A Place with Briar (Harlequin Superromance)

by Amber Leigh Williams

  After a moment’s tension, the muscles working against the frame of his jaw, he shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t stand here watching you hurt and not hold you.”

  He touched her, lifting his hand to her hair, letting his fingers curl into it as he cupped the nape of her neck. He closed in, crossing the marked space between them, bowing her restraint like an ill-laid buttress. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I shouldn’t have walked away, no matter what was said. I shouldn’t have left until you understood exactly what it is I feel for you.”

  “Don’t do this,” she whispered. “Please, don’t, Cole.”

  He lifted his head, his dark eyes awash with regret...and love. “I would have given anything to stay with you.”

  “Everyone leaves,” she repeated. “You would have left eventually.”

  His gaze heated at the words. She hadn’t thought there was space left to close between them, but his arm wound around her waist and he pulled her into him, against him. “How could you say that? I love you. It feels like I’ve loved you forever—I can’t remember who I was before you.”

  His arms tightened around her as he turned his face into her throat. “I realized I loved you the first time I kissed you. Here at the inn, with the bay around us. I kissed you and felt things inside me I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. It was in that moment that I realized I’d somehow found home again.”

  A sob shook Briar. She couldn’t hold them back anymore. With everything in her, she wanted to reach out to him, return his embrace. Enfold, accept him. “I can’t....”

  “Believe me,” he murmured. “I do love you, Briar, and if I could do it all over again, I’d never hurt you. I wouldn’t lie and I wouldn’t walk away. Not for a single moment.”

  Her lips trembled. “When Tiffany told me what you’d done for her, I felt so alone. I’ve never felt so alone in my life as when I found out you’d betrayed me.”

  Brushing the hair back from her face, he skimmed his thumb over her cheek, smearing tears. “I never want you to feel that way again. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t. I want to make you feel loved every moment for the rest of your life. I want to make this a home again—a real home. I want there to be a family here.”

  She gasped at the word. Family. Even when she’d been alone, it had remained the single most precious dream. More than keeping the inn alive or going back to school. Even when she’d told herself it would never happen, it had lived on inside her.

  He cupped her face in his hands until her eyes lifted to his. And there she saw it—that dream she’d desperately wanted again.

  He must have seen the softening in her eyes because he smiled, touched his lips tenderly to hers, so softly the sweetness of it stole her breath. “Wait here?” he pleaded.

  She swallowed, nodded, unable to speak.

  His lips warmed into a smile, hands squeezing hers briefly before he walked around her to the door. She moved only to reach over and wrap a bracing hand around the back of the closest chair. The orange-red, neon-tinted light of the horizon spilled through the windows and shined through the sunflowers’ petals, giving the scene a dreamlike quality. She felt something building inside her. At its crest, forgiveness rode in all its shocking, gilded glory. And behind it...all the love she’d thought had been lost with Cole’s betrayal.

  “Briar...I’d like you to meet someone.”

  Turning, she took one look at the man and boy standing in the doorway and clasped a hand over her heart. The man stood behind the boy, hands gripping his shoulders in a supportive stance. As she looked from one face to the other, what little of herself she’d been holding back instantly melted.

  Cole’s eyes were soft, his voice gentle and low. “This is my son, Gavin.”

  Briar pressed her lips inward to control the emotions building in the back of her throat. When she was sure she could speak, she took a step forward. “Gavin. It’s lovely to meet you.”

  Cole’s hands squeezed Gavin’s shoulders as he lowered his head toward the boy’s head and murmured, his tender eyes never straying from hers, “And, Gavin...this is the lady I was telling you about. Briar.”

  Gavin stepped forward and extended a hand in greeting.

  Briar couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face as she lifted her hand to grasp his. She simply held it, lowering to her knees so they could be eye to eye with each other.

  Gavin scanned her face. His expression was curious, if a bit hesitant. He licked his lips then finally said, “Dad says your cinnamon rolls are awesome. Will you make some for me?”

  “Gav,” Cole said on a laugh.

  “It’s all right,” she assured Cole. Lifting her other hand, she held Gavin’s in both of her own and said, “Of course. I’d be happy to.”

  He grinned back at her, revealing several missing teeth. After a moment, Cole cleared his throat quietly and Gavin’s shoulders straightened. “Oh, yeah,” the boy said. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, he pulled out a small box. “For you.”

  She touched a hand to her lips. The box was blue velvet and ring-sized. It fit in Gavin’s palm, but just barely. “Oh...” Air escaped her in one long, staggering rush. “Oh, my...”

  Cole put his hands on Gavin’s shoulders again. “Thanks, chief. I’ll take it from here.”

  Gavin turned, placing the box in Cole’s hand. He tugged on the fingers clasped around the velvet box until Cole followed his urging and lowered his head to his level. Briar heard him whisper over the pounding of her heart in her ears, “I like her already.”

  Cole chuckled quietly and touched his lips to Gavin’s brow. “That’s my boy.”

