Harlequin Superromance January 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Everywhere She GoesA Promise for the BabyThat Summer at the Shore

by Janice Kay Johnson

  She looked up to find him regarding her ruefully.

  “Seeing you look scared of me,” he said, “that’s one of the worst things you could do to me.” He made a rough sound in his throat. “I would never hurt you.”

  She gave a quick little nod, and, after a moment, he answered it with one of his own.

  “All right,” he said.

  Embarrassed at her over-the-top reaction—could she call it a past life regression?—she told him she was sorry. Colin insisted she had nothing to be sorry for.

  Nell interceded by getting them talking about something else, and later, when they were alone in the kitchen, she apologized to Cait for mentioning Jerry.

  “No, it’s all right. I just had this sort of flashback.” Cait even managed a small laugh. “The perils of coming home.”

  “Which I fully understand.” Nell bumped her shoulder against Cait’s. “You should go figure out what you’re going to wear tomorrow.”

  “Oh, boy.” New anxiety instead of anticipation, and Cait didn’t even know why. Because this was Angel Butte? Because, in running away from Blake, she’d made a sharp right turn in her life? Or because she would be seeing Noah Chandler at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, and had no idea why he made her feel so edgy?

  CHAPTER THREE

  WHEN NOAH AND Cait walked into Chandler’s Brew Pub, a host rushed to greet them, and what other employees Cait could see were suddenly very busy. Cait would have been more amused if she didn’t now work for him, too.

  He’d been nothing but agreeable all morning, from the minute he had walked her to her new office. After barely giving her a chance to glance around, he’d hustled her back out so he could introduce her to half the people who worked for the city. Within an hour, names were running together in her head. Perhaps seeing that her smile was growing strained, he had decided to drive her around in his truly enormous SUV so she could see ongoing projects.

  “I’d like to take you to lunch,” he had then declared.

  She felt a flutter in her chest at the idea of having to look at him over a table for an hour and make conversation. She found herself wishing he was married, maybe had a couple of kids she could ask about. Knowing he was single was part of what had her on edge.

  Noah Chandler was an incredibly sexy man despite the fact that he was the next thing to homely. Or maybe that wasn’t it, she’d found herself thinking as she stole glances at him while he drove. Colin had said he was an ugly bastard, but Cait couldn’t imagine any woman agreeing with that assessment. No, he only surprised her because, except for the very sharp blue eyes, he looked like a laborer, not a politician. He ought to be operating a forklift or heaving heavy loads in and out of trucks or railroad cars, not wearing a beautifully cut suit and running a city. She wondered how he kept that powerful physique. Certainly not by scowling at his computer monitor and hammering the keyboard, the way he’d been when she had stepped into his office that morning.

  He wasn’t a physical type that had ever attracted her, for which Cait gave thanks. Surely she’d become inured to the intensity that seemed to be as much a part of him as his raspy voice and tendency to be abrupt when he forgot he was trying to give the impression he was an easygoing man.

  They had barely been seated by the eager host when a pretty blonde waitress magically appeared with menus. She wore a tight little black skirt and a crisp white shirt that strained over generous breasts.

  “Mr. Chandler,” she purred.

  He glanced at her with scant interest and nodded. “Jess.”

  Looking disappointed, Jess retreated with their drink orders, walking more like a model prowling a catwalk than a busy waitress.

  Cait was mildly surprised that her new boss had asked for iced tea rather than a beer.

  “You said you have three locations,” she said.

  He hadn’t even opened his menu. “This was the first.” He looked around, as if appraising the place. “The one in Bend is the busiest. We have live bands playing three or four nights a week. Comedians do better than music in Sisters, for some reason. Here?” He shrugged. “The Friday-and Saturday-night crowd like entertainment. Otherwise, food and drinks seem to be the appeal.”

  Curious despite herself, she had to ask, “You were so bored, you decided instead of expanding your business or finding a new hobby, you’d run for mayor?”

  His grin gave her a few palpitations she should definitely ignore. Cait was a long way from even thinking about getting involved with a guy again, and if and when she ever did, she was looking for gentle, funny, intellectual. The reasons she’d always been drawn to domineering men were not subtle. Now that she’d faced them head-on, she would make better choices. All she had to do was remember her father. The terrifying fights he and Colin had had.

  Blake.

  Never again.

  And even if she had been attracted to Noah Chandler, she now worked for him. Would, in fact, be working closely with him. So knock it off.

  All that intensity was being trained on her right now, though, which made it hard. His eyes were a startling blue, especially considering his hair was dark.

  “What’s good to eat?” she asked, hiding behind the menu.

  He laughed. “Now, what do you expect me to say to that? Everything, of course. I usually have a burger or one of the potpies, but I’m thinking pizza today.”

  They agreed to share one called “The Farm Kitchen” that had a delicious-sounding combination of roasted red peppers, black olives, artichoke hearts and more with a roasted garlic tomato sauce. Jess took their order of pizza and salads and again retreated, with a last, sulky glance over her shoulder.

  “I think your waitress has a crush on you,” Cait observed.

  His eyebrows climbed in surprise. “I can’t imagine. What is she, nineteen, twenty?”

