Lori Foster Bundle

by Lori Foster

  His thoughts wandered from that as the woman tried to thank him in her driveway, obviously embarrassed that her children were loud and that he’d had his day interrupted. Personally, Morgan thought the kids were pretty cute, three of them girls, the youngest two boys, and he told her so even as he juggled a bag of groceries and a tiny three-year-old. The mother had positively beamed at him then.

  All in all, they’d acted like children, which they were, so he saw no reason for her to be uncomfortable about a little noise.

  After Morgan helped her get her groceries inside, he called Gabe. His brother met him at the garage where they got both tires repaired. After they’d driven back out to her car and changed the tire, Gabe drove the woman’s car to her house while Morgan took the Bronco. Finally, they both went back to the garage.

  “I appreciate your help, Gabe. Could you believe those tires she’s driving on? And with five kids in the car.” Morgan shook his head, wondering if there was any way he could help her. She and her husband were both hard workers, but her husband had suffered an illness and missed a lot of work in the past year.

  Gabe rubbed the back of his neck. “What’s her husband do for a living?”

  “He’s a carpenter, I think.”

  “Maybe we could barter with him. You still need some trim put on the back deck, and if he could—”

  Morgan grinned. “—do the work on a weekend, I could give them some tires.” He clapped Gabe on the back, almost knocking him over. “Hell of an idea.”

  Gabe shifted his shoulder, working out the sting of his brother’s enthusiasm. “If you want, I could get hold of the guy, tell him I’m not able to do the trim and see if he’d be interested. It’d probably sound more authentic coming from me.”

  Morgan started to clap him again and Gabe ducked away. “I’ll take that as your agreement and get in touch with him tomorrow. I’ll let you know what he says.”

  Morgan left Gabe with a smile on his face. But when he pulled into the station, Ms. Potter, the librarian, hailed him. She wanted to know if he’d agree to take part in their annual read-a-thon, where a group of leading citizens would each pick a day to read to the preschoolers and anyone else who wanted to listen in. Morgan agreed, though it wasn’t one of his favorite tasks. The books for that age group tended to rhyme, and his tongue always got twisted.

  Next it was two shop owners who wanted to know if he was going to have the county take care of a massive tree limb that was likely to fall on their roofs if a storm hit. Morgan eyed the tree, agreed it needed a good trimming and made a note to get hold of the maintenance crew.

  By the time he finally walked into the station he was hot and sweaty and frustrated. He looked forward to seeing Misty, to reassuring her, showing her what a great guy he could be and that she could trust in him. Little by little, he’d win her over. Then he’d talk to her again about her avoidance of commitments.

  He walked into chaos.

  The noise had reached him even before he opened the door. Laughter. Lots of male laugher and music and a banging noise. Morgan frowned and headed directly for the small desk that Misty occupied during her work hours. He found her sitting there—not in the chair, but on the edge of the desk, her long legs bare, crossed at the ankles. Casey was there, too, with a couple of his pals, and they had evidently supplied the music that was blasting from a portable CD player. Howard had pulled Misty’s chair to the side of the desk and was seated in it. Jesse had his bony butt propped on the arm of the chair. Nate stood in front of Misty, dancing while she cheered him on.

  Her tailored slacks had been replaced with shorts. Her white blouse was gone in favor of a loose T-shirt. She was barefoot, and of all damn things, she was licking an ice cream cone.

  Morgan saw red.

  No one had noticed him, and he watched silently while his temper seethed. When Nate made a turn, Misty shook her head, swallowed a large lick of ice cream and then handed her cone to Casey. Casey, the traitor, just laughed and held it for her.

  Misty stood in front of Nate and executed the dance step herself.

  Lord, she looked sexy.

  Morgan glanced around at the other men in the room and saw his thoughts mirrored on all their faces. The last thin thread of his control snapped. “What the hell is going on here?”

  His roar effectively stopped the dance. Nate nearly jumped out of his skin, Casey quickly handed Misty back the cone, and both Howard and Jesse jerked to their feet. The loud banging noise continued.

