It wasn’t until he was helping with the dishes that Jim realized how very
domestic it all felt. A frisson of fear ran up his spine.
Kate smiled sweetly at her two men, or would have if she’d known how.
“Would you like to spend the night, Jim?”
Johnny tossed down the dish towel and wagged a monitory finger. “I don’t
want to hear any noises, is that clear?” He snatched up his book and shot
down the hall, his bedroom door closing with unnecessary firmness behind
him.
Kate laughed. It was the sexiest sound Jim had ever heard coming out of a
woman’s mouth. It was also the most frightening sound he’d ever heard coming
out of a woman’s mouth. “No, thanks,” he said through suddenly dry lips.
She sauntered around the kitchen island and backed him into a corner,
there to run a delicate finger down his shirtfront. “Whatever can I do to
change your mind?”
He knew this was a bad idea and he tried desperately to remember why, but
his brains had relocated somewhere south of his belt buckle.
He thought, ruefully, that this was his own damn fault. He’d been chasing
after her for years, even before Jack Morgan died. Now he had a tiger by the
tail and he didn’t know what to do with her.
Wait a minute. Really, when he thought about it, it was all Kate’s fault.
She was the one who had lulled him into a false sense of security, fooled
him into thinking he could chase her forever with impunity because she had
made it manifestly clear that there wasn’t a hope in hell he was ever going
to catch her.
The pattern was set, he thought indignantly. He chased. She ran. Then,
last year, something had changed. It was hard with that finger fiddling with
the buttons of his shirt to focus on exactly what had, and how, but there
was a fuzzy memory somewhere in the back of his mind of him trying to do the
right thing, of telling her that he was calling off his pursuit, that she
was a one-man woman and he was neither capable of being nor willing to be a
one-woman man and that—oh hell. Now she was tracing the brass bear on his
belt buckle.
Somehow him telling her it was over had been the beginning of her chasing
him, and while he hated to admit it, she had been far more successful at it
than he had. The last time she had managed to seduce him had been two weeks
before at the New Year’s potlatch, when she’d lured him out of the school
gym and taken him standing up in a corner he fervently hoped had been too
dark to see into because there sure as hell had been a lot of foot traffic
on the sidewalk not twenty feet away. He had held out for a nice long time
before that regrettable if thoroughly enjoyable incident, which he assured
himself was the only reason he’d been such an easy target.
There was no such excuse this evening. He had a perfectly serviceable
vehicle parked right out front, too, providentially positioned for a quick
getaway.
“What the hell did you put in that soup?” he heard himself say as she led
him up the narrow wooden stairs to the giant sleigh bed in the loft.
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