After her reputation went down the loo with a big, resounding whoosh, she’d decided if you can’t beat ’em, give ’em what they expect. She’d discovered the protective covering of a really good costume and in-your-face flirting. She’d also put herself out there on the dating front for a while, hoping that more guys would tell the truth about their so-called experiences with her than the ones who’d lied through their teeth.
That latter thing hadn’t panned out so great. But it’d taught her a lesson that she retained to this day: keep your relationships brief and fun, then move along before they can bite you in the butt.
She shot Adam a genuine smile. “You didn’t.” He raised an inquiring brow and she added, “On our one and only date, you were one of the few who didn’t treat me like a slut.”
“Yeah, well, I had a fairly strict upbringing.” He shot her a wry smile. “I sort of hoped you’d turn out to be one, though.”
The belly laugh exploding out of her felt good, and she was still laughing when Grace and Gabe came out of the house. Wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, she turned to the teacher. “Are you leaving?”
The other woman tended toward quiet and had a refined, good-girl air about her. But she possessed a sweet smile and a good sense of humor and had been ingenuously open about getting a kick out of hanging with her and Janna.
“Yes.” Grace came over and took Macy’s hands in her own. “Thank you so much for including me in your party this afternoon. I had a blast.”
“It was fun, wasn’t it? I really enjoyed getting to know you a little. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
Gabe jingled his keys in his pocket and she gave the teacher a nudge. “It looks like your date is getting impatient. He must have a hot necking session planned down at Buzzard Canyon.” Mentioning the spot, however, dimmed her humor considerably.
It resurrected when Grace turned pink and stuttered, “Oh, no, I don’t think—” while Gabe shot her a look.
“You’ll have to cut Ms. O’James some slack, Grace,” he said coolly. “She has sex on the brain. Must be the L.A. influence.”
“Only with you, sugar,” she said, and Grace and Adam laughed, obviously believing it was just another example of her flirty ways. But she admitted to herself that there was more than a grain of truth to the matter. It had been a fairly long dry spell since she’d thought of having sex with anyone. But every time she clapped eyes on the big fire chief it seemed to be the first thing that popped to mind.
Well, she’d just have to do something about that. One, because she didn’t poach on other women’s turf, and two, the guy was far from a lighthearted player, which was her usual type.
And face it. Being back in Sugarville is challenge enough.
Wasn’t that the damn truth. A challenge, squared. The last thing she needed was some sparks in the dark sexual chemistry with a man she suspected just might burn her alive.
When it came to Gabriel Donovan she intended to keep her distance…and then some.
CHAPTER SIX
GABE HEARD WAR WHOOPS and the sound of boys laughing as he let himself out the kitchen door and headed for his car. Tracking the noise, he spotted Tyler and Charlie taking turns stalking each other through the fruit orchard beyond the small parking area. They dodged in and out of the trees and behind the shed at the end of Bud’s enclosed garden, popping out from behind cover long enough to shoot streams of water at each other from long-barreled, pump-action soaker guns. It was over ninety today, so he thought their activity had a helluva lot more appeal than climbing into a car that had been cooking in the sun since he’d stopped home at noon. Opening the vehicle, he watched the boys over its roof as he gave the heat trapped inside a minute to escape.
But in the abrupt that’s-so-last-minute-this-is-now way of kids, Tyler suddenly lowered his gun and, dragging it behind him as if it equaled his body weight, trudged in Gabe’s direction.
It soon became clear, however, that the boy hadn’t noticed him. “Mom,” he said in an aggravated voice before he and Charlie even reached the parking area. “We’ve been waiting forever! When are we gonna go to the pool?”
Gabe hadn’t noticed the women until then, but now he homed right in on Janna sitting in a lawn chair under the oak tree with Macy on the ground at her feet. The dappled shade cast by the broad leaves was fairly deep, so they weren’t exactly in high-def. But they were noticeable enough that he was surprised he’d missed them in the first place.
Macy turned her head to look at Tyler. “We’ll leave as soon as your mom’s toenails dry.”
