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New Year's Wife
Linda Varner
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYSRECIPE FOR A HAPPY NEW YEAR1 Bachelor pilot1 Young widow1 Oversize house6 Assorted relativesPassion, hope and love as desiredIn oversize house, toss together pilot and widow. Fold in memory of passionate midnight kiss and heat thoroughly. Add generous dollop of assorted relatives. Season with passion, hope and love.Yield: A Home for the Holidaysand forever!HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS. Celebrate the joy and love of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's with three very special couples.
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#u9b02049a-78cb-50f7-8051-9758b5f1137b)
Excerpt (#u423f6014-7deb-5e7b-a78a-56c5e774ed01)
Dear Reader (#uea5489d9-b2b2-5dc1-8f11-235c9a5234a4)
Title Page (#u41a86280-f5fb-5d8f-95e9-3966c0bcacb8)
Dedication (#u6760c28c-d664-542c-83f0-00fcb8dec257)
About the Author (#ub3d90a62-eb1a-535e-ab97-21ee0731befe)
Prologue (#u3dcc6d53-8291-5864-84fa-85457f24315d)
Chapter One (#u0bd42dc2-248b-54be-b70e-2646b8d39518)
Chapter Two (#u016b99e0-f5f6-509d-a684-d8f7a9a9f41f)
Chapter Three (#u9d9c2280-cc2d-5a6c-b185-ec9539c90348)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
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We had no business kissing like that!
Tyler caught Julie by the shoulders. Why not? Were both legal and free.
All the more reason for us to be careful. She shook off his touch and walked to the end of the deck, to the exact spot where they had first kissed eight years ago.
Tyler followed. All Im asking is whats so bad about our being together?
Ill tell you whats so bad, Julie answered, suddenly furious with herself. How you make me feel, thats what. It isnt right It isnt good. It isnt even
Tylers lips smothered the rest of her sentence, which was forgotten in the wake of one devastating kiss. Clearly she had no willpower where he was concerned.
Clearly, he knew it
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New Years Wife
Linda Varner
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Special thanks to pilots Jack and Sharon Davis for their
suggestions, advice and critique.
LINDA VARNER
confesses she is a hopeless romantic. Nothing is more thrilling, she believes, than the battle of wits between a man and a woman who are meant for each other but just dont know it yet! Linda enjoys writing romance and considers herself very lucky to have been both a RITA finalist and a third-place winner in the National Readers Choice Awards in 1993.
A full-time federal employee, Linda lives in Arkansas with her husband and their two children. She loves to hear from readers. Write to her at 813 Oak St., Suite 10A-277, Conway, AR 72032.
Prologue (#ulink_956b93a4-805d-5077-8d8b-af13017dc276)
Yo, Ty! Would you see if the birthday gals out on the back porch? Its twenty minutes till a brand new yearparty time!and we cant find her anywhere.
Tyler Jordan nodded agreement to Don Newman, host of this fun and confusion. Winding his way through the jam-packed room, bright with streamers and bobbing balloons, Tyler dodged more than one guest wearing a colorful party hat and wielding the noisy blow-outs provided earlier. He chuckled as he slipped into the kitchen, then headed straight out the back door to look for Julie, one of Dons two younger sisters.
Tyler saw her at once, standing alone and bathed in moonlight at the far end of the porch that stretched across the rear of the rambling Victorian house. Instead of calling out, he just stared for a moment at the slender brunette, marveling that she could be so different from her ditsy kid sister, Kit. Though Don, a college classmate, seldom talked about his female siblings, he had once commented that the oldest was legal. Tyler, of course, had figured out which was which the moment he met the two girls upon his arrival earlier that evening.
He now crept forward, not stopping until he stood just behind his favorite of Dons sisters. So youre not a missing person after all, but a star gazer.
Yes, she murmured, as though somehow shed known he was there all the time. Arent they gorgeous tonight?
Breathtaking, Tyler answered. He ignored the night sky, instead gluing his gaze to the dark-eyed beauty whod stolen his heart. Julie laughed, obviously pleased by the offhanded compliment.
Its almost midnight, she said after a moments silence.
Which is why Don sent me out here to get you.
Julie nodded that shed guessed that. Turning her back to the yard, she leaned against the ornate iron rail that edged the porch, then crossed her arms over her chest in a self-hug Tyler wished he could help her with. Her bold gaze swept Tyler from head to toe.
So what do you think of our midnight birthday party tradition?
I think its perfect for someone born at 12:01 on January first. Tyler, too, leaned against the rail, so close that the smell of her cologne instantly assailed him. The subtle floral scent brought to mind sunrise streaming through an open window, crisp cotton sheets and lazy wake-up kisses that led to morning love.
At once Tyler wished he could whisk Julie away to just such a place. Theyd celebrate her birthday with a private party neither would forget. That is, if he hadnt imagined the incredible instantaneous chemistry between them when they were first introduced. Had he? Tyler had to wonder, risking a sidelong glance in Julies direction. At that moment she shivered violently, and he realized why she hugged herself.
My God! he exclaimed. You dont even have on a coat.
You could share yours, she suggested.
Tyler hastily unzipped the leather bomber jacket that was a gift from his parents on his twenty-second birthday, four years ago. He opened the front of it wide in invitation. Julie stepped up to let him share his warmth. Conveniently, Tylers temperature shot up another couple of degrees, and his heart began to thump erratically against his rib cage.
Wired as he was, Tyler didnt trust himself to do anything more than hold the jacket around her with a loose hug, his chin resting on the top of her head. To his delight, Julie slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her body closer.
Green light? he wondered, even as she tipped her head back and met his questioning gaze square on. She smiled at him, a sexy smile that was an unmistakable invitation.
Accepting it but still holding back, Tyler did nothing more than touch his lips to hers in a brief, brushing kiss. Julie sighed with what could only be frustration. Reaching up to clasp her hands behind his neck, she took the initiative, tugging his head down to press her mouth fully to his. Her tongue teased for entry, sending a shock wave clear to Tylers toes. Groaning his defeat, Tyler gave in to their mutual desire, parting his lips, then taking control of the kiss.
And what a kiss it was! Wet, wild and wonderfulbut not enough to satisfy him. Not nearly enough.
How could it be when Julie seemed to be everything hed ever dreamed of? Her heated response set him on fire, and at once hungry for whatever he could coax from her, Tyler planted kisses on Julies cheeks, nose, chin and neck. Ah, but she tasted goodso damn good.
Tyler felt Julie slip her hands under his sweater. Lightly she raked her fingernails over his bare back, an incredibly tantalizing action that further fueled his need. Tyler responded by palming each of her breasts in turn through the thick yarn of her oversize sweater.
But even that wasnt enoughnot when she was so willing, so obviously excited by his touch. Taking his cue from Julie, Tyler slipped his hands under her sweater and traced with his fingertips the lace-encased fullness hidden there. Her breasts seemed to swell to his touch. The tips grew noticeably taut. Her breaths became soft pants that Tylers kiss stole away. His body tensed, strategic parts hard and ready for love.
He struggled with the front clasp of her bra. Somewhere nearby a door slammed.
Tyler leapt back, his own breath now ragged. A quick glance round revealed that they were still alone. Gulping audibly, Tyler looked down at Julie, now a good three feet away and obviously rattled. They exchanged a rueful glance, then shared a guilty laugh.
Somethings happening here, he blurted, anxious to let her know how serious he was about this.
Julies smile instantly vanished. She nodded solemnly, but said nothing.
I didnt expect this. He could barely get the words out, suddenly and uncharacteristically flustered, thanks to this woman hed met mere hours ago. I just came to Idaho to ski.
She nodded again.
Don told me he had two sisters, but I never dreamed Tyler swallowed hard again. I never dreamed one of them He shook his head, completely at a loss for words. God, but youre beautiful.
Her smile lit up the night.
Tyler relaxed and smiled back. Well just take this thing slow, okay?
Slow? Her twinkling eyes challenged him.
Tyler chuckled. Well, maybe not.
For a moment they just looked at each other, then Tyler cleared his throat rather loudly. I, um, guess youd better go in. Dons going to send out a search party if you dont.
Youre not coming? Julie caught hold of his arm as if she feared hed suddenly vanish into the night.
In a minute. He did not add that he needed time alone to cool down. Surely she knew. Theyd been standing so close
Promise? Suddenly she sounded more like her teenaged sister than the mature young woman that she was.
Tyler, charmed by her unexpected air of innocence, nodded. Nothing could keep me away, Julie. Nothing.
With obvious reluctance, she left him and entered the house. Moments later, Tyler heard her guests cheer a welcome. Anxious to join the midnight fun, he sucked in a lungful of frosty air and willed his love-tense body to relax. He thought of the week that lay ahead and vowed to spend every hour with Julie, a woman like no other, surely the woman of his dreams. Several minutes of fantasizing about the days to come slipped by before Tyler came to with a start and glanced at his watch. Cursing softly, he spun and headed straight for the kitchen.
Just as he stepped through the door a noisy countdown to the New Years birthday began in the next room.
Tennineeight
Determined not to miss a millisecond of Julies special night Tyler quickened his pace.
Sevensix
Just before he got to the living room door, he spied a two-tiered, heart-shaped birthday cake sitting on the table. It had not been there earlier.
Fivefour
The fancy red writing on it leapt out at him.
Threetwo..
Tyler stumbled to a halt.
One!
And read the words.
Wild cheers and congratulations echoed off the walls, but Tyler stood in stunned silence, staring at the sentiment that changed his life forever and not for good.
Happy Birthday, Julie.
17.
Chapter One (#ulink_c94029a1-44f6-5def-9588-83f0ab5b39e2)
Eight years later
Happy birthday, Sis.
Thanks, Julie Newman McCrae replied, setting down a warm pitcher of spiced apple cider so she could accept the hug that Kit Porter, her older sister by four years, offered to her.
So tell me, how does it feel to be twenty-five? Kit might as well have been asking how it felt to be a leper. She looked that horrified.
Julie shrugged. So far its not a bit different than twenty-fouror twenty-threefor that matter.
Oh, but it is, Kit teased, brown eyes twinkling. And Ill tell you why. She glanced around as if to make sure no one eavesdropped, then leaned close, whispering, The big three-oh is just five years away now.
Only one for you, Julie retorted.
The redhead groaned and sagged against her sister. Oh God, dont remind me.
Laughing, they shared a sympathetic hug.
Donnie boy is finally here. Kit ran a hand through her short, copper-colored hair, a genetic throwback from an Irish great-great. And hes brought someone with him.
So what else is new? Julie questioned. One of her older brothers worked public relations for New-Ware, their fathers cookware business, and had more friends than an Idaho winter had snowflakes. He was forever bringing one or another of them to Clear Falls, where the six-bedroom, three-story home owned by Julies dad, widower John Newman, was located. Luckily she had planned her birthday party refreshments with that in mind. I have plenty to eat tonight.
Yeah, well they both have suitcases, Kit advised. Not to mention skis. So you may have more than tonight to worry about.
