Justin's Bride by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page B

then straightened. Her smile broadened. “But yes, she has. And her husband is worse. I’ve heard the whispers, what people are saying about you. Eventually, everyone comes into the store. The new settlers don’t mind that you’re sheriff. As long as they are free to get on with their lives, they’ll have no complaints. But the old-timers, the ones who were here when...” Her hand fluttered toward him. She didn’t want to speak of that time, or that day. She didn’t want to recall the ugly words she’d spoken to him, or the pain in his eyes. She didn’t want to know how much she’d hurt him. And herself. In the deepest, darkest part of her heart, she knew she’d made the right decision. She couldn’t have gone with him. But she’d been wrong in the delivery of the message. She’d been so afraid he would convince her to come with him that she’d lashed out in fear, speaking harsh words that could never be recalled.
    â€œThey won’t forgive you,” she said.
    â€œThey don’t have to. I appreciate your concern, but it’s misplaced. The contract’s binding. Unless I commit a crime, they can’t get rid of me. For the next year, they’re going to have to get used to having me around.”
    â€œWhen the year is up, what happens then?”
    He looked past her toward the fire. “Then I leave this place behind and never come back.”
    â€œSo it’s just for a year?”
    His eyes met hers. She saw the amusement. She was so grateful he would eventually be leaving, she didn’t care that it was at her expense.
    â€œYes, Megan. One year. Then you’ll be through with me for good.”
    She could bear anything for a year, she told herself. “I think it best that we try to stay out of each other’s way during that time,” she said.
    Instead of answering, he smiled. She knew that smile. It made her knees weak and her fingers tremble. It made her remember his kisses, and more. It made her wish Justin Kincaid had been respectable, the son of a farmer or a business owner. It made her wonder what would have happened if she’d gone with him.
    â€œWhy is it a problem if we see each other?” he asked, the glint in his eye reminding her he was dangerous.
    She couldn’t answer that question. He might suspect the truth, but he wouldn’t know for sure. “Why are you here?”
    â€œI told you, I’m the sheriff.”
    â€œNo, why are you in my house? Why did you come to see me tonight?”
    â€œI want my question answered first. Why is it a problem if we see each other?”
    She didn’t think he’d moved, but somehow they were standing closer together. The snapping of the burning wood in the fireplace filled the silence. The scent of the smoke mingled with the fragrance of the night and the man. She could feel his heat. She had to tilt her head back to look at his face. Her hands clasped and unclasped.
    He reached out toward her. She thought about stepping back, but she couldn’t seem to get her feet to move. He was going to touch her, and she was going to let him. She needed to know if he could still affect her, she told herself firmly. It was a scientific experiment.
    His thumb whispered against her jaw, then swept across her chin. Sensation shot through her like the unexpected warmth of sunlight after a storm. The room grew hot, her muscles clenched tight.
    â€œWhy aren’t you married?” he asked.
    â€œNo one ever asked.”
    The lie was so automatic, she shocked herself. Why had she said that? She’d been engaged for months. It would be better for Justin to know the truth, but she couldn’t say anything now. She was confused. Nothing made sense, and Justin was moving closer.
    â€œI find it hard to believe you never tempted a man,” he said. “Are they all blind?”
    She should have been pleased at the implied compliment, but she was too