“I don’t know why you hadda go paint ’em in the first place,” the kid groused.
“Because she has her first physical therapy session in twenty minutes and when a girl’s facing something difficult it gives her a lift to look her best.” She flapped a go-away hand at him. “Besides, by the time you two’ve dried off, so will the polish.”
“Whatta we have to dry off for?” Ty demanded indignantly. “We’re just gonna get wet again at the pool.”
“That’s true,” Janna said, extending her good foot to admire her paint job as Macy gathered nail stuff together and threw it in a little case. “But you’re not climbing into my car like that.”
“We wanna go in Aunt Macy’s car!”
“Not going to happen, Ty,” Macy said, climbing to her feet and brushing off her butt. “My car’s a two seater and there are four of us.”
“That sucks,” he muttered.
“Well, I suppose your mom and I could always take my car and you and Charlie could stay home with Grandma.”
Janna nodded. “That would work.”
“Nuh-uh!”
Macy observed him with a stillness Gabe had never seen from her, since she was usually electricity in motion. “Then quit your whining,” she commanded in a tone that didn’t resemble her usual easy-breezy way of speaking. “Contrary to what you seem to believe today, it’s not all about you. Now, go dry off and don’t forget to ask Grandma for a couple of dry towels to take to the pool.”
“Aw, man!” But he headed for the back door of the boardinghouse, passing Gabe without acknowledging him.
As the screen door slapped shut behind the boys, Gabe watched Macy bend to lift her cousin out of the chair.
He went to help. “Kind of rough on the kid, weren’t you?” he said as he hipped her aside and reached to gently raise Janna onto her feet. Okay, so he actually thought she’d handled Ty dead right. Yet somehow words he never intended to say seemed to come out of his mouth whenever he was around her. He narrowed his eyes at her for once again putting him in that position. “I had drill instructors in the army weren’t as tough as you.”
“Gee, why aren’t I surprised you were a big, bad soldier?” she shot back. “The only shocker here is that you weren’t the D.I. I can see you getting nose-to-nose with some poor, hapless recruit to yell in his face until his ego is paste beneath your boot.”
I’ll show you nose-to-nose. He took a hot step forward, then, catching himself, executed a bigger one in reverse.
Jesus. The woman turned him into someone he didn’t recognize faster than you could clock a cheetah going from zero to seventy. But this was it. He was through falling into that trap. He was getting his Zen back and from now on keeping his mouth shut.
He shot a glance at his watch. What the hell was he doing hanging around here, anyhow, when he’d scheduled a meeting with his volunteer firemen in fifteen minutes?
But his good intentions went up in flames when they all stepped out into the blazing sunshine and he took his first real good look at her outfit. “What the hell are you supposed to be today?” he demanded. “A belly dancer?” Okay, it wasn’t quite that overt. But holy shit.
“I’m pretty sure it was her Wonder Woman Underoos back in the fourth grade that set her on the path to all things dress-up,” Janna said with a fond smile at her cousin’s animal-print bikini top and the crocheted bronze scarf tied low on her hips, its long, silky fringe s
himmying with every breath she took.
“Hey,” Macy said. “Do not mock my Wonder Woman underwear. I’ll have you know I have fond memories of the white stars on those little blue pants and that great winged W on my chest.” Her lips curled upward. “I totally rocked those undies.”
Then she turned and pinned him in place with a level gaze. “As for what I’m wearing today, Donovan, it’s called a bathing suit and cover-up. Women in the new millennium wear them when they go to the pool. Deal with it.”
“Or an almost-cover-up, anyway,” he murmured, taking in the long, smooth stretch of skin between Macy’s forehead and toes, broken only by the strings and two tiny triangles of the giraffe-skin fabric that almost protected the modesty of her high, sweet breasts and that peek-a-boo scarf that bared her stomach and one boyish hip before showcasing glimpses of those yard-long legs. Crap. Was he drooling?
He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Well, hey, you’re a big girl and you’ll wear what you’re gonna wear.” He turned to Janna. “Good luck with your first PT session.”
