Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online

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dreamy pale-blue eyes. “My name’s Harry and you belong inside with us.”
    He reached for her with both hands and dragged her into a
huge hall, past a home office and into a spacious family room and kitchen.
There, with drinks in their hands and grins as wide as Texas skies, stood more
than twenty people.
    “Welcome, Willow! I’m Cara MacRae.” A platinum blonde with
sparkling eyes and a very pregnant figure rushed to her side, arms wide to
embrace her. “We are so happy you’re here. We’ve waited a long time to have a
member of Blade’s family come home to us.”
    Willow grinned at the sweet, warm welcome. “Thank you. I am
delighted to be here.”
    “I guess even more so tonight,” said a tall man who
resembled the one who had answered the front door. “This afternoon when that
rabbit jacked your car was no picnic. Hi,” he said, taking her hand and
bringing her into a bear hug. “I’m Jed MacRae. Another cousin.”
    “Hi, Jed MacRae.” She let him enfold her and was shocked to
be presented with yet another man, blond this time, who also looked like him.
“And you are?”
    “Will MacRae. Brother to these two cowpokes you just met.”
    “Yeah,” said Harry, “but we don’t spread that word around
too much. Got to keep up appearances.”
    “Hell,” said Will. “Do not listen to him. He wouldn’t
recognize anyone with an IQ over sixty.”
    She chuckled as Cara hooked her arm through Willow’s.
“Listen to none of them. They’ve had too much sun today. It makes them dopey.
Let me introduce you to a few of your other relatives.”
    Willow let Cara do her hostess duties, not daring to let her
gaze wander the room for Wade. Wherever he was he certainly was not stepping
forward. But then he didn’t have to, did he? They had already met.
    “My Aunt Bree who owns the boutique in town,” Cara
introduced her to a tall, svelte fortysomething woman with such perfect
features and poise she might have won a few beauty pageants in her time.
    “Thank you so much for this wonderful outfit. The long
summer dress too. I want to come in to the shop soon and buy more.”
    “I’ll be happy to help you.”
    “May I call you Bree?”
    “Yes, do. And you are so welcome, Willow. I’m pleased to see
my selections on a woman who has a figure that does them proud.”
    “You are very kind.” Willow ran her palm down her hip over
the soft, formfitting jersey. “The material of this feels wonderful.”
    “Fits you to a T. Wade,” Bree called over her shoulder,
“come here and admire your skill.”
    Willow stiffened as a dark figure at the back of the room
pushed away from the wall and emerged into the brighter light. God help her. In
body-hugging denim and a crisp white Western shirt, collar open to reveal the
cords of his strong ,tanned throat, Wade Saxon walked toward her. His eyes were
brilliant jewels. Wary and sultry. Why did he have to look good enough to lick?
    It took all her concentration not to salivate.
    “Hi, Willow,” he said as if they were acquaintances, which
of course was what they were. Nothing more, if she didn’t count that he’d made
a move on her. “You do look nice. Good to see you.”
    Nice. Good.
    His bland words riled her. How could he be so indifferent?
    “Thanks, Sheriff.”
    The title pricked him. Made him wince. Good.
    Triumphant, she turned away. But as she did she heard the
proverbial pin drop in the room. The silence shouted loud and clear that something
stood between the lady and the sheriff and it was definitely not right.
    Shit. No way to start my visit here.
    “Drink?” Cara steered her away from Wade, who simply stood
there staring at Willow.
    “Yes. Gin and tonic.”
    “Okay, then. Jed, get Willow a G and T, will you? And you
need to meet a few more people. All related to the Turners or MacRaes.” Cara
led her around the room from group to group, introducing her and stopping to
talk. One was a jovial fellow with laughing brown eyes named Giles Benedict,