âAdmit it.â
âYes,â Dani said softly. âYes, he was.â
âA little louder. I didnât quite hear that.â
âHe was a lousy, good-for-nothing, son of a bitch.â
Angela grinned. âBetter. Want to try one more time?â
Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she shouted the words at full volume, adding a few more derogatory remarks for good measure. It was surprisingly cathartic, she concluded, laughing.
âI hope you werenât talking about me,â Duke said, appearing out of nowhere at the end of the porch.
Dani couldnât seem to find her tongue, but Angela grinned at him.
âIs that how people usually refer to you, Duke?â
âSome do,â he admitted.
âWell, you can rest easy. In this case, we were talking about someone else.â
His gaze settled on Dani, his expression thoughtful. âI see.â
Angela looked from Dani to Duke and back again. âI think Iâll run along now. Clintâs probably wondering where I disappeared to. He gets panicky when he thinks heâs going to have to change a diaper.â
Something that felt a whole lot like panic settled in the pit of Daniâs stomach as well as she watched her cousin disappear and saw Duke striding up onto the porch. She hadnât realized she was holding her breath until she felt it slowly expel when he settled against the railing opposite her, rather than in the swing beside her.
âIâve been looking for you,â he said.
âWhy?â
âJust looking for a friendly face.â
âAnd you came looking for me?â she asked skeptically.
âDarlinâ, youâre too polite not to manage a friendly face for a business associate of your fatherâs. Besides, you want me to keep those kittens, donât you? Youâre not going to risk offending me.â
âIâm sure Jennyââ
âIâve talked to Jenny. Iâve talked to everyone here. Iâd rather just hang out here with you for a while, if you donât mind.â
âAnd if I do?â
âThen Iâll leave.â
Her gaze narrowed. âWould you really?â
âAbsolutely.â He grinned. âBut Iâd be back.â
Dani sighed wearily. âDonât tell me youâre the kind of man who only wants what he canât have.â
âAre you saying youâre not interested?â
âI believe I told you once today that Iâm not available.â
âBecause of that jerk you were cussing out when I turned up?â
Oh, God, he had heard. âHow much did you hear?â she asked, flushed with embarrassment.
âEnough to know youâve been badly burned, that youâre gun-shy.â
She forced herself to meet his gaze evenly. âIâve been around guns all my life. They donât scare me.â
âWas that meant to be a warning?â
âJust stating a fact.â
âDuly noted, then. Which brings us back to you and me.â
âThere is no you and me,â she said impatiently. âNot today, not tomorrow, not ever.â
He didnât seem impressed by her declaration. âBet I could change your mind,â he said.
âYouâd lose.â
His gaze locked with hers and made her tremble, proving his point. Hopefully, though, he hadnât noticed.
âWanna bet?â he said softly.
Before she could guess what he intended, heâd clasped her hands and pulled her to her feet. In less time than it took to blink, she was in his arms and his lips were seeking hers.
When his mouth settled gently over hers, she thought briefly about struggling, about directing a well-aimed blow into someplace that would prove just how serious she was about being left alone. The thought vanished before she could act on it, lost to a sea of sensations so sweet, so wildly erotic that her knees went weak and all she could do was cling.
An aching need began to build
Shauna Rice-Schober[thriller]