Julie sighed at that news, though she didnt really mind it. Of all the household tasks shed taken on in exchange for rent-free accommodations, cooking was the one she liked most and did best. She got plenty of practice, too. In the five months since her dad had suggested the trade-off and shed agreed to it, theyd been alone together in the house for maybe a week.
Julies dad blamed that on their proximity to the ski slopes. Julie blamed it on his big heart. After all, who had talked her oldest brother, Sid, into leaving his two stepchildren and his baby in Idaho while he and his wife explored European markets for New-Ware? Who had demanded Kit move back home, when her sailor husband was stationed on an aircraft carrier? And who always insisted that Don stay at the house whenever he was in town, whether or not he had girlfriends, co-workers or buddies in tow?
John Newman, thats who.
Well, I hope they have an appetite for cold cuts, dips and leftover birthday cake, Julie murmured, picking up the pitcher again and slipping out the door of the kitchen so she could hug that rascal of a brother she hadnt seen for a month. Because thats what were going to have for days to come.
A second later she deposited the pitcher on the buffet table. Ever the perfect hostessat home and at the New-Ware cooking demonstrations that were her source of incomeJulie assessed the table to see if it lacked anything else.
It didnt, and gratefully she wound her way through the crush of friends and relatives to where her brother and his companion stood talking.
Don, a handsome young man by even a strangers standards, looked especially wonderful to his little sister tonight. Though six years separated their ages, Julie bad always been particularly close to him.
Don! she exclaimed when still several feet away. He turned, all smiles, and engulfed her in a bear hug that threatened her rib cage. You just missed the countdown.
Sorry about that, he said with a shrug of apology, adding, Happy New Year.
Same to you, she replied.
And happy birthday. Don set her back on her feet. How does it feel to be twenty-five?
Julie smiled at his unwitting echo of Kits earlier question. You should know. You were there six years ago.
Low blow, Don scolded, but he laughed. I brought someone with me, he said. I ran into him at the gas station on the corner, and since he didnt have motel reservations anywhere, I talked him into staying here a night or two. Dad seemed pleased. I hope you dont mind.
Hey, Im just a guest, myself, Julie replied with a laugh, for the first time shifting her full attention to Dons companion.
Hi, Im Julie McCrae, she said, automatically extending her hand to him as she raised her gaze to meet hisdark, intense and too, too familiar. At once Julie was hurled back in time eight years to a birthday party just like this one.
She forgot her name. She forgot her manners. She forgot how to breatheastonishing reactions that floored her.
Actually, I think you two have already met, Don commented, apparently oblivious to her life-threatening discomfiture. This is
Tyrone, right? she blurted, desperate that this man now holding her hand so tightly would never guess what hed done to her fragile, teenaged ego at that party so long ago.
Tyler, he solemnly corrected. Tyler Jordan.
Oops, Julie said, adding a who-cares-anyway laugh. She tugged her fingers free of his and swiped them down her black wool pants. Sorry. Im terrible with names, but I never forget a face. How long has it been since we last, um, spoke? Six years, seven?
Eight years, eleven minutes and he glanced at his watch thirty seconds. At a party just like this one.
Julie nearly choked and glanced quickly at Don. Shed never told anyone about the intimacies shared with Tyler just before midnight so long ago out on the porch.
Did this mean Tyler had?
But Don just laughed and slapped his old friend on the backan act of affection that meant he didnt know the truth. Julie, of course, shouldve guessed that. Don had bored her with more than one tale of Tylers dangerousno, foolhardyexploits through the years, things Don would never have told her if hed been aware of what had happened between them. No wonder you didnt argue when I invited you to come home with me. You remember what great parties my little sis throws.
Yeah, Tyler agreed with a half smile. What great parties she throws. His gaze dropped to Julies mouth and lingered there. Immediately she wondered if it were her parties he remembered or her kisses. But no, it couldnt be her kisses. Hed long since proved that theyand everything else about herwere totally forgettable.
Unfortunately such wasnt the case for Julie, who suddenly remembered not only the kisses theyd shared but the caresses that had accompanied them. And then there had been that awful moment later when shed been forced to face the fact that Tyler had only been playing with her out on the porch
A little surprised by the vividness of her memories, Julie gave herself a get-it-together shake. Surely she wasnt still mourning a relationship that had never existed anywhere except in her fanciful, teenage head.
And speaking of birthdays, Don continued, bringing her back to the here and now, Ive brought you a present from Uncle Sy. He looked at Tyler and winked. Its special. Really special.
Julie looked at her brothers empty hands, then all around. Where is it?
In the garage. Don grinned.
The garage? She turned toward the back of the house, fully intending to step out the kitchen door and see whatever her eccentric uncle, Silas Newman, had sent. Don stopped her with an outflung arm.
Not yet. I want Dad to get the camera, and I want all your guests to come watch.
Though avidly curious now, Julie obeyed. She eyed Don rather suspiciously as he ushered their dad, Kit and the guests in the direction of the garage, knowing he wasnt above playing a good practical joke on her. And while she usually didnt mind them, she wasnt at all sure she could handle another surprise this night.
On that thought, Julie shifted her gaze to her first surprise, still standing next to her, his gaze on Don. Discreetly she assessed himthe man whod broken her teenage heart so long ago. He looked older than his age, which shed always assumed to be the same as Dons. In fact, she could have sworn she saw a silver strand or two gleaming in his otherwise brown hair. And there were wrinkles around his eyes, toolittle crows feet that the sun had most likely furrowed into his skin.
Or had hard living engraved them there? After all, it must be tough to seduce a woman at every port, or in his case, on every mountain.
Woman? Julie almost laughed. Not by a long shot. Just a teen with raging hormones, too easily flattered by big brothers dashing college friend. She should have known that Tyler hadnt meant a word he said.
And she shouldve gotten over it long ago.
At that moment, Tylers gaze found and locked with Julies. She jumped as if hed reached out and touched her. Then, acutely embarrassed, she brushed past him to hurry up Don. Julie managed one step away before Tyler caught her by the arm.
Id really like to speak with you, he said. To explainand apologize.
Whatever for? Julie responded, easing her arm free. God, but he was still gorgeous. And at Tylers touch, every hormone in her bodyhormones surely older and wisersprang to life and waved for attention just the way they had the first time she met him. Rattled, sweating, Julie could barely fake a smile.
Tyler laugheda humorless sound. I know damn good and well you remember what happened at your birthday party eight years ago. In factif I didnt know better, Id say youre still pretty steamed. He sounded as if he couldnt believe it, either.
About something that happened that long ago? Trust me, Tyler, Ive had much better things to do than carry a grudge against you. Besides, if anyone should apologize, its me for trailing after you like some little lost pup that first evening we met. As for that midnight fooling around
Stop it! Tyler hissed, stepping so close she had to tip her head back to meet his gaze.
But meet it she did. You dont owe me an explanation or an apology. Thats water way under the bridge. Now please excuse me. I have guests and a party to attend to.
Fine, he coolly replied. Well talk later. When everyone is gone.
Everyone will never be gone, she said, stepping back to put precious inches between them. In case you hadnt noticed, this house is a lot like Grand Central Stationor maybe the Grand Hotel would be more appropriate?
He winced, clearly picking up on the jibe. I wont hang around here long. Hell, I wont hang around at allif youll talk with me tonight.
Stay as long as you like, she said. Its nothing to me. With that, Julie whirled and hurried to Don and her dad, who had his video camera in hand.
At the sight of her grinning parent, Julie instantly regretted her rudeness to Tyler. Her father had seemed so lost since the death of Julies mother almost nine months ago. Knowing how devastating it was to lose a spouse, she suspected that loneliness was the main reason hed begged her to come live with him again and not any desire to help her save rent money.
Are you ready? Don asked. His bright eyes and flushed cheeks bespoke his excitement, and Julie made a special effort to push her disturbing encounter with Tyler out of her head.
Past ready, she replied, trying to muster enthusiasm for Uncle Sys gift.
Good. Now stay put until everyone is set, okay?
Okay, Julie promised, biting back a smile. She felt a stirring of excitement. Never had she seen Don so worked up. What on earth awaited her out in the garage?
Come on, Dad. Don led the way to the back door, through which Tyler had just vanished. His dad grinned mysteriously at Julie, then followed. Don did the same.
Julie, blessedly alone for the moment, sucked in a couple of deep breaths to compose herself before she trailed her brother out the door. At first she saw nothing but her guests, standing all in a bunch. Then they stepped aside, en masse, to reveala car.
And not just any cara wickedly red 1956 Corvette convertible in mint condition.
Julie knew this because shed pointed out this very machine countless times at Uncle Sys Seattle automobile museum where she had worked so many summers. It was the most popular exhibit there.
Was.
Now, for some reason, it sat in her dads garage.
Voil?! Don exclaimed, flinging out his hand, palm upward, in the direction of the Corvette.
The car? Uncle Sy wanted her to have the car? Julie caught her breath. You cant mean?
I do.
Oh my God. At once Julies knees threatened to buckle. She clutched Kits arm for support, took several fortifying breaths, then moved, trancelike, toward the sleek roadster. Slowly she walked around it, touching first a fender, next a headlight and last the wind-shield.
Well? Don prompted when shed completed her inspection.
Its real, Julie announced. Her guests exploded into laughterand congratulations.
Get in, John Newman prompted over the din, his eye to the camera.
Julie nodded rather numbly and obeyed. Once behind the wheel, she touched the dash, the radio, the white leather seat next to herfully expecting everything to vanish. When they didnt, she grasped the wheel, tossed her head back and closed her eyes, already imagining herself speeding down some scenic highwaymountains all around, blue sky and sunshine overhead, hair blowing in the wind.
What a car. What a car. It was Kit, now sitting in the passenger seat. Julie looked at her in surpriseshe hadnt even heard the other door open. Do you know what this babys worth?
Yes, Julie said. At once she felt guilty. Though Uncle Sy had always been generous with his many nephews and nieces, hed never given any of them something so expensive.
Now dont you worry about it, Kit whispered as though reading her mind. Apparently all the Newman cousins will get one when Uncle Sy dies. He just wanted you to have yours now. Dads supposed to send him the videotape so he can see your reaction.
But what did I ever do to deserve a gift like this? Julie asked.
You lived and worked with that old man for Kit frowned how many summers?
Six.
Well thats six more than anyone else couldve. Believe me, honey, you earned this car.
Suddenly car keys dangled before Julies eyes. Why dont you take her for a spin? Don suggested. The roads are dry.
But my guests
Dads taking care of them.
Julie looked up to find that only three people remained in the garage besides herselfDon, Kit andTyler.
Tyler. Shed almost forgotten him in the excitement. But there he stood, not three feet away, as classically American as her little red sports car and every bit as dashingdamn him. His eyes never left her, and not sure how much more her poor old heart could take this night, Julie snatched the keys from Don.
Yes! Kit fairly bounced with excitement in the seat.