He walked away to the sound of Macy muttering, “For God’s sake. Was there anything you didn’t eavesdrop on?”
There wasn’t enough time in the drive between the boardinghouse and town for the AC to catch up with the heat in his car, and his khaki shirt was stuck to his spine by the time he pulled up in front of the one-engine firehouse.
His six volunteers were already there, and he strode into the mini kitchen and joined them at the table where they were drinking coffee. “Sorry I’m late. I stopped off at the boardinghouse after my meeting with the mayor and got hung up.”
Johnson, a strapping blond farmer, shrugged as he reached for the sugar container to add a heaping teaspoon to his cup. “I’m impressed you made it at all. I’d be hard-pressed to drag myself away if I had the opportunity to hang out with Macy O’James. Did anyone else see her in Burn, Baby, Burn?”
“Oh, yeah,” Bundy agreed fervently, while Solberg said, “That one was hot, no question. But she was off the hinges in Ain’t No Talkin’. Who can forget her in that little satin nightielike thing?”
It was touch-and-go for a second, but Gabe managed not to take his exasperation out on his men. But Jesus, wouldn’t it be nice if he could go just one day, or hell, even a couple of hours, without having to listen to everything Macy? This was a small town, however, and apparently once word that O’James was featured in the provocative videos had gotten around, the entire town had started tuning in to watch.
Ignoring the comments, he nodded his thanks to Kirschner, who handed him a mug of coffee. Then he looked around the table at his men.
“I asked you to meet me here,” he said, “because the upshot of my meeting with the mayor this morning was more budget cuts in the works. It won’t affect your pay per fire, but there’s no money for the non-emergency support person I’d hoped to hire. So I’d like to run something past you that I brought up with Mayor Smith.”
“You actually got something past Mayor Tight-wad?” one of his men demanded.
“Yeah, since it won’t cost him much and has the potential for a big return. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Fire Corps, but it’s a volunteer program that provides support personnel, saving fire departments across the nation time and money. We’re too small to have a branch in our area, but I’d like try recruiting for one. So if you all are willing to take a dunking for the cause, I did get Smith to unclench his wallet long enough to get us a booth and a dunk tank at the county fair in August. People seem to love those things, and with the chance to knock us into a tank of water comes an opportunity for us to raise some money, hand out literature and talk up the benefits of volunteering for the fire department.”
“I’ll do it,” Johnson said, as others at the table nodded their agreement. “What the hell, it’s a chance to meet chicks—something I don’t get off the farm often enough to do much of. If you really want a turnout, though, you should talk Macy into being part of it.”
His first inclination was to snarl, “Enough about O’James, already!” But applying cold-blooded logic to the suggestion, he had to agree the guy had a point. The way she’d laughed that night on the porch with Westler popped to mind, as it had way too often. And picturing a wet Macy, laughing like that even once? Hell, they’d have men lined up the length of the fairgrounds, ready and willing to lay down their hard-earned cash for the opportunity to make her do it again.
So he nodded. “Good thinking,” he agreed, congratulating himself that it didn’t even sound grudging. “I’ll run it past her.”
“YOU MIND THE LIFEGUARDS now!” Janna called after Tyler and Charlie as they tumbled from the car and raced for the gate to the town pool.
Macy raised an eyebrow at her cousin, causing the other woman to make a face in return. “I know, I know.” Janna said. “Wasting my breath.”
“And so unnecessarily, too. Unless things have changed dramatically since my time, those lifeguards keep an eagle eye on the kids and expel anyone foolish enough to give them lip.” Reaching across the console, she gave Janna’s thigh a comforting pat. “That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about. I’ll head back to supervise as soon as I get you situated with the therapist and make a quick stop at the Shop and Save to pick up some TP for Auntie.” She glanced down at her pool wear, then shot Janna a sly smile. “Think the patrons there will be as scandalized as the fire chief was over my display of skin?”