  Morgan stalked into the room. His gaze slid over Misty, then shifted to Casey. “Turn that damn music off.”

  One of the kids with Casey hurried to obey. Nate stepped forward. “Uh, Morgan, we were just—”

  Morgan cut him off with a glare. Nate stammered for a moment, then clicked his teeth together and went mute.

  With a sound of disgust, Misty stepped forward. “For heaven’s sake, Morgan. Stop trying to terrorize everyone.”

  Morgan stared at her and silently applauded her courage. No one else in the room would have dared call him to task. She obviously didn’t realize quite how angry he was.

  Her hair was mussed, her skin dewy, her eyes bright. She looked like someone had just made love to her. And she dared to stand there giving him defiant looks in front of everyone.

  “Is this what I pay you for, Malone? To have a party?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “We weren’t having a party. If you’ll just listen…”

  The T-shirt clung to her damp skin, emphasizing her breasts and distracting him. Her cuffed walking shorts showed off her long, sleek legs. A pulse tapped in his temple, making his head swim. “Employees of this office,” he said succinctly, “do not traipse around dressed like that.”

  She took a step closer to him and stared up, her brows beetled. “I had to change.”

  His gaze dropped to the large cone she held, now dripping on her hand. “Nor do they eat ice cream cones during business hours.”

  “Morgan.” She said his name like a growl.

  He ignored the warning, too angry to care that now she was angry, too. “I pay you to work, to answer the phone and take messages. It’s little enough to expect that you might take those duties seriously.”

  Casey groaned, then mumbled, “Now you’ve done it.”

  Morgan paid no attention to his nephew. He was too fascinated by the way Misty’s eyes darkened, turning midnight blue.

  She went on tiptoe. “I’ll have you know, I’ve worked my butt off today!”

  He leaned to look behind her. “Looks to me like you’ve got plenty of ass left.”

  Her gasp was almost drowned out by the groans of the spectators. Misty turned around and snatched up a stack of notes scattered over the desk’s surface. “These,” she said, slapping them against his chest one by one, “are from your various girlfriends hoping for a date tonight.” They fluttered to the floor to land around his feet. “They’ve been calling all day, tying up the damn phone.”

  “Malone—”

  “And they were rather persistent that you reply right away.” She gave him a sarcastic-sweet smile. “Before I leave, I’ll be sure to let them all know you’re most definitely free!”

  “Malone…”

  “And this,” she said, throwing a yellow bill at his face, “is for the plumber, because everything backed up and soaked the floor. If it wasn’t for Howard and Jesse helping me mop we’d still be six inches under.”

  He started to get a little worried. “Uh, Malone…”

  “And that constant banging you hear,” she practically yelled, “is the repair man working on the cooling system. In case you missed it, it’s about ninety degrees in here.”

  So that was why she was all warm and damp. Not because she’d been playing so hard? His brow lifted, but she wasn’t through yet. Morgan was aware of Howard and Jesse trying to slip out unnoticed. Casey’s two friends had already slunk as far as the door. Nate was openmouthed beside him, not moving so much as a muscle. Casey, the rat, whistled.


  “And finally,” Misty snarled, in a voice straight out of a horror movie, “this is the first break I’ve had all day. The flooding water ruined my lunch, and with no air-conditioning I was too hot to eat, anyway, so Nate got me an ice cream cone to tide me over until dinner. But since you don’t think I should be eating it, why don’t you take it!”

  And with that, she aimed the damn thing like a missile, ice cream first, into the middle of his chest. Morgan gasped as the chill hit him, then made a face when he felt the first sticky dribble soak under his collar and mingle with his chest hair.

  Casey stopped whistling. “Uh-oh. The fat’s in the fire now.”

  Howard and Jesse ran out the door, slamming it behind them.

  Nate made a strategic turn and crept out.

