by Lexi Blake
Trev laughed. “You have no idea how long he’s been looking forward to that. He’s a big kid himself. Jamie found an old trunk of his and Noah’s toys. There’s a train set.”
“See, I took care of everything,” Aidan said. He wanted her to get out and see her family and friends. Maybe it would remind her of what she was missing. “You promised Beth and Dani and Shelley that you would go. You missed the bachelorette party.”
She looked at him, biting her bottom lip lightly. “I didn’t mean to miss it. Something came up.”
Something always came up lately. He motioned toward the seat he’d saved for her.
She started to sit down, but her cell rang again. She grimaced. “Damn. It’s my publisher. Can you hold Jack?”
He settled his son on his knee as Lexi walked away again, talking into that damn cell phone that seemed to be the center of her existence. He knew he should take the phone and chuck it in the toilet, but he didn’t want to cause a scene at his brother’s house.
Lucas put an arm around him, his mouth close to his ear. “We have to do something, Master.”
Aidan agreed. Lexi might think work was never done, but Aidan was starting to worry that maybe his marriage was finished.
And he simply couldn’t accept that.
* * * *
Lexi shifted Jack on her hip as she tried to hang on to her phone. She’d attempted to leave him with Aidan, but he’d toddled into the room looking for her. Her baby boy didn’t care that she had things to do. After she’d hung up with her publisher, her assistant had called. Again. “Yes, order a thousand more. That should last all the way through conference season.”
She could feel their eyes on her. Oh, there might be a wall between them, but she had no doubt that both of her husbands were growing annoyed.
They seemed to be that way a lot these days.
Her assistant’s voice came over the line. “But I don’t have the new cover yet. The new romantic suspense is coming out before the end of the season and we should have the cover on your promo materials, but the artist is completely backed up.”
Lexi held her patience. She loved her assistant. Jessica had moved from Austin to tiny Deer Run for a shot at helping run Lexi’s business and she’d been a godsend, but sometimes she took her job far too seriously. “We can print some single title promo materials for it later.”
Jack wiggled and his hand clutched at her shirt as though he was ready to use it as a way to climb down her body. He’d been patient, quiet, but her baby boy was restless. Since he’d learned to walk, he didn’t exactly love to be carted around.
“All right.”
Thank god. She could get off the phone. If she hurried, she might still be able to make part of breakfast. Maybe that would make up for the fact that she’d had to skip out on the bachelorette party in order to finish her edits.
Jessica barely took a breath before she started talking again. “One more thing.”
“No.” She had to get off the phone. She’d been on the phone for almost an hour, and she’d promised Aidan she wouldn’t work this weekend. “I can’t. I’m supposed to be on vacation and I’ve spent the entire time on the phone. Aidan has flown right past annoyed and into rage territory.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll handle it. You enjoy your weekend.” Jessica’s smile practically came over the line. “I will do my level best to not call again.”
The button on her blouse popped open and her son started trying to crawl across her body, searching for a way down. Baby Jack wouldn’t cry except as a last resort, but he would ruthlessly seek out his goal. Unfortunately she hadn’t put on a bra yet, and now she was hanging out. “I’ve got to go.”
“Hey, Lexi. How’s it going?” Her brother-in-law stood in the doorway, a broad smile on his face. “Motherhood agrees with you.”
She flushed. Somehow Bo always managed to catch her in her most awkward moments. Even after he’d gotten married and he no longer ogled her, he still seemed damn amused whenever he caught her in dishabille.
“You pervert.” His wife, Beth, laughed as she walked into the room, her infant daughter in her arms. “Go and find something to do besides make your sister-in-law uncomfortable. Come on, sweetie. Sit over here. That boy looks like he wants down.”
Bo leaned over and kissed his baby’s forehead. He winked at his wife as he headed out.
“He’s more of a toddler, and he takes that seriously.” She buttoned her shirt back up with her free hand after shoving her phone in her pocket. Glancing around the room, she decided this wasn’t the place to test her son’s newfound skills. “He’s also a climber.”
If she set him down here, he would attempt to haul himself up those bookshelves in the corner as soon as he could toddle over to them.
Beth settled herself into a comfy chair, pulling at the side of her shirt and placing her baby at her breast. The baby’s hands came up, clutching at her prize as she nuzzled and began sucking.
Jack grunted, pointing down. He was stubborn and willful, a bit like his namesake. And Daphne was off the breast now. Sometimes the only peace and quiet she’d gotten since Daphne was born had been those moments of feeding her baby, holding her to the breast.
“He’s fine.” Beth gestured to the perfectly clean floor. “Jamie and Noah completely baby proofed this place. We’re over here as often as we are in our own house. The bookshelves are secured against the wall.”
She sighed and lowered Jack to the ground. He immediately started toddling all over the place. He was going to be the death of her.
Her phone rang again.
Damn. Maybe her career would be the death of her.
“You’re getting popular,” Beth said with a smile.
“I’m getting insane.” She pulled a magazine out of Jack’s hand before glancing down at the caller ID. Her agent. If she answered that call, she would be on the phone for forty minutes. Kathy was a great agent, but she loved to talk. She shoved the phone back in her jeans.
