Quinn stronger than the damn wind. “I haven’t kicked your ass in a while, little brother, but don’t think I’m opposed to the idea.”

The smart-ass grin Colton shot him nearly guaranteed a beating. “Sounds like fun. I haven’t just been studying animal science the last three years, you know.”

“Don’t think the MMA crap you’ve been doing comes close to special-ops-training, Colton Freeze.” Sure, Quinn was proud of his little brother. That didn’t mean he couldn’t beat the shit out of him now and then.

Jake threw the hammer into the back of the battered Ford where it clanked across the faded metal. “I’m fairly certain the sheriff shouldn’t commit battery—especially during an election cycle.”

“Stop sounding like a lawyer,” Quinn snapped.

“I am a lawyer.” Jake grabbed a fence-hole digger and plunged the blades into the moist earth. “As much as it pains me to admit this, I agree with Colt. Your reputation of lovin’ ’em and leavin’ ’em is ticking off Mom. Let a woman stay the night once in a while.”

“Love ’em and leave ’em?” Quinn hefted a fence pole from the back of the truck. “I don’t even date anybody in town.”

“You don’t date, period.” Colton moved out of the way for Quinn to shove the pole in the ground. “You have sex and leave. Unfortunately, the city isn’t far away from our small town.”

Jake angled around and grabbed part of the pole to plunge down. “I think Mom has Tom geared up to talk to you. Just a heads-up.”

Quinn groaned. While he loved his stepfather and appreciated him becoming a father to Quinn and Jake when they were young, he didn’t need a fatherly talk about sex. “Tom has enough to worry about with Dawn.” The youngest of them all, little Dawn was plain wild…and in love with the wrong man. “We all have enough to worry about with Dawn.”

Colton shoveled dirt around the post. “Nah. The last time Hawk came home on leave, they didn’t even talk to each other. She’s over him.”

Quinn cut his eyes to Jake, who shrugged. “That would be excellent news.” Not that he didn’t like Hawk, because he did. They’d all grown up together and were good friends. But Hawk’s time in the military was wearing on him, and Dawn was way too young to get serious over a man. “What about you, Colton Henry Freeze?”

Colt grinned. “I’m not in love, don’t plan on being in love, and am ready to graduate and head home. In fact, I’m going to build over on the east side of the ranch, near the falls.”

Quinn yanked his leather glove off to rub his chin. “What about Melanie?”

Jake snorted. “Dumbass here hasn’t figured out Mel’s a girl.”

Colton tossed the post digger onto the truck bed. “Mel’s been my best friend since kindergarten. Of course, I know she’s a girl.”

“And?” Quinn asked.

“And nothin’.” Colton jumped to sit on the tailgate. “We’re friends. She’s dating some banker from Missoula. The guy wears three-piece suits. Three piece.” He shook his head.

Colt was a moron when it came to women. But, on the other hand, the place he wanted to build would be perfect for a ranch house. When their mom had married Tom, they’d had Colt and Dawn. When the Lodge boys were old enough to make the decision on their own, they’d combined the Lodge and Freeze acres into one sprawling ranch they all worked. Any profits were split evenly. His father had been dead for many years, but Quinn was sure he’d be pleased with how things had turned out. “How is Melanie’s grandpop doing?”

Colton shook his head. “Not good. The doctors say he’s terminal.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Quinn ripped off his hat to wipe his forehead.

Jake reached for a thermos and poured coffee for all three of them. “Somehow we got off the subject of Casanova here and Juliet Montgomery.”

“We’re finished with that subject.” Quinn took a deep drink of the unloaded brew and grimaced. Another seven months until Sophie’s baby was born, damn it. Jake had switched them all to decaf because he was too lazy to make two pots.

“I know why you either leave or kick a woman out of your bed, Quinn,” Jake said quietly.

Of course he knew why. They’d gotten drunk, really drunk, about two years ago and told each other everything they’d seen, everything they’d done, while in service for their country. Then they’d never spoken about it again, which worked just fine for Quinn.

“So do I,” Colton murmured.

Quinn narrowed his focus on his brother.
“You
don’t.”

Colt shrugged. “I may not know the details, but I know you’ve struggled with PTSD. That’s the only thing that would make you kick Juliet Montgomery out of your bed. Period.”

Sometimes Quinn forgot his youngest brother was a freakin’ genius. Smart as hell, and nothing got past him. “You don’t understand.”

“I’m not pretending to understand. But, I also know you’d err on the side of caution so as not to hurt somebody, when really you should be taking a chance. That woman is worth the risk.” Colton took a gulp.

Jake staggered back. “Did you just get relationship advice from numb-nuts here?”

Colton laughed and jumped from the truck. “I may be younger, and I may not have fought overseas, but you know what? I’m right.”

…

Juliet brushed her hair, satisfied with her sparkling-clean apartment. The tiny, three-room apartment above the gallery was both quaint and easy to maneuver. She tried not to wriggle on the seat of the vanity in her bedroom.