  Like a stiff, well-trained soldier, Misty tried to troop out after him. Morgan caught her by the arm, pulling her up short. “Oh, no, you don’t.” A clump of ice cream dropped to the floor with a plop. He dragged Misty closer.

  He hated to admit it, but her temper turned him on.

  He had an erection that actually hurt it was so intense, and every muscle in his body was pulled taut against the need to take her. He stared at her, aroused by the glitter in her eyes, by the way her chest heaved. “I think we should share the cone, Malone.”

  Misty reared back, but he caught her other arm, pulling her up close. She stared at his chest, covered in goo, and her lips twitched.

  “You think it’s funny?” But he fought his own smile. No, life with Misty would never be mundane.

  “I think you got what you deserved.” Her bare heels slipped on the floor as she tried to dig in. She giggled as another plop of ice cream fell loose. “Morgan, no! I mean it, Morgan. Don’t you dare—”

  Her words ended in a gasp of outrage as he squished her up against his chest. “Cold, isn’t it?”

  She tried to twist free, which only made her breasts slip and slide over his chest. Morgan groaned.

  “You…” she started to say breathlessly.

  Morgan kissed her. It was a funny kiss, since she was struggling so hard against him, but laughing, too, and they had the damn cone crunching between them, the ice cream fast melting with their combined body heat.

  Casey cleared his throat. “I’ll be on my way now. See you both later. No need to see me off.”

  Morgan lifted his head. “Get out of here, will you?”

  Casey laughed. “I’m going, I’m going.”

  Morgan watched as Casey dragged his gawking friends out the door and quietly closed it behind them. Misty tried again to pull loose, and he tightened his hold. “Oh, no, you don’t. I have a few things to say to you.”

  She twisted in his arms, realized she couldn’t get free, and stopped squirming. “What?”

  He kissed her again. Then against her lips, “I’m sorry.”

  “You should be.”

  “Mm.” With her mouth open he deepened the kiss, tasting her, making love to her. He groaned when the banging noise suddenly stopped.

  As he gasped for breath, she muttered, “You ruined my T-shirt. Now what am I going to wear to work?”

  Morgan cradled her head in his palms and asked, “You were going to go to the diner dressed like this?”

  “I’m perfectly decent, Morgan, so don’t start again.”

  “Dear God, you’ll start a riot.”

  “It was your plumbing that ruined my other clothes. Casey was nice enough to bring these to me when I called.”

  “I’ll run home and get you something else, okay?”

  When she hesitated, he waggled her head. “Have some pity on me, Malone! I’m not used to being jealous, and it’s taking some getting used to here.”

  “You really were jealous?”

  “What did you think? That I just enjoy making an ass of myself?”

  She mumbled, “Well, you do it often enough.” Then she glared at him. “You have some explaining to do, insulting me like that in front of everyone.”

  He swallowed hard, still very aware of her soft body lined up along the length of his. “You’re not going to quit on me, are you, just because I yelled a little?”

  “I can’t.” She gave him a sad smile. “I need the job.”

  Morgan kissed her again, this time gently, because he hated to hear that, to be reminded of her position. “I’m sorry.”

  “For embarrassing me?”

  “Yeah, though you didn’t seem all that embarrassed to me. More like raging mad.”

  “True. On top of everything else, I was suffering my own share of jealousy. I mean, eight calls from women, Morgan.”

  “You were jealous?”

  She frowned at him. “That, and annoyed. You have very pushy girlfriends.”

  He tried to look innocent. “Some of them are probably just friends.”

  “Probably? You don’t know?”

  He bit his lip, then chuckled. “It doesn’t matter anymore, anyway. I swear. Now tell me you forgive me.”

  “Are you sorry for what you said?”

  “About your sweet tush? Hell, no. You do have a great—”

  “Don’t say it, Morgan!” She laughed. “And about ruining my clothes?”

  “Come into the bathroom and I’ll help you clean up.” Then he frowned. “I gather we do have running water now?”

  “Yes, but I can clean up without your help. You,” she said, pointing to all the paper littering the floor, “have a lot of calls to return.”