Don stepped away from the car. Julie inserted the key into the ignition. She paused before starting the engine, taking a moment to familiarize herself with the car. She saw the gear selector, the accelerator, the brake pedal and theclutch. At once her soaring spirits took a nosedive.
Oh, no.
Whats wrong? Don demanded, instantly by her side again.
It has a standard transmission, Julie moaned.
But of course it does His jaw dropped. You mean you still cant drive a standard?
No.
Youre kidding! Kit exclaimed.
Julie glared at her. You mean you can?
Yes, as a matter of fact. Kit looked very smug. Monty taught me. Monty was Kits absent husband.
Then you can teach me.
Okaybut not this week. Im working split shifts at Clearwater Regional so Ill be out more than in.
Julie just shook her head. How Kit, who worked as a relief nurse all over town, ever kept her complicated schedule straight Julie just didnt know.
I can teach you, Don said.
When? Julie demanded.
Whenever you want, he replied. Then he frowned. ExceptIts officially Saturday, isnt it? Ive got top salesmen arriving around nine a.m. I have to pick them up and get them settled at their hotels. Actually, I guess Ill pretty much have to entertain them during the day until next Sunday.
You mean neither of you can help me before next weekend? Julie heaved a heartfelt sigh of disappointment.
Maybe Dad would show you how, Kit suggested.
Im sure he would, Julie replied. Im also sure neither of us would survive the experience. She well remembered another driving lessonback when she was a teenager yearning for a license. Apparently Kit remembered it, too, for she winced.
Why dont we go inside and ask for a volunteer? Don asked. Surely one of our guests would be willing to take you on.
No! Julie replied, so loudly that her brother jumped. If you so much as hint to those people I cant drive this car you are a dead man, understand?
Eyes twinkling, Don nodded.
I have some time on my hands, Tyler said. Ill teach you.
Julies heart somersaulted at the unexpected suggestion. No thanks
But thats a great idea, Don argued, cutting off her refusal.
Yeah, great, Kit echoed with enthusiasm. Clearly both of them thought Tylers idea the perfect solution.
Unfortunately, Julie didnt. Her gaze locked with Tylers. She noted that a hint of a smileno doubt of triumphnow turned up the corners of his mouth.
I couldnt ask you to do that, she murmured, vastly irritated. She opened the car door and stepped out on the pavement.
You dont have to ask, Tyler replied. Ive already volunteered.
Thats very generous, but I Julie broke off, suddenly aware of Dons and Kits puzzled frowns. They didnt understand her dilemmanever would, unless she told them everything. Julie had no intention of admitting shed never gotten over that two seconds worth of foreplay eight years ago.
So why not keep things simple and accept his offer? Julie asked herself. A possible argument sprang to mind immediately: she didnt want to spend a single moment alone with Tyler. Didnt want to hear the explanation or the apology that would justify what hed done back then and eliminate all excuses not to fall for him again.
Not that she really would
Although deadly attractive with those chiseled features and that rugged jawline, Tyler Jordan was undoubtedly as much of a daredevil as ever and, therefore, totally incompatible to her current goals of marriage to a rock-solid man and lots of babies. Ignorance of what she really wanted had contributed to her devastation when he left so abruptly all those years ago. Inexperience then exaggerated the impact of the encounter, etching it so indelibly on her brain.
Or perhaps the problem was the nature of their parting. He was unfinished business for sure. As for her physical reaction to him nowa momentary lapse, nothing more.
Are you sure you dont mind? Julie therefore asked, adding a sweet smile. I meanyou did come to the mountains to ski.
Ill still have time for that. He returned her smile, revealing teeth that flashed gypsy white against his naturally bronze-toned skin.
Julie gulped at the sight and wondered briefly if she hadnt just made the biggest mistake of her life. Then she gave herself a mental kick in the backside. They would only be together an hour, maybe two at the most. She could keep her hands to herself for that long would have to if she intended to shift gears and steer. All right then. How about later this morning, after we sleep off the party?
Fine with me, he replied, cheerfully adding, And dont you worry. After a week or so of lessons, youll be a pro. I guarantee it.
Chapter Two (#ulink_316e4830-709e-59c2-b228-1f6d4cb2df6f)
A glass-domed anniversary clock on the mantel chimed the time3:00 a.m. Tyler Jordan, a volunteer member of the clean-up crew, worked his way through the living room, picking up abandoned paper plates and disposable plastic cups to toss into a trash bag. He battled with his conscience, knowing full well that Julie wanted him to leave, but reluctant to do so until he explained his behavior all those years ago.
So what if shed already told him she didnt care why he ran away? Her body language said she lied, and even if she spoke the truth, he needed to say his piece. Tyler hated unfinished business. This was definitely that and the only reason hed abandoned his ski plans so abruptly when hed run into Don at the gas station.
Dons news that Julie was now widowed had nothing to do with anything. It was the birthday party and the fact that Julie lived with her dad again that cinched the impulsive decision to drop by. When presented with the perfect opportunity to right old wrongs, Tyler had made the most of it. Any man with scruples would, and heaven knew he could claim more than his share of thosethe very reason hed landed himself in this mess.
Im on my way out to the trash barrel. Want me to take that for you? Don reached for the bag Tyler held. This was the last bag in the box, but I think there are more in the pantry. Go ask Julie.
With a glance around the still-littered room, Tyler nodded and made a beeline to the kitchen, hoping to catch Dons sister alone. If they could talk now, he wouldnt have to sleep over. Contrary to what hed told her brother, Tyler did have accommodations for tonighta motel room hed already put on his credit card and would have to pay for whether or not he utilized it. Fairly certain he wasnt welcome at the Newman houseat least by JulieTyler preferred utilizing it.
Worse, hed paid a hefty entrance fee for a downhill skiing competition on a slope the locals had dubbed GRGrim Reaper. Tyler planned to win the race and add another trophy to his growing collection.
A push on the swing door later, Tyler stepped into the kitchen, painted bright yellow and trimmed in blue gingham. Julie stood alone with the dishwasher she loaded. Since she didnt look up when he entered, he paused for a moment to study her, just as hed done eight years ago.
The years had been kind. She was almost the same size as when a teen, though a little more filled out, as mature women usually are. Her brunette hair hung to just below her shoulders, slightly curled on the ends and gleaming reddish in the light. And though she had her back to him, he knew feathery bangs framed her oval face.
For just a second Tyler closed his eyes and pictured that girl-next-door face. He saw wide brown eyes with thick lashes. He saw an uptilted nose and dimples. He saw a friendly smile.
Encouraged by his vision, Tyler stepped closer, something she hadnt allowed all evening. Whistling, busy, Julie didnt seem to notice his soundless approach until he stood mere inches away. Then she stiffened, whirled and stepped back, crimson-glossed lips still pursed for the tune. Tylers gaze focused first on those full, kissable lips, which had once touched his, then dropped to her breasts, which rose and fell with every agitated breath. He remembered how silky her skin felt to the touchhow incredibly responsive she was. His heart skipped a beat.
Dont you ever give up? Julie snapped, self-consciously brushing off her bulky maroon sweater at the exact spot where hed been staring.
I didnt come in here to talk, Tyler retorted, a half truth. I came to get another trash bag.
Oh. She looked flustered, embarrassed. I thoughtwell, it doesnt matter. Pushing up her sleeves, she crossed the room to the walk-in pantry, opened the door and disappeared from view.
Tyler sagged against the counter and struggled to get a grip on his emotionsnot an easy thing to do. There was something about this womanhad been from the moment hed met herthat kept him off balance. She was a magnet to his steel.
She drew his gaze. She annihilated his composure.
She turned him on.
Tyler couldnt explain it and didnt like it, but the fact remained: Julie Newman McCrae had power over him, power she didnt even know she possessedthank God. Just thinking about it made Tylers forehead bead with cold sweat because this time, this time, she was legal.
Julie? He sort of croaked the word.
At once, she stuck her head out from behind the pantry door and frowned at him. What?
I lied. I did come in here to talk.
She huffed her opinion of that and stepped from the pantry, new box of trash bags in hand. For crying out loud, Tyler! Cant we just forget about what happened? Its old news. Very old news. And doesnt even matter.
Then why are you still angry with me?
Im not. They stood toe-to-toe now, separated only by the width of the box she thrust at him.
The hell you arent, he retorted. Your face is red. Your hands are trembling, and for two cents Ill bet youd throw that box at me.
For a second Julie said nothing, then she heaved a lusty sigh. To be honest, Id do it for free, which means I am still upset. Unfortunately I cant begin to tell you why, since I didnt even know it until tonight. She shook her head in disbelief. What happened between us all those years ago is nothing compared to what Ive been through since, yet for some reason Im still irritated about it.
Then let me explainplease. And well put it to rest once and for good.
Oh, all right, she said after another hesitation. Explain if you must, but I cant promise Ill like you any better. If Ive held a grudge this long, Ill probably take it to the grave. She set the box on the counter and crossed her arms over her chest, clearly waiting for him to speak.
At once Tylers wits took a leave of absence, taking along his tongue. He felt his face heat, a sure sign he, too, blushed.
Iuhwelluh Damn it. Tyler took a deep breath and tried again. Do you think we could step out to the porch? Your brother will probably burst in here the moment I
As if on cue, Don pushed through the swing door. Whats the holdup? His gaze leapt from the box of bags to Tyler to Julie. So are you two going to talk all night or get on with the show? Its 3:00 a.m. Ive had several beers too many, and Id like to get a couple of hours shut-eye before I have to get up again
Wordlessly Julie extracted two bags from the box. She gave both men one and then turned her back on them, busy once more with the dishwasher.
Don glanced around the room. Where are Kit and Dad?
Kit has to work tomorrow, er, today, so I sent her to bed an hour ago, Julie told him without glancing up from her work. As for Dad, since hell be up again at dawn with Timbo, I waived his KP duties altogether.
My brothers three-year-old stepson, Don said to Tyler by way of explanation. He also has a step-daughter named Carly, and a baby of his own, Josh. Gramps volunteered to baby-sit. Don explained the situation as he led the way to the door, which he held open for Tyler. You do remember that Dad manufactures gourmet pots and pans?
I remember. Short of looking as if he didnt want to help out, Tyler had no choice but to step back into the formal living room. Though a bit frustrated at first, he soon decided to make use of Dons presence to fill in a few blanks. UmJulies a widow, right? he asked as he continued clean up.
Uh-huh. Her late husband, Cord, was an Alaskan Smoke Jumperever heard of them?
Sure I have, Tyler murmured, shocked by a stab of what felt suspiciously like jealousy. Alaskan Smoke Jumpers were mens men, noted for their courage and skill. Tyler couldnt begin to compete with one of them.
Compete? With a dead man? At once ashamed of his misguided envy, not to mention his lack of sympathy for Julie, Tyler sharply corralled his emotions. How long were they married?
Just under four years. Though Julie has never said anything, Ive always suspected the marriage was not a happy one. They were a mismatch, in my opinion. Shes the kind of gal who wants the traditional stone cottage, complete with white picket fence and a yard full of kids. He preferred a log cabin in the woods, big enough for two, but not for three. He also had this thing about physical challenges Don chuckled something you can relate to, I guess. Why, it was nothing for him to skip Christmas with the family so he could climb a mountain somewhere.