Her rear end hurt. Mainly from the darn horse ride, but her hips showed slight bruises from the sheriff’s grasp.

The thought brought a smile to her face. The man was passionate and explosive, and he’d stopped treating her like glass. Thank goodness.

The phone rang, and her fingers trembled before she answered. Was the sheriff calling?

A throat cleared. “Um, Juliet?”

She exhaled. “Hi, Sophie. What’s up?”

“Um, well, don’t freak out, okay?” Sophie said.

Juliet’s blood pressure rose. “Okay.”

“The good news is that the Western Pacific Art Council is sending dignitaries to the art showing, and if they like the paintings, they’ll give us a grant for the gallery,” Sophie said, her words rushing together.

Hope bloomed in Juliet’s chest. “That’s amazing. How did you—”

“The bad news is I told them we could have the showing Saturday in order to meet the deadline for the grant process,” Sophie interrupted.

Panic cut off Juliet’s breath. She wheezed out. “Saturday is in three days.”

“I know, but I’ve finished all the paintings, and even the charcoals are ready to be hung. We can do this. I promise,” Sophie said.

That was crazy. But a grant from the WPAC would guarantee the gallery remained open, even if Juliet had to leave. Sadness compressed her lungs—she thought she’d have more time with Quinn. She sucked in air, sprinkled with courage. “Okay. We can do it.”

Sophie’s happy squeal ripped through the line, and Juliet held the receiver away from her ear. “We need to get to work.”

“After the trail ride today, I promise we’ll come help you hang the art. We can also send out an e-mail blast and make some flyers for town,” Sophie said.

Juliet shook her head, even though nobody could see. “I’m not riding today.”

“I know. Quinn asked me to pick you up, and we’re on our way now. His mom and I are driving up to the lodge for the picnic. Wasn’t that sweet of him?”

“Humph.” Yes, it was sweet to get her a ride, and now she could relax. But she was still uncomfortable about the sheriff. “I’ll be outside in a few minutes.” After saying good-bye and hanging up the phone, Juliet finished with her makeup. She couldn’t leave town until after the showing, but a few days wouldn’t make a difference.

The phone rang again, and she rolled her eyes. What bombshell would Sophie ring down now?

“Hello?” Juliet chuckled.

Silence.

“Hello? Sophie?”

More silence. Then something shuffled. Somebody breathed. Heavy and somehow ominous.

Juliet cleared her throat. “If this is Tommy Nelcome, your mother told you to stop making prank calls. I’m calling her right now.”

The caller hung up.

Okay. That was just a kid. Nothing to worry about. Though he’d been calling a lot lately. Juliet dialed her neighbor, Judy Nelcome, to rat out Tommy. Unfortunately, Judy reported that Tommy was visiting his grandparents in Oregon, and they’d gone to the ocean for the day. So the caller wasn’t Tommy.

Juliet hung up and took several deep breaths. Just because the caller wasn’t Tommy didn’t mean another kid wasn’t goofing off. She’d been careful, and she was safe. Her family couldn’t find her. An illogical and disastrous need filled her to call the sheriff and ask for help.

It was just a prank call, for goodness’ sake. Yet another prank call.

She yanked on cowboy boots, pleased they matched her long skirt. Since she wasn’t riding a raging beast, she didn’t need to change. After adding several pieces of silver Celtic jewelry, she whipped through the apartment, grabbed her purse and coat, and headed down to the gallery. Tucking her arms in the sleeves, she stepped outside the main door, making sure to secure the locks.

A chilly wind scattered leaves down the quiet street. Their rustling scraped against crumbling asphalt.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled. She glanced at the still storefronts. Her breath burst out in pants. There was nobody there. Her mind was playing tricks on her from a silly prank phone call. An SUV turned the corner, and she sighed in relief at Sophie in the driver’s seat, her blond hair up in a ponytail.

Loni Freeze, Quinn’s mother, waved from the passenger seat.

Juliet waved back and jumped into the backseat. “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Of course. You look lovely today, Juliet,” Loni said.

“Thank you.” Juliet fought to keep from blushing, considering Loni’s son had bent Juliet over a table the other day and made her see stars. “So do you.”

Loni smiled. Definitely petite, it was a surprise the woman had birthed and raised three large sons. Quinn had inherited her dark eyes and angled Native American features, but his size must’ve been his father’s.

Sophie signaled and pulled into the street. “Sorry about the huge car. I wanted to bring the smaller one, but you know how Jake gets.”

“Yes.” A pang of jealousy smacked Juliet between the eyes. What would it be like to have an overprotective husband who cared so much? Sophie had been in a car accident a couple of months ago, and Jake was a bit obsessive about making sure she drove around in something close to a Sherman tank. “This way we get to stretch out, anyway.”

Loni laughed and glanced out the window. “A storm is coming. I hope the rain misses the riders today.”

Juliet followed her gaze as they drove through an intersection. A black SUV waited at a stop sign, the windows tinted. She focused, seeking the license plate. There wasn’t one.

The vehicle pulled into the road behind them.