  Morgan looked down and saw that he’d stepped all over the message slips.

  “You know, Morgan, it suddenly occurs to me.” Her frown was back, her mouth set in mulish lines. “You’re running around insisting every male in the area believes we’re involved, even to the point of putting on this caveman routine. But there seems to be an awful lot of females who don’t know a thing about it.”

  “I’ve been too busy mooning over you to give other women a thought. And that includes thinking about them long enough to update my status from available to unavailable.”

  He loved how quickly her moods shifted, from mad to playful, from brazen to shy. Right now she looked uncertain. She stared at his chocolate covered chest. “Are you considered unavailable now?”

  Morgan tipped her chin up. “For as long as you’re willing to put up with me.”

  She stared at him a moment, then pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Her hands were tight on his shoulders, her mouth moving under his. Morgan felt singed. It was the very first time she’d ever initiated anything, and he wanted so badly to strip her naked and sate himself on her, he was shaking with need.

  A sudden hum and the kick of cool air let him know the repairs on the system were complete. And just in the nick of time. A few more seconds and he’d have burned up.

  “Tonight, will you let me make love to you, Malone?”

  She touched his mouth, gave him a small smile, then nodded. “I do believe I’d like that.”

  His heart almost stopped. He reached for her, but the repairman gave a brief knock and stepped in.

  “All done.” He drew himself up short as Morgan stepped away from Misty and he got a good look at the ice cream mess on their clothes.

  Morgan grinned. “Just leave me a bill.”

  10

  IT SEEMED TO BE Morgan’s day for chaos.

  The rain was endless, coming down in sheets, and he was relieved and thankful when he saw that Misty’s car was already parked around back by the kitchen door, as was her habit. He’d worried endlessly about her driving home in the pouring rain. She’d worked all day and had to be exhausted. He’d hoped to follow her home, then immediately sweep her off to his house. But then he’d gotten held up and the storm had started. He put the truck in park, close to where she’d left her car. Normally he would have driven the Bronco into the garage, but he wanted to be as close to the back door as he could, so Misty wouldn’t have as far to run in the rain.

  He sighed as he picked up his small bundle in the fron
t seat beside him, wrapping his rain slicker around it to keep it dry, then dashed the few feet through the downpour.

  The kitchen door opened before he reached it, so he figured someone had been watching for him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Misty. No, she was engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument with Sawyer. It was Honey who had opened the door.

  He kissed her cheek to thank her, then turned to see what the hell was going on.

  Misty went on tiptoe and said to Sawyer’s chin, “If you don’t take the money, I can’t stay!”

  Sawyer threw his arms into the air, spotted Morgan and let out a huge sigh of relief. “She’s worse than Honey, I swear.”

  Rain dripped down the end of Morgan’s nose. His shirt stuck to his back. He glanced around the kitchen and asked, “Where’s Jordan?”

  Sawyer looked surprised by his question, then said, “In his rooms, why?”

  Slowly, so as not to startle the creature, he unwrapped his burden. A fat, furry, whimpering pup stared at them all, then squirmed to get closer to Morgan. He said to Honey, “Can you get me a towel? I found the damn thing under the front steps of the gym. He’s been abandoned awhile, judging by how tight his rope collar was.”

  Morgan was still so angry he could barely breathe. Cruelty to an animal sickened him, and it was all he could do to hold in his temper, but he didn’t want to scare the poor pup more than it already was.

  Sawyer picked up the phone and called Jordan while Misty inched closer. Her eyes were large, and she was looking at him in that soft, womanly way she had. He’d get her alone tonight if he had to carry her through the damn storm.

  Honey skittered into the kitchen with a towel.

  The back door opened, and both Gabe and Jordan came in. They wore rain slickers that did little enough to keep them dry. Jordan was all business, taking the pup without asking questions, ignoring his own damp hair and shirt collar. Gabe shook his head. “It looks pretty young. What kind of dog do you think it is?”