“I would think you would be happy. I remember how happy you were when you sold that first book. I remember holding your hand the first day it went on sale.” Beth’s eyes were sympathetic.
And Beth would know. Beth had been her first assistant. She’d only quit when she’d married Trev McNamara and Bo O’Malley and moved to Bliss. “I am happy.”
She loved her work, but she wasn’t crazy about her schedule. But it was completely necessary given her current situation.
“You could slow down.”
She thought about it every day. “I would lose my place.”
“Your place?”
How to explain it? Beth had only been around for the first year of her career. “The industry works fast these days.”
Beth nodded, her hand covering her daughter’s tiny head as she continued to suckle. “You wrote six books last year. I would say it’s rapid fire.”
Jack climbed on the coffee table, hoisting his legs up as though he was attempting Mount Everest. Lexi sighed and pulled him back down. His tiny face frowned, but then lit up again as he found a new adventure. “It’s not exactly what I envisioned.”
She’d envisioned writing a book a year and making a million dollars and being celebrated for her talent.
The world didn’t work that way. Every single book was a fight. She made great money—more than the ranch, but not enough that she didn’t have to keep working. Not enough that she could sit back and relax every once and a while. She had to grind it out every day or people would forget about her. She had to fight for her place or someone else would take it.
And she had to pray she had enough money in the bank when the inevitable happened.
“How is the ranch doing?” Beth asked.
Lexi saved her son from taking a header off the TV stand. “It’s great. We broke even last year. We’ll show a profit this year.”
Ranching was hard work. It had taken years to switch from traditional to organic cattle ranching and build a new client base. Aidan put hi
s heart and soul into the land. That was why she couldn’t stop.
“I heard Lucas cut back on his hours.”
Lucas was a lawyer. Before they’d been married he’d worked long hours in Dallas building a client base. In the last few years, he’d given up everyone except his brother, Jack Barnes, Julian Lodge, and select friends. He did almost all of his work out of the house. Unless there was something to do in court, he was at home.
It was good since she spent a lot of her time on the road.
God, she missed her husbands. After Daphne was born, she’d promised to slow down. She couldn’t tell them why she hadn’t.
“He wants to be close to the kids.”
“He wants to be close to his family. All of them.” Lucas walked into the room and caught Jack as he fell back off the bookshelf. It might be secured to the wall, but Jack wasn’t. Their son giggled as he fell into his dad’s arms. “You’re going to kill me, son.”
“He’s trying hard to kill himself.”
His eyes came up, those emerald orbs kicking her in the gut. “We missed you at breakfast. Aidan went out to help Trev and Bo and Jamie with the herd. They’re trying to get everything done so they can enjoy the wedding.”
That was Aidan in a nutshell. He would work his ass off to help the people around him. Couldn’t he see that was what she was trying to do? Her writing had started as something she wanted to do—a piece of her soul she couldn’t deny. And then she realized how much she could help her family with it. She’d been a little offended when Aidan had told her he wouldn’t put her money in the ranch. It was her home, too, but Aidan had been adamant that he wouldn’t take her money or Lucas’s. She socked it away, hoping he would relent someday and allow her to help him.
Now she needed it because her idiocy might cost them the ranch. Her stomach turned at the thought.
“Why don’t you come and rest for a while? Beth wouldn’t mind watching Jack.” Lucas’s voice was a silky seduction.
Beth chuckled. “Nope, Jack and I can watch some Disney movies. You two should rest. Resting can take your mind off a lot of things.”
Sex. That was how Lucas rested. He teased and tempted her to bed and then had his wicked way with her, and after he’d wrung a couple of orgasms out of her, she could sleep for a few hours. So tempting. Aidan could join them. He could put her over his knee and spank her ass until she cried out all her tension and then he would be sweet as he fucked her senseless. She wouldn’t have to think about anything but them. She could be their submissive for a few hours.
Lucas reached out to her, a sexy grin on his face. “Come on, baby. You look tired.”
Horny was a better word for it.
The phone rang again.
“Ignore it and come with me.” Lucas’s voice had gone hard, commanding.
She bit her bottom lip. She wanted nothing more than to walk away with him, but she’d given up the right to do that. “I can’t. I’ve been waiting on this call. Give me a minute.”
Lucas sighed, his whole face tightening. “It’s never a minute, Lexi. I’ll take Jack out to play. Daphne’s sleeping, but I’ll take care of her, too. Try to eat sometime this morning.”
He cuddled Jack close and walked out into the morning air.
And she was left behind. Again.
“That man is not happy,” Beth said with a shake of her head.
She wasn’t sure any of them were happy right now. She kept telling herself it was merely the ups and downs of a marriage, but she knew the truth. She simply wasn’t ready to tell them yet. How long could she blame their problems on settling into the baby’s schedule? On a million minor stresses?
How long could she fool herself into thinking she could solve this and they wouldn’t have to know how much her pride had cost them?
“No, he isn’t. Maybe he’ll settle back down when we get home.”
She would cling to lies as long as she could because she wasn’t ready to face the fact that her marriage might be over. When they found out what she’d done, they might be done with her.