  “And you’re such an old man?” Oh, teasing him wasn’t smart. Professional, she reminded herself. Keep it professional.

  “Thirty-five. Not quite old enough to be her father, but close enough.” Those vivid eyes stayed on her face. “Now that I’ve hired you, am I legally safe to ask how old you are?”

  “Twenty-nine. The same age as Colin’s wife. Have you met her?”

  “In passing. I’ve read plenty about her.”

  Cait nodded. “It’s funny, because I remember her from third or fourth grade. Or maybe both. Do you think I’d recognize a single other kid from that long ago?”

  His rough chuckle felt like a touch. “No? But I understand why you did. The paper printed plenty of pictures from when she was a kid and then when she appeared last year. Not much change.”

  Cait laughed. “She claims to remember me, too, but I think she’s making it up.”

  “What about you? How much have you changed?”

  Something about the question froze her in place. She wanted to believe...oh, that she was nothing like that timid ten-year-old. But everything that happened with Blake had made her realize that she couldn’t shake her past.

  “I was a beanpole,” she told him, keeping her voice light. “Taller than all the boys at that age, and ridiculously skinny. I had white-blond hair then, too. You wouldn’t have recognized me, I promise you.”

  “I’m not so sure,” he said, sounding thoughtful. “Why did you look so unhappy when I asked you that?”

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  He shook his head, impatience on his face. “Never mind. None of my business.”

  Silence enveloped their table. Cait looked down at her place setting to avoid his too-keen gaze. Oh, why not? she asked herself. Blake was the only secret she had.

  “We weren’t a happy family,” she said, probably startling him.

  He’d been scowling toward the cluster of employees who hovered near the check-in at the front entrance, but his head turned sharply
when she spoke. Without looking at them, she knew they had to be sagging in relief. She would have been.

  When he said nothing, she gave a one-shouldered shrug. “In those days, I mostly tried to disappear into the woodwork. I was safest if no one noticed me, you see.”

  “Safest?” He sounded out the word. “Were you abused?”

  “Our father was violent.” Now her voice sounded small and tight. “Mostly when he was drunk. Unfortunately, he owned a bar and, by the time he got home, he was almost always drunk.”

  “I had no idea.”

  “Why would you? You and Colin aren’t exactly friends, and I doubt he talks about it anyway.”

  “No.” Noah sounded disturbed. “No, I don’t suppose he would.”

  “Men don’t like to, do they?” What made her say that? she wondered, appalled. Was she hinting he tell her his background?

  If so, he didn’t take her up on it. Their salads arrived, saving them from awkwardness. Noah asked how much seemed familiar here in town, and she was able to reminisce about the much smaller town from her childhood.

  “I was remembering going to the movie theater.” She smiled at memories that were good. “Colin took me sometimes when Mom or Dad wouldn’t. He’s five years older, you know. I hate to imagine the kinds of movies he sat through for my sake! And just think if one of his friends had seen him.”

  Noah’s mouth curled up on one side. “Death to a guy’s reputation,” he agreed. “Just think, now you can choose from half a dozen movies or more any Friday night.”

  He admitted, when she asked, to attending the community theater’s productions on a regular basis. He had even acted in high school. “I was always the villain, of course.”

  “Of course?” she echoed in surprise, then flushed when again his eyebrows rose.

  “Not even my mother would call me handsome,” he said drily. “I did a hell of a job with Iago, though, if I do say so myself.”

  What could she do but laugh?

  The pizza, when it came, proved to be fabulous. Prompted by her questions, Noah was willing to talk about opening his first brew pub. “I still okay every menu item,” he admitted, “but I was never a cook. I have a recurring nightmare about drowning in beer, though. Kegs breaking open, and I’m trying to get them stacked but meantime the beer is pouring down on me, into my nose and mouth.”

  She chuckled but had a feeling this was black humor for him. She wanted to ask if he liked his product as well as her father had his, but she refrained.

  “Lucky I’m a workaholic,” he said finally.

  Cait could have guessed that. “What made you run for mayor?”

  He eyed her, and she suspected he was trying to decide how honest to be. “Frustration,” he finally said. “That’s probably what drives most businessmen to get involved. You discover too many factors are out of your control.” He tipped his glass of iced tea to her. “Traffic. Zoning, taxes, the adequacy or otherwise of local law enforcement. In my case, once I started expanding, I had a chance to compare how three different cities operated. I’d lived here too long to want to pull up roots, so I decided to remake Angel Butte instead.”

  That really made her laugh. Answering amusement in his eyes told her he at least recognized his hubris.

  “Colin said you moved here about ten years ago?”

  “Nearly eleven, now.” He hesitated. “I learned that my father was here. Hadn’t seen him since I was a kid, but for some reason I decided to look him up.”

  She wondered if he really didn’t know why he’d felt the need to track down his father. Studying that rough-hewn face and the intelligence in his eyes, she thought, no, of course he knew.

  “So you found him and stayed.”

  Noah shook his head. “I never did find him. He’d disappeared.” His expression closed. “I guess he’d moved on.”