  Gavin rushed from the room. After a moment, she heard the drone of the television from the next room. Then Cole shrank to one knee and his eyes found hers and the rest of the world disappeared completely.

  He opened the box and lifted it so the single diamond on the band within caught the flaming light, reflected pinpricks shining on the walls around them. “I bought it after that afternoon we spent together in the rain.”

  Her mouth fell open as her gaze sought his, unbelieving. “No. No, you didn’t.”

  His mouth split into a wide grin. “I did. I knew then what I say to you now. Whatever happens from this day forward, I’ll love you. I’ll take care of you. And I won’t let anything hurt you, Briar. I swear it.”

  It was a promise he had made before. But this time he would make it last forever. She knew it in her heart.

  “Do you believe me?” he asked.

  She scanned his face with eyes that brimmed with tears. A sob shook her again, but a smile bloomed on her lips. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I believe you.”

  Releasing the ragged breath he’d been holding, he placed the ring on her finger. Then he pulled her against him, into him, as the day faded and all the things she hadn’t dared hope for and more sprang to life for them both. Turning her lips against his ear, she held him close and whispered, “Come home. Stay with me forever.”

  He pulled back, raising her hand to kiss it. “Forever,” he agreed, lifting his loving gaze to hers and holding it. “And then some.”

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  CHAPTER ONE

  THIS WAS A bad idea on so many levels.

  Victoria Calhoun stared up at the swanky stone-faced McMansion and wondered why she somehow managed to get all the fun jobs. Did she really want to march up to those giant glass doors and ring the bell? Or should she run away while she still had the chance? She really hated dealing with cowboys.

  Especially the rhinestone kind.

  Especially the kind that got drunk in a bar and kissed a very sober, very wallflower-type of girl and didn’t even remember it later.

  Yeah, that kind.

  But it had been a few years since that night in downtown Fort Worth. He hadn’t remembered her then and he wouldn’t remember her now. They’d danced, had some laughs and shared some hot kisses in a corner booth and then, poof, he’d moved on. Like two minutes later.

  I’ve moved on, too. Enough that I don’t have to stoop to this just because some sexy, sloshed cowboy kissed me and left me in a bar.

  Victoria decided she was pathetic and she needed to leave. She’d have to make some excuse to Samuel but her boss would understand. Wouldn’t he?

  In the next minute, the decision was made for her. The doors burst open and a leggy blonde woman spilled out onto the porch while she also spilled out of the tight jeans and low-cut blouse she was wearing. The blonde giggled then started down the steps to the curving driveway, but turned and giggled her way back to the man who stood at the door watching her.

  The man wore a black Stetson—of course—a bathrobe and...black cowboy boots with the Griffin brand, the winged protector, inlaid in deep rich tan across the shafts. It looked like that might be all he was wearing.

  Guess if you lived on a five-thousand-acre spread west of Dallas, you could pretty much wear what you wanted.

  Victoria wanted to turn and leave but the sound of her producer’s voice in her head held her back. “V.C., we need this one,” he’d said. “The network’s not doing so great. The ratings are down and that means the revenues are, too. Sponsors are pulling away left and right on other shows and soon the bigwigs will be cutting shows. The ratings will go off the charts if we nab Clint Griffin. He’s the hottest thing since Red Bull. Go out there and get me some footage to show our sponsors, while I keep pushing things with his manager and all the bothersome lawyers.”

  So Samuel wanted some good footage? After trying to make an appointment by leaving several voice messages, Victoria had decided to do her job the old-fashioned way—by using the element of surprise. Since this was just a little recon trip and not the real deal, she could have some fun with it. She lifted the tiny handheld camcorder and hit the on button. And got a sweet, sloppy goodbye kiss between Blondie and Cowboy Casanova that should make Samuel and the sponsors, not to mention red-blooded women all over the world, sit up and take notice.

  She remembered those lips and the way he pulled a woman toward him with a daring look in his enticing eyes. Remembered and now, filmed it. Revenge could be so sweet.

  Blondie giggled her way to her convertible, completely ignoring Victoria as she breezed by. Clint Griffin stood with a grin on his handsome face. He waved to Blondie and didn’t notice Victoria standing underneath a towering, twisted live oak.

  “You come back anytime now, darlin’, okay!”

  Victoria rolled her eyes and kept filming. Until she got closer and saw that the cowboy in the bathrobe was staring down at her.

  “Hello, there, sweetheart,” he said, his steel-gray eyes centered on his close-up. “Who are you? TMZ, Extra, Entertainment Tonight? Oh, wait, CMT, right?”

  Victoria stopped recording and held out her hand, both relief and disappointment filtering through her sigh. “I’m Victoria Calhoun. I’m from the television show Cowboys, Cadillacs and Cattle Drives. We’re part of the Reality Network.”

  Clint Griffin lifted his hat to reveal a head full of light brown curls streaked with gold and then took her hand and held it too long. “TRN? Get outta here. Did my manager send you as some kind of joke? ’Cause I’m pretty sure I told that fellow on the phone the other day that I’m not interested.”