And Julie moved home right after the funeral?
Well, back to Idaho, anyway. That was about a year ago, I guess. Shes been working for Dad half of that time and living here in the house since a few months after my mom passed away.
I heard about your mom. Im sorry.
Don nodded, and the men worked in silence for a moment.
Does Kit work for your dad, too?
Kits a nurse, Don said. She was the wild child the rebel who didnt want any part of the family business. He shook his head and grinned. Youd be surprised how many people assume shes the baby of the family.
ActuallyI wouldnt. Tyler cleared his throat, a self-conscious sound to his own ear, though Don didnt react to it. Kits married? At the party hed noticed that she wore a wide gold band.
Don explained his sisters circumstances, adding, Her husband, Monty, has another five months on the carrier, then hell be out for good. Im assuming theyll find a place of their own, though not if Dad has any say in the matter. He invented the always-room-for-one-more concept, in case you hadnt noticed.
I had, Tyler admitted.
Youre still with Sky Flight, I guess? Don asked, referring to the commercial airline for which Tyler had piloted the last five years.
No. I left them about this time last year.
Don straightened, a look of surprise on his face. I thought you loved your job there.
Tyler hesitated, not for the first time at a loss for words to verbalize the restlessness that had prompted his leaving the best job hed ever had. I needed a change, a challenge.
So what are you doing now?
Nothing until spring. Then Ill probably do what I did last yearcharter work, some crop dusting.
Are you still into stuff like mountain climbing, white-water rafting, motorcycle racing, bungee jumping?
I didnt do any bungee jumping at all last summer.
Came to your senses?
Nah. I just didnt have time for it. I was too busy with the county fairs.
Don frowned. County fairs?
I do a little stunt flying for a friend who manages an air acrobatics show. We follow the fairs. He grinned. You should see me in my getup. Charles Lindbergh all the way.
When Don arched an eyebrow, Tyler shrugged. Theres good money in it.
Yeah, well, itd have to be better than just good before youd catch me doing nosedives over a gawking crowd. Shaking his head in obvious bemusement, Don picked up one last paper plate, which he tossed into his bag. He then perused the room. Guess that does it. Let me get rid of these bags, and then Ill show you where youre going to sleep.
Are you sure its okay if I stay here? I mean, I can find a motel downtown if its any trouble at all.
Dad was so thrilled to have you that hes sleeping in one of the spare rooms so you can have the good bed. Don waved away the protest Tyler opened his mouth to make. Trust me, youll pay for the comfort. By the time you leave here Dads going to know every detail of every adventure youve had for the past eight years and then some. Hes nosier than an old woman.
My ex would clobber you if she heard a sexist remark like that, Tyler murmured with a laugh.
Dons jaw dropped. I didnt know you got married, he murmured, just as Julie exited the kitchen into the living room.
Very aware of her presence, Tyler shrugged. I used the term loosely. Actually, we just lived together for a while.
What happened? Julie asked, crossing the room to set yet another bulging trash bag at her brothers feet.
Tyler gave her a long look. She started talking weddings, he replied. We had an agreement, a no-strings setup that worked well, then all at once he shook his head, as always mystified by female logic that turned pros into cons. Ill never figure out what the hell I did to make her think I was ready to tie the knot.
Of course you wont, Julie interjected rather sharply. Men and women arent on the same wave-length.
What are you talking about? Tyler asked, a thoughtless question that earned him a what-did-I-tell-you smile from Julie and a wry laugh from Don.
Im talking about sexual differences, she replied, rocking back on the heels of her black leather scrunch boots, and I dont mean the obvious physical ones.
I kind of like the obvious physical ones, Don interjected, ducking when Julie swatted at him.
What Im saying is that women place different meanings on certain things than men do. When Don and Tyler exchanged a baffled glance, Julie sighed. For example, take your basic, everyday kiss.
Tyler tensed.
Why do you kiss a woman, Don? Julie asked.
Her brother grinned. Several reasons, but mainly because its a good way to get close enough to explore those obvious physical differences you mentioned.
Julie nodded. Exactly. To youand most other men she looked pointedly at Tyler kisses are nothing more than a lead-in to sex, which, as we all know, is the ultimate male goal.
And what are kisses to you, er, to women, if I may ask? Tyler frowned slightly as he waited for her reply.
A woman considers physical intimacy to be a stepping stone to the ultimate female goal, which is commitment.
Tyler winced at her use of the C worda word thrown at him before, a word hed come to dread.
Julie, obviously not missing his reaction, lifted her chin and looked down her nose at him. Thats why we take it so personally when someone we consider a possible mate kisses and runs. Now if you two will excuse me, Im going to bed. That said, she sashayed past the men, leaving in her wake an icy chill that made Tyler shiver.
When they were alone again, Don shook his head. Dont mind her, Ty. Shes always been like that-poking her nose where it doesnt belong, analyzing everyones motives, handing out free advice. He flashed a grin of mock exasperation. It drives me nuts some-times, but what can I do? Im stuck with her.
Well, Im not, Tyler thought, renewing his determination to have his say and bring their conflict to closure. Come tomorrower, todaytheyd talk. Hed finally clear the air once and for all and get on with his life, unhampered by the guilt of old sins and the hard feelings of foolish misunderstandings.
Tyler woke with a start and lay in confusion, heart pounding, unsure of where he was. Something had wakened hima sound that didnt belong in his apartment.
He frowned into the dark and only gradually recalled the where and why of his current situation. A quick glance round the room confirmed it: Idaho. Julies house. Tyler glanced at his travel alarm, groaning when he saw the time, 4:30 a.m. Hed slept barely an hour and felt like hell.
What on earth had shattered his dreams? he wondered even as he heard the sound again. Crying. A childs crying. One of brother Sids crew, no doubt. Perhaps the early bird.
But no, he decided moments later, frowning again. Something was wrong. This cry was one of pain.
At that moment, someone pounded on his door. Dad? Are you awake?
In a flash, Tyler stood beside the bed, tugging sweats over the briefs that were all hed worn to bed since the house was kept so warm. He reached his door just as it opened.
Dad, I- Julie gasped. You! Oh God, Im sorry. I didnt realize thered been a switch in rooms. She clutched a pajama-clad toddler against her chesta boy, Tyler guessedand jounced him as she spoke. Wheres Dad sleeping?
Im afraid I dont know, Tyler admitted. Is this Sids stepson?
This is Sids baby, Josh. He fell out of bed and now hes bleeding from somewhere, but wont let me look to find out where.
Tyler fumbled for the overhead light switch for what seemed an eternity before he found it. He then reached out to catch Julies elbow and lead her into his room.
Sit on the bed, he said, a command Julie obeyed with obvious reluctance. Josh sobbed softly, a sound that wrenched Tylers heart and reduced the childs aunt to near tears, from the look of it.
Tyler dropped to one knee by the bed and touched the boys shoulder. Hey, Josh, whasamatter?
Without releasing his stranglehold on his aunt Julie, the toddler turned his head just enough to identify the speaker. His eyes, huge and dark, brimmed over with tears. Tyler instantly spotted the bloodon the boys face and on his aunts filmy pink nightgownoozing from a jagged cut on the underside of his chin.
Its coming from a cutsee?just under his chin, there. Were going to have to wash it off so we can see how bad it is.
There should be a cloth in the bathroom, Julie replied, pointing to the door that led to the bath just off Tylers room.
Tyler made short work of finding the cloth and wetting it with warm water. A quick search of the medicine cabinet produced Band-Aids, which he hoped were all hed need. By the time he returned to the bed, Julie had managed to seat Josh in her lap so that Tyler could see his chin.
She reached for the cloth and Tyler gave it to her. The instant she tried to dab Joshs chin he began to struggle and scream again.
Let me, Tyler said, taking the cloth back. Josh. Hey buddy. Look-a here.
Josh, still crying, but clearly curious about Tyler, did as requested.
Thats great. Now be a big boy and let me wash you up, okay?
To Julies obvious astonishment, Josh again did as asked, struggling only when Tyler touched the actual cut to asses its severity.
Its not deep, Tyler was finally able to announce. Just a scratch, really. No stitches required. While he talked, he bandaged, then he used the cloth to clean Joshs hands, Julies hands and finally her necktender ministrations endured without complaint from child or aunt. Gallantly he kept his gaze above the tips of her breasts, dark shadows under the sheer fabric of her gown. There, all done. Feeling better?
The question was directed to Josh, but Julie answered it. Much, thanks. Youre very good at this. Got any little ones of your own?
No, thank God, Tyler replied, a candid, but thoughtless, reply that earned him a censorious frown from Julie.
At once she placed a noisy kiss on her nephews head and hugged him hardsure indication she valued rug rats much more than Tyler did. She then caught her breath, obviously just realizing that the gown she wore covered everything but hid nothing. Julie raised her gaze to meet Tylers, her face and neck flushed from forehead to cleavage.
Ive got to leave now
Though sorely tempted to argue, Tyler didnt. Instead, he stood back and let her rise. Holding Josh to her chest as beforethis time to hide breasts Tyler had once caressedJulie backed toward the door. Only when she reached it did she spin around, and then just to dash out. She was quick, but not so quick Tyler didnt get a glimpse of skimpy black panties, nearly bare bottom and long, shapely legs.
At once his body responded to the sight. With a groan he fell facedown on the bed, overcome with memories of the taste, smell and feel of her. Was this, then, the power she held over him? Sheer sexual thrill? It was a familiar spell, to be sure. One not experienced since the first time they met, eight years ago, but one well remembered all the same. The difference was their ages. Shed been a child then, a hot-to-trot teenager whose kiss had not revealed her innocence, but set him on fire. How did she kiss now that she was grown up and experienced in the ways of love? Tyler dared not try to imagine. If the kiss of a teen could haunt him for eight years, what would the kiss of a woman do?
Tyler groaned again, softly, but from the heart, then crawled back under the covers. Surprisingly he slept, but his dreams were crazy and eroticthe dreams of a man beguiled.
More bacon?
Yes, please.
Standing just outside the kitchen swing door, Tyler listened to the sounds of a family at breakfast. Several emotions washed over him at once, not the least of which was discomfort that surely resulted from the fact that he was the only child of a single parent. Acutely aware of his past experiences withand subsequent aversion tolarge, noisy families, Tyler actually turned to slip back upstairs when the door swung out and hit him in the backside.
Oomph! he exclaimed as a small boy charged past him.
Come on in, Tyler, called John Newman from the kitchen. Theres plenty to eat and a place to sit now that Tims headed to the den. The Tournament of Roses Parade is on, you know, and he doesnt intend to miss it.
Squaring his shoulders, Tyler pushed through the door into the kitchen filled with family members. Only Kit could not be accounted for. Tyler assumed she was already at work.
John gave him a big smile. Have a seat. Have a seat.