  Cait didn’t believe in his outward indifference, but clearly he was done sharing confidences. She could take a hint.

  They kept chatting, but more like the employer and employee they were. He asked that she attend the city council meeting the following Tuesday, told her about his second hire of the week, the new city recorder who’d be starting in June.

  He paid, and as they walked out, wanted to know if she’d yet found a place to live.

  Cait shook her head. “I haven’t even started to look. If you’ll recall, it was only yesterday you offered me the job.”

  He gave her an odd glance. “I guess it was.”

  It was a little silly that they had to get back in his big SUV for a whole two-block drive, but earlier he hadn’t suggested parking at the city hall/courthouse complex and walking back.

  She looked straight ahead as he maneuvered out of the slot. “Did you have any suggestions? I mean, about where to live. I’ll have to rent for now.”

  “I suppose you don’t want to stay at your brother’s.”

  “No-o.” She drew that out. “He actually has an apartment above his garage. So I might stay there.” She liked the idea of having Colin close if Blake showed up in town. On the other hand... “I’m not sure I want to be accountable to him for my comings and goings.”

  “It would be a little like moving back in with Mom and Dad,” Noah mused.

  Cait rolled her eyes. “It might be worse.”

  “Your brother the cop.” He was highly amused; she could tell. “I guess it might be.”

  “Well.” She shook herself. “No hurry to decide.”

  “There are some new town houses available for rent in a nice location,” he said after a minute. “I hear they’re decent.”

  When she asked why he sounded grudging, he admitted they had been built by Earl Greig, who sat on the city council.

  “One of the not-so-happy ones.”

  “That would be him.” Noah’s tone was sardonic.

  “Not-so-happy means they’re more likely to support you in making changes, doesn’t it?”

  “In theory.” He made an indecipherable sound. “You should be welcome, at least.”

  This was really out of line, but... “Earl doesn’t like you?”

  “Earl can’t bring himself to forget that I used to wear my hair in a ponytail.”

  Cait choked.

  He flashed her a grin that was so devastating, he might as well have kissed her.

  “Yeah, stubby little thing.” He reached up to his nape as if fingering hair that wasn’t there anymore. “Shocking, I know.”

  Smiles like that—they were shocking. And, dear God help her, she had to pretend they had no effect on her at all.

  “Lucky Earl doesn’t live in the big city,” she said.

  “Earl is daily torn between his greed and disapproval of all newcomers as well as tourists. Makes his votes kind of chancy.”

  He pulled into the parking slot reserved for the mayor, set the emergency brake and turned off the engine. Cait scrambled out, not wanting to take a chance he’d turn his head and gaze at her with that thoughtful look that made her wonder whether he saw straight through her.

  She felt him glancing at her as they walked through the garage, but he didn’t say anything until they were on the elevator and it was rising, floor numbers pinging.

  “I’ll let you have the afternoon to yourself,” he said, his tone distant as if he’d almost put her out of his mind already.

  “Thank you for taking so much time for me,” she said formally when they reached her floor and the door slid open.

  He dipped his head, a frown making his features harsher. Whether he looked after her as she exited, Cait had no idea. She didn’t dare glance back.

  * * *

  NOAH TRIED LIKE hell to stay away from his new director of community development for the rest of her first week of work. That didn’t mean he didn’t hear constant
reports about her and have to field a couple dozen phone calls asking about her. It also didn’t mean he didn’t catch glimpses of her entirely too often. There was one day he swore he couldn’t step out of his office without seeing her hurrying down the hall or engaged in conversation in a doorway or walking out to her car.

  Earl wasn’t real happy that a woman had been hired instead of a man, a hidebound attitude that didn’t surprise Noah at all. Noah listed her qualifications for possibly his most contentious city council member, who grumbled but went away. Beverly Buhl, chair of the Arts, Beautification and Culture Committee, called to burble her delight about how “forward-thinking” Ms. McAllister was.

  “And charming,” she enthused, to which he growled agreement; something about his voice momentarily silenced her.

  Taking Ms. Cait McAllister out to lunch had been his mistake, he concluded. He’d done fine up until then. Lunch might have been fine, too, if they’d stuck to business. Instead, they’d sounded each other out about their pasts, their likes and dislikes as if they were on a first date.

  Damn it, she’d made him laugh!

  He wanted to be grumpy because she didn’t dress professionally enough, but the truth was, she did. She went so far as to wear a suit the second day. Unfortunately, she never seemed to wear the kind of colors that would have allowed her to blend in. The suit was lemon-yellow, the skirt reached only midthigh and the jacket was short and fit snugly over very nice breasts and a slender torso. She even wore high heels in a matching shade of yellow. When he spotted her down the hall in that one, he was blitzed by the thought that she looked like a sexy ray of sunshine. Furious at himself, he blundered into the men’s room, stared at himself in the mirror with incredulity and took a piss when he’d rather have whacked his head against the wall.

  Day three of her tenure, he almost walked into her as he was heading out midafternoon. Today she wore linen slacks and a thin sweater set the color of the ocean off Belize. He nodded; she offered a single, distracted smile and returned to conversation with her assistant director.