She answered the phone and got on with business.
Nate Wright’s Shopping List
Chapter Three
Rafe
Rafe Kincaid looked down at the job offer. It was everything he’d hoped it would be. When he’d gone to bed the night before he hadn’t dreamed this would come through.
It was based on a lie and it would take him away from Bliss.
“Can you take her for a minute?” Cam was standing in front of him, their daughter in his hands. Sierra Rose was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen. He immediately held his hands out, taking the baby into his arms. Her slight weight was satisfying.
And her big brown eyes kicked him in the gut.
Sierra didn’t look like any of them. They shared not a strand of DNA, but she was his girl.
And he needed to do right by her. He couldn’t keep living off Cam’s salary. Laura made even less. She was still working at the Stop ‘n’ Shop because no one had shown up to take her place and she was loyal to the man who had given her a job when she’d needed one.
Rafe needed to provide. But he wasn’t sure he could do it in Bliss.
There was a job waiting for him in Miami. A good job with a six-figure salary and a company car. It was a corporate job, not what he’d wanted when he’d first joined the FBI, but it would be more than enough to take care of his growing family. He could afford a much larger place than their rundown cabin. He had some money saved up, and Laura had been hinting that they should spend it to fix up the cabin, but Rafe had put her off. When Rafe mentioned it, Cam would simply shrug and point out that the cabin was better than most places he’d lived.
Cam was smiling down at the baby, a cup of coffee in his hands. He’d slept in today. Though it was already eleven o’clock, Cam was having breakfast. Since Logan had quit, Cam had pulled a lot of late shifts. “What are your plans for the day? Nate wants a new desk. After catching Georgia and Logan going at it on his old desk, he claims there are way too many germs. So guess who gets to man the speed trap?”
Since the Bliss County Sheriff’s Department was currently down a deputy, there was only one answer.
“That would be you. Tell me something. Did you pull over the club owner yet?”
Cam held a hand up, his eyes going wide. “If Nate wants to milk Julian Lodge for some cash, then he can do it himself. That dude scares me. I was in the BAU long enough to figure out who will and won’t kill me. I already caught Wolf speeding twice though. What are you looking at?”
He slid the paper under a magazine. “Just another job I’m considering applying for.”
He didn’t mention where the job was.
Would they miss the mountains? Would they miss sitting on the porch together during the summer and having coffee in the morning and a beer at night? Would they miss cuddling during the winter as the snow fell?
Maybe they would flat tell him if he wanted to leave, he could do it alone.
Would they even listen to all his reasons for moving to Miami?
Not that there was any reason to go back to Miami other than the money. His mother had made that brutally clear. His mother’s reaction to his marriage had pointed out certain hard truths about the life he’d chosen to live. He wouldn’t give it up for anything, but the minute he stepped outside of Bliss, his odd marriage became a distinct liability.
Cam leaned against the fridge. “You know you could have any job you wanted if we were back in DC.”
They weren’t in DC. “It’s different out here.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to feel like you’ve lost your touch. It’s a lot harder to find a job in a town this size.”
“Yes, I know. I have to be patient.” He’d applied to work with the Colorado Bureau of Investigations as a consultant. They’d explained that he was highly qualified, and that they would give him the job in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for the morality clause. He’d thought he’d be open and upfront,
but it seemed that sharing a woman with his best friend was akin to having a felony conviction when it came to getting a job with the government.
That was why he’d lied about his marital status on the corporate job application. He’d stated only that he was married and his wife’s name was Laura. He hadn’t mentioned Cam at all. That was why his gut still turned when he looked at the offer.
“Can I get you anything before I head out? I’m working a double until we get the new guy in,” Cam said, picking up the lunch Laura had left for him. Cam might complain about his job with the Bliss County Sheriff’s Department from time to time, but he loved it. He fit in better than he had when they’d been partners in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
And Rafael Kincaid watched the baby. Not that he didn’t love Sierra, but he hadn’t spent all that time in college so he could be a stay at home dad. “No, I’m fine.”
Cam stared at him for a moment. “The deputy position is yours if you want it. Hell, Nate would be happy to have you. We’ve had trouble with applicants since Logan resigned permanently. Mel filled out an application, though he changed the title of the job from deputy to Chief Alien Hunter. He said he’ll do the job for free, but he won’t wear the uniform because polyester blends are alien in origin. He’s our only candidate right now.”
“I thought we had a couple of applicants from other towns.” He knew way too much about what went on at the sheriff’s department.
Cam’s eyes rolled in obvious frustration. “We had two guys from Monte Vista who were interested. They were about to turn in their applications when Nell made her weekly protest.”
Rafe groaned. “Well, if they can’t handle Nell’s chanting, they aren’t suitable.”
Nell’s protests were a way of life in Bliss. Hell, a deputy in Bliss had to put up with any number of odd encounters.
“So what do you say?” Cam asked, his eyes hopeful.
Rafe shook his head. That was Cam’s place. They’d been partners on the job once, but he needed his own identity here. “We would have to work opposite schedules if one of us is going to be here with Sierra. We would never be together as a family. And we agreed that only one of us could be in the line of fire at a time.”