Tyler skirted the table slowly en route to the proffered chair, nodding an awkward greeting to all who ate and stopping at Joshs high chair to lean down and peer at his bandaged chin. It looked great, he thought, an opinion reaffirmed when Julie spoke.
Hes fine today. Thanks again for helping out.
No problem, Tyler murmured as he brushed bread crumbs and bits of egg off the chair just vacated by Tim, then sat.
I want you to know that I dont always do that, Julie said.
Excuse me? All Tyler could think of was her sexy nightgown. Did she mean that she sometimes slept naked? he wondered, body stirring at the thought.
Run to my daddy for help when I get in a tight spot, Julie replied, unaware of the direction his thoughts had taken, but setting him straight all the same. Im a big girl except where the kids are concerned. Then I fall apart at the least sign of trouble.
Tyler squirmed to ease the sudden bind of his jeans and faked a smile. The thought never crossed my mind.
Here, son, said John, passing Tyler a blue china bowl filled with scrambled eggs, cooked to perfection.
My mother has a bowl like this, Tyler murmured for lack of anything else to say. Shes a retired nurse, living in Washington state.
With your dad? John asked.
Tyler shook his head. Alone.
Your dad is dead, then? Apparently John was every bit as nosy as Don had warned.
A deadbeat. One of those guys wholl skip out on a woman without marrying her when she tells him hes going to be a daddy. Tyler noted the looks of sympathy passed between Don and Julie. He also noted that Julie then frowned at her dad in an obvious attempt to shut him up.
It didnt work.
Sorry to hear that, John said, his tone very matter-of-fact. His loss, of course.
Tyler shrugged in reply and set down the bowl, now minus a generous helping of the eggs.
We have sausage and bacon, biscuits and hash browns, too, John then said, clearly oblivious to the tension in the room or the fact that for some reason Tyler had just blurted his deepest, darkest secret. Eat hearty.
Thanks, Tyler murmured, his gaze glued to the table before him. In seconds his plate was filled and, to make further foolish confessions impossible, his mouth.
Tylers illegitimate roots obviously didnt bother John, who appeared bound and determined to discuss them. Your mother never married anyone else, then?
Tyler quickly swallowed. No.
So you have no brothers or sisters?
None.
Then I guess the Newman household is a culture shock for you, huh?
Pretty much, yeah.
Well, dont let that put you off. Big families are a lot of fun, son, and if youre smart, youll find yourself a good, fertile woman real soon and get busy making one of your own.
Da-ad! Julie scolded, her eyes shooting daggers at her tactless parent.
John looked at her in surprise, clearly clueless. Hell be glad he did, honey. Why, where would I be now if it werent for all you kids and grandkids? Alone, thats where. Alone and lonely. He pointed a finger at Tyler. Your father made a poor choice that Im sure he now regrets. Theres no reason for you to make the same one.
No, sir, Tyler murmured, a lie. In truth, there were several, not the least of which was that big families gave him the willies. No, not even for old-age companion-ship would he endure the interference, inconvenience and irritation of them.
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Are you, um, starting the driving lessons this morning? blurted Don in an obvious attempt to change the subject. We have sunshine. We have clear roads.
Tyler exchanged a look with Julie, whose face still glowed pink with embarrassment for her dads pep talkanother reason Tyler was glad he didnt have a houseful of kin to deal with.
If thats okay? she ventured. The sooner we begin, the sooner we finish. I dont want you to have to hang around here instead of the slopes. Ive heard theyre great this year.
This morning is fine, he assured her, adding, As for the slopes, Im on no set schedule this trip, so whenever I get to them is fine.
Tyler quit his job with Sky Flight, Don told his dad, as if Tylers comment about schedules had just reminded him of the fact.
John poured himself a cup of steaming black coffee. That so? Who are you flying for now? He offered the pot to Tyler.
Actually, Im self-employed at the moment. I do some charter work and some crop dusting. Tyler picked up an unused mug so John could fill it.
He also performs with an air show, Don added. Tyler noted that John seemed impressed by the announcement. Julie, however, appeared a bit stunned. Thankfully, talk turned to general topics after that. Tyler, no longer the subject of conversation, thank God, perused everyone at the table, beginning with a blond-haired girl who had to be Sids other stepchild. Petite, obviously shy, she sat to the right of her step-grandfather, John, who smiled down at her every few seconds.
Without a doubt John was the type of person who thrived on the chaos of a large family. Tyler didnt remember the late Mrs. Newman all that well since hed only met her once, but he carried in his mind an impression of warmth and motherly patience. He guessed that her loss was probably the reason John had called his family back home.
To the little girls rightwas her name Celia? No, Carlysat Don, complete with bloodshot eyes and unshaven face. One beer too many? Tyler wondered, instantly excusing the overindulgence. New Years Eve came just once a year. Tyler knew from experience that Don was a health nut who never drank anything stronger than beer and then only on special occasions such as little siss birthday party.
And speaking of little sisshe sat a high chair away from Don, at the end of the table across from her dad and to Tylers left. She looked beautiful this morning, he thought, none the worse for a night of drama.
With her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing a tattered sweatshirt, she could easily have been sixteen almost seventeen, just as she was the day they met. That reminded Tyler of his mission, and noting that shed finished eating, he made short work of cleaning his plate, too.
Carly and I will take care of the kitchen, John said, when Julie stood from the table, moments after Don excused himself and ran off to get ready for his salespeople, and carried her plate to the sink. You get started on those driving lessons.
But
Dont argue. He waved his hands as though to shoo them out. With a shrug, Julie met Tyler at the door, through which they exited.
My jackets in the coat closet. Wheres yours? she asked.
On that hook there. Tyler pointed to a rack near the front door on which hung his leather jacket. Since the closet was nearby, they walked together.
Shall we? Julie murmured after shed donned a denim jacket, inclining her head in the direction of the door that led to the garage. Tyler led the way, opening the door and then stepping back so Julie could pass through it into the garage. Moments later found them peering under the hood of the Corvettea dream car in Tylers opinion.
I just want to learn to clutch and shift this thing, Julie grumbled when Tyler automatically reached for the dip stick. I already know how to check the oil.
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Table of Contents
Cover Page (#u9b02049a-78cb-50f7-8051-9758b5f1137b)
Excerpt (#u423f6014-7deb-5e7b-a78a-56c5e774ed01)
Dear Reader (#uea5489d9-b2b2-5dc1-8f11-235c9a5234a4)
Title Page (#u41a86280-f5fb-5d8f-95e9-3966c0bcacb8)
Dedication (#u6760c28c-d664-542c-83f0-00fcb8dec257)
About the Author (#ub3d90a62-eb1a-535e-ab97-21ee0731befe)
Prologue (#u3dcc6d53-8291-5864-84fa-85457f24315d)
Chapter One (#u0bd42dc2-248b-54be-b70e-2646b8d39518)
Chapter Two (#u016b99e0-f5f6-509d-a684-d8f7a9a9f41f)
Chapter Three (#u9d9c2280-cc2d-5a6c-b185-ec9539c90348)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
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We had no business kissing like that!
Tyler caught Julie by the shoulders. Why not? Were both legal and free.
All the more reason for us to be careful. She shook off his touch and walked to the end of the deck, to the exact spot where they had first kissed eight years ago.
Tyler followed. All Im asking is whats so bad about our being together?
Ill tell you whats so bad, Julie answered, suddenly furious with herself. How you make me feel, thats what. It isnt right It isnt good. It isnt even
Tylers lips smothered the rest of her sentence, which was forgotten in the wake of one devastating kiss. Clearly she had no willpower where he was concerned.
Clearly, he knew it
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LINDA VARNER
confesses she is a hopeless romantic. Nothing is more thrilling, she believes, than the battle of wits between a man and a woman who are meant for each other but just dont know it yet! Linda enjoys writing romance and considers herself very lucky to have been both a RITA finalist and a third-place winner in the National Readers Choice Awards in 1993.
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Prologue (#ulink_956b93a4-805d-5077-8d8b-af13017dc276)
Yo, Ty! Would you see if the birthday gals out on the back porch? Its twenty minutes till a brand new yearparty time!and we cant find her anywhere.
Tyler Jordan nodded agreement to Don Newman, host of this fun and confusion. Winding his way through the jam-packed room, bright with streamers and bobbing balloons, Tyler dodged more than one guest wearing a colorful party hat and wielding the noisy blow-outs provided earlier. He chuckled as he slipped into the kitchen, then headed straight out the back door to look for Julie, one of Dons two younger sisters.
Tyler saw her at once, standing alone and bathed in moonlight at the far end of the porch that stretched across the rear of the rambling Victorian house. Instead of calling out, he just stared for a moment at the slender brunette, marveling that she could be so different from her ditsy kid sister, Kit. Though Don, a college classmate, seldom talked about his female siblings, he had once commented that the oldest was legal. Tyler, of course, had figured out which was which the moment he met the two girls upon his arrival earlier that evening.
He now crept forward, not stopping until he stood just behind his favorite of Dons sisters. So youre not a missing person after all, but a star gazer.
Yes, she murmured, as though somehow shed known he was there all the time. Arent they gorgeous tonight?
Breathtaking, Tyler answered. He ignored the night sky, instead gluing his gaze to the dark-eyed beauty whod stolen his heart. Julie laughed, obviously pleased by the offhanded compliment.
Its almost midnight, she said after a moments silence.
Which is why Don sent me out here to get you.
Julie nodded that shed guessed that. Turning her back to the yard, she leaned against the ornate iron rail that edged the porch, then crossed her arms over her chest in a self-hug Tyler wished he could help her with. Her bold gaze swept Tyler from head to toe.
So what do you think of our midnight birthday party tradition?
I think its perfect for someone born at 12:01 on January first. Tyler, too, leaned against the rail, so close that the smell of her cologne instantly assailed him. The subtle floral scent brought to mind sunrise streaming through an open window, crisp cotton sheets and lazy wake-up kisses that led to morning love.
At once Tyler wished he could whisk Julie away to just such a place. Theyd celebrate her birthday with a private party neither would forget. That is, if he hadnt imagined the incredible instantaneous chemistry between them when they were first introduced. Had he? Tyler had to wonder, risking a sidelong glance in Julies direction. At that moment she shivered violently, and he realized why she hugged herself.
My God! he exclaimed. You dont even have on a coat.
You could share yours, she suggested.
Tyler hastily unzipped the leather bomber jacket that was a gift from his parents on his twenty-second birthday, four years ago. He opened the front of it wide in invitation. Julie stepped up to let him share his warmth. Conveniently, Tylers temperature shot up another couple of degrees, and his heart began to thump erratically against his rib cage.
Wired as he was, Tyler didnt trust himself to do anything more than hold the jacket around her with a loose hug, his chin resting on the top of her head. To his delight, Julie slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her body closer.
Green light? he wondered, even as she tipped her head back and met his questioning gaze square on. She smiled at him, a sexy smile that was an unmistakable invitation.