  Obviously, he didn’t have an inkling of ever being around her or kissing her in a bar long ago. Or maybe his whiskey-soaked brain had lost those particular memory cells. Good. That would make this a lot more fun and a whole lot easier.

  Yanking back her hand, Victoria wanted to shout that he was the joke, but she needed this job to pay for her single-and-so-glad lifestyle. “No joke, Mr. Griffin. My producers want to do a few episodes about you. But then, you obviously already know that, since our people have been trying to negotiate with your people for weeks now.”

  “So I hear,” he replied, his quicksilver eyes sliding over her with the slowness of mercury. Probably just as lethal, too.

  Forever grateful that he’d tightened the belt on his robe, Victoria waited while he put his hat back on his head and walked down another step and stared right into her eyes. “Honey, you’re too pretty to be on that side of the camera.” He reached for her recorder. “Why don’t you let me film you?”

  His teeth glistened a perfect white against the springtime sunshine while his gray eyes looked like weathered wood. His thick brown-gold hair curled along his neck and twisted out around the big cowboy hat. The man had the looks. She’d give him that. Even in an old bathrobe and just out of bed, he oozed testosterone from every pore. And his biceps bulged nicely against that frayed terry cloth.

  Angry that he looked even better with that bit of wear surrounding him like hot red-pepper seasoning, Victoria tried to compare this man to the young cowboy who’d messed with her head all those years ago. Young or old, Clint Griffin still had it.

  But she didn’t come here to gawk.

  “No, no.” She pulled her hand and the camcorder away before he could grab it. “That’s not how this works, Mr. Griffin.”

  “Call me Clint and come on in.”

  Victoria wondered at the sanity of entering this house without her crew, the sanity of making any kind of deal with this man, verbal or otherwise. Would she come out later, all giggly and dazed like the woman who’d just left?

  A forbidden image shot through her sensibilities.

  Job, Victoria. You need this job, remember? Her boss had hinted at a nice salary change if she nabbed Clint Griffin.

  “I’ll wait for you to...uh...get dressed so we can talk.”

  He looked down and let out a laugh. “Mercy me, I am half-nekked. Sorry about that.”

  He didn’t look sorry, not the least little bit.

  His cowboy charm grated on her big-city nerves like barbed wire hitting against a skyscraper window. “It’s okay. I did kind of sneak up on you. But I did try to call first. Several times.”

  “Did you? I’ll have to find my phone and check my messages. Been kind of out of commission for a few weeks.” He grinned at that. “That’s me, I mean, out of commission. The phone works just fine. If I can keep up with it.”

  She knew all about him being out of commission but she figured he had his phone nearby at all times. His life was in all the tabloids. Rodeo hero parties too hard and gets arrested after a brawl in a Fort Worth nightclub. A brawl that involved a woman, of course. Apparently, his phone wasn’t the only thing he didn’t bother to check. Rumor had it if he didn’t check his temper and his bad attitude, he’d lose out on a lot of things. One of them being this ranch.

  What a cliché of a cowboy.

  He motioned her inside. The foyer was as expected—as tall as a mountain peak, as vast as a field of wheat. But the paintings that graced the walls were surprising. A mixture of quirky modern art along with what looked to be serious masterpieces. And here she’d thought the man didn’t know art from a postcard.

  Maybe someone else had picked these out.

  Victor
ia pictured a smartly dressed, brunette interior-design person. A female. She imagined that most of the people in Clint Griffin’s entourage were females. Or at least she’d gathered that from all the tabloid stories she’d read about the man. He’d probably seduced the designer into bringing in the best art that money could buy to show he had some class.

  Victoria wasn’t buying that. She’d researched her subject thoroughly. Part of the job but one of the most fascinating things about her work. She loved getting background information on her subjects but this had been an especially interesting one. When Clint’s name had come up in a production meeting, she’d immediately raised her hand to get first dibs on researching him. That, after trying to forget him for over two years.

  Rodeo star. Hotshot bull rider, and all-around purebred cowboy who’d been born into the famous Griffin dynasty. Born with a silver brand in his mouth, so to speak. Money wasn’t a problem until recently but that rumor had not been substantiated. Credibility however, had become a big deal. Former rodeo star, since he’d retired three years ago after a broken leg and one too many run-ins with a real bull. Country crooner. Shaky there, even if he could play a guitar with the same flare as James Burton and sing with all the soul of Elvis himself, he only had one or two hit songs to his credit. Rancher. She’d seen the vastness of this place driving in. Longhorns marking the pastures, Thoroughbred horses racing behind a fence right along beside her car, and a whole slew of hired hands taking care of business.

  While he lolled around in boots and a bathrobe.

  But his résumé did impress.

  Endorsement contracts. For everything from tractors to cars to ice cream and the next president. His face shined on several billboards around the Metroplex. Nothing like having one of your favorite fantasies grinning down at you on your morning drive.