“You know this town. Some will, some won’t. But Macy, about Gabe—”
She grimaced. “I know, be nice, he’s a good man, a righteous, upstanding member of the community, yadda, yadda, yadda.”
“I’m sure he’s all those things.” Janna’s lips tilted in a wry smile. “But what I was going to say was, what’s with all the verbal foreplay between you and him whenever you’re together?”
“What?” She pulled her gaze from the road to stare at her cousin in shock. “No verbal foreplay! We don’t do that.” Then, directing her attention back to the traffic, she admitted, “Well, at least he doesn’t. He seems pretty into Grace. And if that shouldn’t halt me in my tracks, I don’t know what will, since I’ve never poached another woman’s guy in my life. But man.” She shook her head. “There’s just something about him. He opens his mouth or, okay, just stands there giving me that cool, judgmental look and it’s like he’s catnip and I’m the cat, he’s Mad Dog and I’m the wino, he’s crack and I’m the—”
“I get it, Mace.”
“Well, I wish I did. I’m not sure I even like him. But I sense all kinds of heat beneath that outer chill, and boy, am I attracted to him. I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”
“I’m thinking he’s pretty attracted to you, too.”
“But don’t you see? If he is, that makes him a pig. And me a guy-rustling pigette. Because there is Grace.”
“Who is a sweetheart,” Janna said.
“Yeah, she is,” she agreed trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. “I really like her.”
“So do I. But I gotta say, Macy, when it comes to sparks between her and Gabe? I see zip. Nada. None.”
Not particularly liking herself for the satisfaction that hearing that gave her, she said as she wheeled the car into the clinic’s parking lot, “Maybe their fascination with each other is something they prefer to keep private. They’re both pretty contained.”
“I suppose.” But staring at the blue-and-white County Seat Sports and Spine sign, Janna didn’t sound convinced.
Or even as if she were actually still paying attention to the conversation. Macy touched her arm. “You nervous?”
“Big-time. Which no doubt makes me a big fat baby.”
“No, it doesn’t. You’ve been through a lot, and this is something new added to the mix. But first times in everything are always the hardest. I think it’s that going-into-the-unknown thing. I bet your progress will grow in leaps and bounds with the therapy, though.”
“There is that possibility.”
Janna’s head snapped around and she laughed. “That’s one of the things I love about you, Macy. You never sugarcoat stuff or try to placate me with false promises.”
She shrugged and climbed from the car, circling the hood to help Janna out. “Not much point in promising you something I have zero experience with. But I’m hoping for the best for you, Janny.”
She was thinking about her cousin ten minutes later when she strode into the Shop and Save and headed for the paper-goods aisle, her flip-flops slapping against the linoleum floor. Between her rat-bastard ex and the accident, Janna’d had an extremely rough six months, and Macy hoped like crazy the therapy would at least start her on the road to regaining her health.
It likely helped that Sean and his barely legal new squeeze had recently moved to Spokane. No longer having to risk running into him whenever Janna went out had to make things a little easier. She still had to deal with his parents, but the elder Purcells, who wanted a relationship with their only grandson and were embarrassed by their son’s actions, treated her with scrupulous politeness.
Macy was hunkered down in front of the multiroll packages on the bottom shelf when a voice she could have gone the rest of her life without hearing drawled from behind her, “Toilet paper, Macy? How appropriate. You always did turn everything to shit.”
Swallowing a sigh, she selected a twelve-pack, rose to her feet and tossed it in the basket. Stooping, she grabbed another and added it, as well. Then she turned to face her old high school nemesis.
From their first encounter Liz Picket had disliked her, but in the beginning it hadn’t been personal. As the school beauty, a cheerleader dating Macy’s crush, football star Andrew Mayfield, and the only child of one of the wealthiest men in town, Liz had been the undisputed female leader of the most popular group in school. Her sense of entitlement made her an equal-opportunity bitch to anyone she felt was her social inferior, which since Sugarville was largely a farming community, had pretty much meant all but a select few. What surprised Macy was how everyone had kept their heads down and let her get away with it.
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