Accepting it but still holding back, Tyler did nothing more than touch his lips to hers in a brief, brushing kiss. Julie sighed with what could only be frustration. Reaching up to clasp her hands behind his neck, she took the initiative, tugging his head down to press her mouth fully to his. Her tongue teased for entry, sending a shock wave clear to Tylers toes. Groaning his defeat, Tyler gave in to their mutual desire, parting his lips, then taking control of the kiss.
And what a kiss it was! Wet, wild and wonderfulbut not enough to satisfy him. Not nearly enough.
How could it be when Julie seemed to be everything hed ever dreamed of? Her heated response set him on fire, and at once hungry for whatever he could coax from her, Tyler planted kisses on Julies cheeks, nose, chin and neck. Ah, but she tasted goodso damn good.
Tyler felt Julie slip her hands under his sweater. Lightly she raked her fingernails over his bare back, an incredibly tantalizing action that further fueled his need. Tyler responded by palming each of her breasts in turn through the thick yarn of her oversize sweater.
But even that wasnt enoughnot when she was so willing, so obviously excited by his touch. Taking his cue from Julie, Tyler slipped his hands under her sweater and traced with his fingertips the lace-encased fullness hidden there. Her breasts seemed to swell to his touch. The tips grew noticeably taut. Her breaths became soft pants that Tylers kiss stole away. His body tensed, strategic parts hard and ready for love.
He struggled with the front clasp of her bra. Somewhere nearby a door slammed.
Tyler leapt back, his own breath now ragged. A quick glance round revealed that they were still alone. Gulping audibly, Tyler looked down at Julie, now a good three feet away and obviously rattled. They exchanged a rueful glance, then shared a guilty laugh.
Somethings happening here, he blurted, anxious to let her know how serious he was about this.
Julies smile instantly vanished. She nodded solemnly, but said nothing.
I didnt expect this. He could barely get the words out, suddenly and uncharacteristically flustered, thanks to this woman hed met mere hours ago. I just came to Idaho to ski.
She nodded again.
Don told me he had two sisters, but I never dreamed Tyler swallowed hard again. I never dreamed one of them He shook his head, completely at a loss for words. God, but youre beautiful.
Her smile lit up the night.
Tyler relaxed and smiled back. Well just take this thing slow, okay?
Slow? Her twinkling eyes challenged him.
Tyler chuckled. Well, maybe not.
For a moment they just looked at each other, then Tyler cleared his throat rather loudly. I, um, guess youd better go in. Dons going to send out a search party if you dont.
Youre not coming? Julie caught hold of his arm as if she feared hed suddenly vanish into the night.
In a minute. He did not add that he needed time alone to cool down. Surely she knew. Theyd been standing so close
Promise? Suddenly she sounded more like her teenaged sister than the mature young woman that she was.
Tyler, charmed by her unexpected air of innocence, nodded. Nothing could keep me away, Julie. Nothing.
With obvious reluctance, she left him and entered the house. Moments later, Tyler heard her guests cheer a welcome. Anxious to join the midnight fun, he sucked in a lungful of frosty air and willed his love-tense body to relax. He thought of the week that lay ahead and vowed to spend every hour with Julie, a woman like no other, surely the woman of his dreams. Several minutes of fantasizing about the days to come slipped by before Tyler came to with a start and glanced at his watch. Cursing softly, he spun and headed straight for the kitchen.
Just as he stepped through the door a noisy countdown to the New Years birthday began in the next room.
Tennineeight
Determined not to miss a millisecond of Julies special night Tyler quickened his pace.
Sevensix
Just before he got to the living room door, he spied a two-tiered, heart-shaped birthday cake sitting on the table. It had not been there earlier.
Fivefour
The fancy red writing on it leapt out at him.
Threetwo..
Tyler stumbled to a halt.
One!
And read the words.
Wild cheers and congratulations echoed off the walls, but Tyler stood in stunned silence, staring at the sentiment that changed his life forever and not for good.
Happy Birthday, Julie.
17.
Chapter One (#ulink_c94029a1-44f6-5def-9588-83f0ab5b39e2)
Eight years later
Happy birthday, Sis.
Thanks, Julie Newman McCrae replied, setting down a warm pitcher of spiced apple cider so she could accept the hug that Kit Porter, her older sister by four years, offered to her.
So tell me, how does it feel to be twenty-five? Kit might as well have been asking how it felt to be a leper. She looked that horrified.
Julie shrugged. So far its not a bit different than twenty-fouror twenty-threefor that matter.
Oh, but it is, Kit teased, brown eyes twinkling. And Ill tell you why. She glanced around as if to make sure no one eavesdropped, then leaned close, whispering, The big three-oh is just five years away now.
Only one for you, Julie retorted.
The redhead groaned and sagged against her sister. Oh God, dont remind me.
Laughing, they shared a sympathetic hug.
Donnie boy is finally here. Kit ran a hand through her short, copper-colored hair, a genetic throwback from an Irish great-great. And hes brought someone with him.
So what else is new? Julie questioned. One of her older brothers worked public relations for New-Ware, their fathers cookware business, and had more friends than an Idaho winter had snowflakes. He was forever bringing one or another of them to Clear Falls, where the six-bedroom, three-story home owned by Julies dad, widower John Newman, was located. Luckily she had planned her birthday party refreshments with that in mind. I have plenty to eat tonight.
Yeah, well they both have suitcases, Kit advised. Not to mention skis. So you may have more than tonight to worry about.
Julie sighed at that news, though she didnt really mind it. Of all the household tasks shed taken on in exchange for rent-free accommodations, cooking was the one she liked most and did best. She got plenty of practice, too. In the five months since her dad had suggested the trade-off and shed agreed to it, theyd been alone together in the house for maybe a week.
Julies dad blamed that on their proximity to the ski slopes. Julie blamed it on his big heart. After all, who had talked her oldest brother, Sid, into leaving his two stepchildren and his baby in Idaho while he and his wife explored European markets for New-Ware? Who had demanded Kit move back home, when her sailor husband was stationed on an aircraft carrier? And who always insisted that Don stay at the house whenever he was in town, whether or not he had girlfriends, co-workers or buddies in tow?
John Newman, thats who.
Well, I hope they have an appetite for cold cuts, dips and leftover birthday cake, Julie murmured, picking up the pitcher again and slipping out the door of the kitchen so she could hug that rascal of a brother she hadnt seen for a month. Because thats what were going to have for days to come.
A second later she deposited the pitcher on the buffet table. Ever the perfect hostessat home and at the New-Ware cooking demonstrations that were her source of incomeJulie assessed the table to see if it lacked anything else.
It didnt, and gratefully she wound her way through the crush of friends and relatives to where her brother and his companion stood talking.
Don, a handsome young man by even a strangers standards, looked especially wonderful to his little sister tonight. Though six years separated their ages, Julie bad always been particularly close to him.
Don! she exclaimed when still several feet away. He turned, all smiles, and engulfed her in a bear hug that threatened her rib cage. You just missed the countdown.
Sorry about that, he said with a shrug of apology, adding, Happy New Year.
Same to you, she replied.
And happy birthday. Don set her back on her feet. How does it feel to be twenty-five?
Julie smiled at his unwitting echo of Kits earlier question. You should know. You were there six years ago.
Low blow, Don scolded, but he laughed. I brought someone with me, he said. I ran into him at the gas station on the corner, and since he didnt have motel reservations anywhere, I talked him into staying here a night or two. Dad seemed pleased. I hope you dont mind.
Hey, Im just a guest, myself, Julie replied with a laugh, for the first time shifting her full attention to Dons companion.
Hi, Im Julie McCrae, she said, automatically extending her hand to him as she raised her gaze to meet hisdark, intense and too, too familiar. At once Julie was hurled back in time eight years to a birthday party just like this one.
She forgot her name. She forgot her manners. She forgot how to breatheastonishing reactions that floored her.
Actually, I think you two have already met, Don commented, apparently oblivious to her life-threatening discomfiture. This is
Tyrone, right? she blurted, desperate that this man now holding her hand so tightly would never guess what hed done to her fragile, teenaged ego at that party so long ago.
Tyler, he solemnly corrected. Tyler Jordan.
Oops, Julie said, adding a who-cares-anyway laugh. She tugged her fingers free of his and swiped them down her black wool pants. Sorry. Im terrible with names, but I never forget a face. How long has it been since we last, um, spoke? Six years, seven?
Eight years, eleven minutes and he glanced at his watch thirty seconds. At a party just like this one.
Julie nearly choked and glanced quickly at Don. Shed never told anyone about the intimacies shared with Tyler just before midnight so long ago out on the porch.
Did this mean Tyler had?
But Don just laughed and slapped his old friend on the backan act of affection that meant he didnt know the truth. Julie, of course, shouldve guessed that. Don had bored her with more than one tale of Tylers dangerousno, foolhardyexploits through the years, things Don would never have told her if hed been aware of what had happened between them. No wonder you didnt argue when I invited you to come home with me. You remember what great parties my little sis throws.
Yeah, Tyler agreed with a half smile. What great parties she throws. His gaze dropped to Julies mouth and lingered there. Immediately she wondered if it were her parties he remembered or her kisses. But no, it couldnt be her kisses. Hed long since proved that theyand everything else about herwere totally forgettable.
Unfortunately such wasnt the case for Julie, who suddenly remembered not only the kisses theyd shared but the caresses that had accompanied them. And then there had been that awful moment later when shed been forced to face the fact that Tyler had only been playing with her out on the porch
A little surprised by the vividness of her memories, Julie gave herself a get-it-together shake. Surely she wasnt still mourning a relationship that had never existed anywhere except in her fanciful, teenage head.
And speaking of birthdays, Don continued, bringing her back to the here and now, Ive brought you a present from Uncle Sy. He looked at Tyler and winked. Its special. Really special.
Julie looked at her brothers empty hands, then all around. Where is it?
In the garage. Don grinned.
The garage? She turned toward the back of the house, fully intending to step out the kitchen door and see whatever her eccentric uncle, Silas Newman, had sent. Don stopped her with an outflung arm.
Not yet. I want Dad to get the camera, and I want all your guests to come watch.
Though avidly curious now, Julie obeyed. She eyed Don rather suspiciously as he ushered their dad, Kit and the guests in the direction of the garage, knowing he wasnt above playing a good practical joke on her. And while she usually didnt mind them, she wasnt at all sure she could handle another surprise this night.
On that thought, Julie shifted her gaze to her first surprise, still standing next to her, his gaze on Don. Discreetly she assessed himthe man whod broken her teenage heart so long ago. He looked older than his age, which shed always assumed to be the same as Dons. In fact, she could have sworn she saw a silver strand or two gleaming in his otherwise brown hair. And there were wrinkles around his eyes, toolittle crows feet that the sun had most likely furrowed into his skin.
Or had hard living engraved them there? After all, it must be tough to seduce a woman at every port, or in his case, on every mountain.
Woman? Julie almost laughed. Not by a long shot. Just a teen with raging hormones, too easily flattered by big brothers dashing college friend. She should have known that Tyler hadnt meant a word he said.
And she shouldve gotten over it long ago.
At that moment, Tylers gaze found and locked with Julies. She jumped as if hed reached out and touched her. Then, acutely embarrassed, she brushed past him to hurry up Don. Julie managed one step away before Tyler caught her by the arm.
Id really like to speak with you, he said. To explainand apologize.
Whatever for? Julie responded, easing her arm free. God, but he was still gorgeous. And at Tylers touch, every hormone in her bodyhormones surely older and wisersprang to life and waved for attention just the way they had the first time she met him. Rattled, sweating, Julie could barely fake a smile.
Tyler laugheda humorless sound. I know damn good and well you remember what happened at your birthday party eight years ago. In factif I didnt know better, Id say youre still pretty steamed. He sounded as if he couldnt believe it, either.
About something that happened that long ago? Trust me, Tyler, Ive had much better things to do than carry a grudge against you. Besides, if anyone should apologize, its me for trailing after you like some little lost pup that first evening we met. As for that midnight fooling around
Stop it! Tyler hissed, stepping so close she had to tip her head back to meet his gaze.
But meet it she did. You dont owe me an explanation or an apology. Thats water way under the bridge. Now please excuse me. I have guests and a party to attend to.
Fine, he coolly replied. Well talk later. When everyone is gone.
Everyone will never be gone, she said, stepping back to put precious inches between them. In case you hadnt noticed, this house is a lot like Grand Central Stationor maybe the Grand Hotel would be more appropriate?
He winced, clearly picking up on the jibe. I wont hang around here long. Hell, I wont hang around at allif youll talk with me tonight.
Stay as long as you like, she said. Its nothing to me. With that, Julie whirled and hurried to Don and her dad, who had his video camera in hand.
At the sight of her grinning parent, Julie instantly regretted her rudeness to Tyler. Her father had seemed so lost since the death of Julies mother almost nine months ago. Knowing how devastating it was to lose a spouse, she suspected that loneliness was the main reason hed begged her to come live with him again and not any desire to help her save rent money.
Are you ready? Don asked. His bright eyes and flushed cheeks bespoke his excitement, and Julie made a special effort to push her disturbing encounter with Tyler out of her head.
Past ready, she replied, trying to muster enthusiasm for Uncle Sys gift.
Good. Now stay put until everyone is set, okay?
Okay, Julie promised, biting back a smile. She felt a stirring of excitement. Never had she seen Don so worked up. What on earth awaited her out in the garage?
Come on, Dad. Don led the way to the back door, through which Tyler had just vanished. His dad grinned mysteriously at Julie, then followed. Don did the same.
Julie, blessedly alone for the moment, sucked in a couple of deep breaths to compose herself before she trailed her brother out the door. At first she saw nothing but her guests, standing all in a bunch. Then they stepped aside, en masse, to reveala car.
And not just any cara wickedly red 1956 Corvette convertible in mint condition.
Julie knew this because shed pointed out this very machine countless times at Uncle Sys Seattle automobile museum where she had worked so many summers. It was the most popular exhibit there.
Was.
Now, for some reason, it sat in her dads garage.
Voil?! Don exclaimed, flinging out his hand, palm upward, in the direction of the Corvette.
The car? Uncle Sy wanted her to have the car? Julie caught her breath. You cant mean?
I do.
Oh my God. At once Julies knees threatened to buckle. She clutched Kits arm for support, took several fortifying breaths, then moved, trancelike, toward the sleek roadster. Slowly she walked around it, touching first a fender, next a headlight and last the wind-shield.
Well? Don prompted when shed completed her inspection.
Its real, Julie announced. Her guests exploded into laughterand congratulations.
Get in, John Newman prompted over the din, his eye to the camera.
Julie nodded rather numbly and obeyed. Once behind the wheel, she touched the dash, the radio, the white leather seat next to herfully expecting everything to vanish. When they didnt, she grasped the wheel, tossed her head back and closed her eyes, already imagining herself speeding down some scenic highwaymountains all around, blue sky and sunshine overhead, hair blowing in the wind.
What a car. What a car. It was Kit, now sitting in the passenger seat. Julie looked at her in surpriseshe hadnt even heard the other door open. Do you know what this babys worth?
Yes, Julie said. At once she felt guilty. Though Uncle Sy had always been generous with his many nephews and nieces, hed never given any of them something so expensive.
Now dont you worry about it, Kit whispered as though reading her mind. Apparently all the Newman cousins will get one when Uncle Sy dies. He just wanted you to have yours now. Dads supposed to send him the videotape so he can see your reaction.
But what did I ever do to deserve a gift like this? Julie asked.
You lived and worked with that old man for Kit frowned how many summers?
Six.
Well thats six more than anyone else couldve. Believe me, honey, you earned this car.
Suddenly car keys dangled before Julies eyes. Why dont you take her for a spin? Don suggested. The roads are dry.
But my guests
Dads taking care of them.
Julie looked up to find that only three people remained in the garage besides herselfDon, Kit andTyler.
Tyler. Shed almost forgotten him in the excitement. But there he stood, not three feet away, as classically American as her little red sports car and every bit as dashingdamn him. His eyes never left her, and not sure how much more her poor old heart could take this night, Julie snatched the keys from Don.
Yes! Kit fairly bounced with excitement in the seat.
Don stepped away from the car. Julie inserted the key into the ignition. She paused before starting the engine, taking a moment to familiarize herself with the car. She saw the gear selector, the accelerator, the brake pedal and theclutch. At once her soaring spirits took a nosedive.
Oh, no.
Whats wrong? Don demanded, instantly by her side again.
It has a standard transmission, Julie moaned.
But of course it does His jaw dropped. You mean you still cant drive a standard?
No.
Youre kidding! Kit exclaimed.
Julie glared at her. You mean you can?
Yes, as a matter of fact. Kit looked very smug. Monty taught me. Monty was Kits absent husband.
Then you can teach me.
Okaybut not this week. Im working split shifts at Clearwater Regional so Ill be out more than in.
Julie just shook her head. How Kit, who worked as a relief nurse all over town, ever kept her complicated schedule straight Julie just didnt know.
I can teach you, Don said.
When? Julie demanded.
Whenever you want, he replied. Then he frowned. ExceptIts officially Saturday, isnt it? Ive got top salesmen arriving around nine a.m. I have to pick them up and get them settled at their hotels. Actually, I guess Ill pretty much have to entertain them during the day until next Sunday.
You mean neither of you can help me before next weekend? Julie heaved a heartfelt sigh of disappointment.
Maybe Dad would show you how, Kit suggested.
Im sure he would, Julie replied. Im also sure neither of us would survive the experience. She well remembered another driving lessonback when she was a teenager yearning for a license. Apparently Kit remembered it, too, for she winced.
Why dont we go inside and ask for a volunteer? Don asked. Surely one of our guests would be willing to take you on.
No! Julie replied, so loudly that her brother jumped. If you so much as hint to those people I cant drive this car you are a dead man, understand?
Eyes twinkling, Don nodded.
I have some time on my hands, Tyler said. Ill teach you.
Julies heart somersaulted at the unexpected suggestion. No thanks
But thats a great idea, Don argued, cutting off her refusal.
Yeah, great, Kit echoed with enthusiasm. Clearly both of them thought Tylers idea the perfect solution.
Unfortunately, Julie didnt. Her gaze locked with Tylers. She noted that a hint of a smileno doubt of triumphnow turned up the corners of his mouth.
I couldnt ask you to do that, she murmured, vastly irritated. She opened the car door and stepped out on the pavement.
You dont have to ask, Tyler replied. Ive already volunteered.
Thats very generous, but I Julie broke off, suddenly aware of Dons and Kits puzzled frowns. They didnt understand her dilemmanever would, unless she told them everything. Julie had no intention of admitting shed never gotten over that two seconds worth of foreplay eight years ago.
So why not keep things simple and accept his offer? Julie asked herself. A possible argument sprang to mind immediately: she didnt want to spend a single moment alone with Tyler. Didnt want to hear the explanation or the apology that would justify what hed done back then and eliminate all excuses not to fall for him again.
Not that she really would
Although deadly attractive with those chiseled features and that rugged jawline, Tyler Jordan was undoubtedly as much of a daredevil as ever and, therefore, totally incompatible to her current goals of marriage to a rock-solid man and lots of babies. Ignorance of what she really wanted had contributed to her devastation when he left so abruptly all those years ago. Inexperience then exaggerated the impact of the encounter, etching it so indelibly on her brain.
Or perhaps the problem was the nature of their parting. He was unfinished business for sure. As for her physical reaction to him nowa momentary lapse, nothing more.
Are you sure you dont mind? Julie therefore asked, adding a sweet smile. I meanyou did come to the mountains to ski.
Ill still have time for that. He returned her smile, revealing teeth that flashed gypsy white against his naturally bronze-toned skin.
Julie gulped at the sight and wondered briefly if she hadnt just made the biggest mistake of her life. Then she gave herself a mental kick in the backside. They would only be together an hour, maybe two at the most. She could keep her hands to herself for that long would have to if she intended to shift gears and steer. All right then. How about later this morning, after we sleep off the party?
Fine with me, he replied, cheerfully adding, And dont you worry. After a week or so of lessons, youll be a pro. I guarantee it.
Chapter Two (#ulink_316e4830-709e-59c2-b228-1f6d4cb2df6f)
A glass-domed anniversary clock on the mantel chimed the time3:00 a.m. Tyler Jordan, a volunteer member of the clean-up crew, worked his way through the living room, picking up abandoned paper plates and disposable plastic cups to toss into a trash bag. He battled with his conscience, knowing full well that Julie wanted him to leave, but reluctant to do so until he explained his behavior all those years ago.
So what if shed already told him she didnt care why he ran away? Her body language said she lied, and even if she spoke the truth, he needed to say his piece. Tyler hated unfinished business. This was definitely that and the only reason hed abandoned his ski plans so abruptly when hed run into Don at the gas station.
Dons news that Julie was now widowed had nothing to do with anything. It was the birthday party and the fact that Julie lived with her dad again that cinched the impulsive decision to drop by. When presented with the perfect opportunity to right old wrongs, Tyler had made the most of it. Any man with scruples would, and heaven knew he could claim more than his share of thosethe very reason hed landed himself in this mess.
Im on my way out to the trash barrel. Want me to take that for you? Don reached for the bag Tyler held. This was the last bag in the box, but I think there are more in the pantry. Go ask Julie.
With a glance around the still-littered room, Tyler nodded and made a beeline to the kitchen, hoping to catch Dons sister alone. If they could talk now, he wouldnt have to sleep over. Contrary to what hed told her brother, Tyler did have accommodations for tonighta motel room hed already put on his credit card and would have to pay for whether or not he utilized it. Fairly certain he wasnt welcome at the Newman houseat least by JulieTyler preferred utilizing it.
Worse, hed paid a hefty entrance fee for a downhill skiing competition on a slope the locals had dubbed GRGrim Reaper. Tyler planned to win the race and add another trophy to his growing collection.
A push on the swing door later, Tyler stepped into the kitchen, painted bright yellow and trimmed in blue gingham. Julie stood alone with the dishwasher she loaded. Since she didnt look up when he entered, he paused for a moment to study her, just as hed done eight years ago.
The years had been kind. She was almost the same size as when a teen, though a little more filled out, as mature women usually are. Her brunette hair hung to just below her shoulders, slightly curled on the ends and gleaming reddish in the light. And though she had her back to him, he knew feathery bangs framed her oval face.
For just a second Tyler closed his eyes and pictured that girl-next-door face. He saw wide brown eyes with thick lashes. He saw an uptilted nose and dimples. He saw a friendly smile.
Encouraged by his vision, Tyler stepped closer, something she hadnt allowed all evening. Whistling, busy, Julie didnt seem to notice his soundless approach until he stood mere inches away. Then she stiffened, whirled and stepped back, crimson-glossed lips still pursed for the tune. Tylers gaze focused first on those full, kissable lips, which had once touched his, then dropped to her breasts, which rose and fell with every agitated breath. He remembered how silky her skin felt to the touchhow incredibly responsive she was. His heart skipped a beat.
Dont you ever give up? Julie snapped, self-consciously brushing off her bulky maroon sweater at the exact spot where hed been staring.
I didnt come in here to talk, Tyler retorted, a half truth. I came to get another trash bag.
Oh. She looked flustered, embarrassed. I thoughtwell, it doesnt matter. Pushing up her sleeves, she crossed the room to the walk-in pantry, opened the door and disappeared from view.
Tyler sagged against the counter and struggled to get a grip on his emotionsnot an easy thing to do. There was something about this womanhad been from the moment hed met herthat kept him off balance. She was a magnet to his steel.
She drew his gaze. She annihilated his composure.
She turned him on.
Tyler couldnt explain it and didnt like it, but the fact remained: Julie Newman McCrae had power over him, power she didnt even know she possessedthank God. Just thinking about it made Tylers forehead bead with cold sweat because this time, this time, she was legal.
Julie? He sort of croaked the word.
At once, she stuck her head out from behind the pantry door and frowned at him. What?
I lied. I did come in here to talk.
She huffed her opinion of that and stepped from the pantry, new box of trash bags in hand. For crying out loud, Tyler! Cant we just forget about what happened? Its old news. Very old news. And doesnt even matter.
Then why are you still angry with me?
Im not. They stood toe-to-toe now, separated only by the width of the box she thrust at him.
The hell you arent, he retorted. Your face is red. Your hands are trembling, and for two cents Ill bet youd throw that box at me.
For a second Julie said nothing, then she heaved a lusty sigh. To be honest, Id do it for free, which means I am still upset. Unfortunately I cant begin to tell you why, since I didnt even know it until tonight. She shook her head in disbelief. What happened between us all those years ago is nothing compared to what Ive been through since, yet for some reason Im still irritated about it.
Then let me explainplease. And well put it to rest once and for good.
Oh, all right, she said after another hesitation. Explain if you must, but I cant promise Ill like you any better. If Ive held a grudge this long, Ill probably take it to the grave. She set the box on the counter and crossed her arms over her chest, clearly waiting for him to speak.
At once Tylers wits took a leave of absence, taking along his tongue. He felt his face heat, a sure sign he, too, blushed.
Iuhwelluh Damn it. Tyler took a deep breath and tried again. Do you think we could step out to the porch? Your brother will probably burst in here the moment I
As if on cue, Don pushed through the swing door. Whats the holdup? His gaze leapt from the box of bags to Tyler to Julie. So are you two going to talk all night or get on with the show? Its 3:00 a.m. Ive had several beers too many, and Id like to get a couple of hours shut-eye before I have to get up again
Wordlessly Julie extracted two bags from the box. She gave both men one and then turned her back on them, busy once more with the dishwasher.
Don glanced around the room. Where are Kit and Dad?
Kit has to work tomorrow, er, today, so I sent her to bed an hour ago, Julie told him without glancing up from her work. As for Dad, since hell be up again at dawn with Timbo, I waived his KP duties altogether.
My brothers three-year-old stepson, Don said to Tyler by way of explanation. He also has a step-daughter named Carly, and a baby of his own, Josh. Gramps volunteered to baby-sit. Don explained the situation as he led the way to the door, which he held open for Tyler. You do remember that Dad manufactures gourmet pots and pans?
I remember. Short of looking as if he didnt want to help out, Tyler had no choice but to step back into the formal living room. Though a bit frustrated at first, he soon decided to make use of Dons presence to fill in a few blanks. UmJulies a widow, right? he asked as he continued clean up.
Uh-huh. Her late husband, Cord, was an Alaskan Smoke Jumperever heard of them?
Sure I have, Tyler murmured, shocked by a stab of what felt suspiciously like jealousy. Alaskan Smoke Jumpers were mens men, noted for their courage and skill. Tyler couldnt begin to compete with one of them.
Compete? With a dead man? At once ashamed of his misguided envy, not to mention his lack of sympathy for Julie, Tyler sharply corralled his emotions. How long were they married?
Just under four years. Though Julie has never said anything, Ive always suspected the marriage was not a happy one. They were a mismatch, in my opinion. Shes the kind of gal who wants the traditional stone cottage, complete with white picket fence and a yard full of kids. He preferred a log cabin in the woods, big enough for two, but not for three. He also had this thing about physical challenges Don chuckled something you can relate to, I guess. Why, it was nothing for him to skip Christmas with the family so he could climb a mountain somewhere.
And Julie moved home right after the funeral?
Well, back to Idaho, anyway. That was about a year ago, I guess. Shes been working for Dad half of that time and living here in the house since a few months after my mom passed away.
I heard about your mom. Im sorry.
Don nodded, and the men worked in silence for a moment.
Does Kit work for your dad, too?
Kits a nurse, Don said. She was the wild child the rebel who didnt want any part of the family business. He shook his head and grinned. Youd be surprised how many people assume shes the baby of the family.
ActuallyI wouldnt. Tyler cleared his throat, a self-conscious sound to his own ear, though Don didnt react to it. Kits married? At the party hed noticed that she wore a wide gold band.
Don explained his sisters circumstances, adding, Her husband, Monty, has another five months on the carrier, then hell be out for good. Im assuming theyll find a place of their own, though not if Dad has any say in the matter. He invented the always-room-for-one-more concept, in case you hadnt noticed.
I had, Tyler admitted.
Youre still with Sky Flight, I guess? Don asked, referring to the commercial airline for which Tyler had piloted the last five years.
No. I left them about this time last year.
Don straightened, a look of surprise on his face. I thought you loved your job there.
Tyler hesitated, not for the first time at a loss for words to verbalize the restlessness that had prompted his leaving the best job hed ever had. I needed a change, a challenge.
So what are you doing now?
Nothing until spring. Then Ill probably do what I did last yearcharter work, some crop dusting.
Are you still into stuff like mountain climbing, white-water rafting, motorcycle racing, bungee jumping?
I didnt do any bungee jumping at all last summer.
Came to your senses?
Nah. I just didnt have time for it. I was too busy with the county fairs.
Don frowned. County fairs?
I do a little stunt flying for a friend who manages an air acrobatics show. We follow the fairs. He grinned. You should see me in my getup. Charles Lindbergh all the way.
When Don arched an eyebrow, Tyler shrugged. Theres good money in it.
Yeah, well, itd have to be better than just good before youd catch me doing nosedives over a gawking crowd. Shaking his head in obvious bemusement, Don picked up one last paper plate, which he tossed into his bag. He then perused the room. Guess that does it. Let me get rid of these bags, and then Ill show you where youre going to sleep.
Are you sure its okay if I stay here? I mean, I can find a motel downtown if its any trouble at all.
Dad was so thrilled to have you that hes sleeping in one of the spare rooms so you can have the good bed. Don waved away the protest Tyler opened his mouth to make. Trust me, youll pay for the comfort. By the time you leave here Dads going to know every detail of every adventure youve had for the past eight years and then some. Hes nosier than an old woman.
My ex would clobber you if she heard a sexist remark like that, Tyler murmured with a laugh.
Dons jaw dropped. I didnt know you got married, he murmured, just as Julie exited the kitchen into the living room.
Very aware of her presence, Tyler shrugged. I used the term loosely. Actually, we just lived together for a while.
What happened? Julie asked, crossing the room to set yet another bulging trash bag at her brothers feet.
Tyler gave her a long look. She started talking weddings, he replied. We had an agreement, a no-strings setup that worked well, then all at once he shook his head, as always mystified by female logic that turned pros into cons. Ill never figure out what the hell I did to make her think I was ready to tie the knot.
Of course you wont, Julie interjected rather sharply. Men and women arent on the same wave-length.
What are you talking about? Tyler asked, a thoughtless question that earned him a what-did-I-tell-you smile from Julie and a wry laugh from Don.
Im talking about sexual differences, she replied, rocking back on the heels of her black leather scrunch boots, and I dont mean the obvious physical ones.
I kind of like the obvious physical ones, Don interjected, ducking when Julie swatted at him.
What Im saying is that women place different meanings on certain things than men do. When Don and Tyler exchanged a baffled glance, Julie sighed. For example, take your basic, everyday kiss.
Tyler tensed.
Why do you kiss a woman, Don? Julie asked.
Her brother grinned. Several reasons, but mainly because its a good way to get close enough to explore those obvious physical differences you mentioned.
Julie nodded. Exactly. To youand most other men she looked pointedly at Tyler kisses are nothing more than a lead-in to sex, which, as we all know, is the ultimate male goal.
And what are kisses to you, er, to women, if I may ask? Tyler frowned slightly as he waited for her reply.
A woman considers physical intimacy to be a stepping stone to the ultimate female goal, which is commitment.
Tyler winced at her use of the C worda word thrown at him before, a word hed come to dread.
Julie, obviously not missing his reaction, lifted her chin and looked down her nose at him. Thats why we take it so personally when someone we consider a possible mate kisses and runs. Now if you two will excuse me, Im going to bed. That said, she sashayed past the men, leaving in her wake an icy chill that made Tyler shiver.
When they were alone again, Don shook his head. Dont mind her, Ty. Shes always been like that-poking her nose where it doesnt belong, analyzing everyones motives, handing out free advice. He flashed a grin of mock exasperation. It drives me nuts some-times, but what can I do? Im stuck with her.
Well, Im not, Tyler thought, renewing his determination to have his say and bring their conflict to closure. Come tomorrower, todaytheyd talk. Hed finally clear the air once and for all and get on with his life, unhampered by the guilt of old sins and the hard feelings of foolish misunderstandings.
Tyler woke with a start and lay in confusion, heart pounding, unsure of where he was. Something had wakened hima sound that didnt belong in his apartment.
He frowned into the dark and only gradually recalled the where and why of his current situation. A quick glance round the room confirmed it: Idaho. Julies house. Tyler glanced at his travel alarm, groaning when he saw the time, 4:30 a.m. Hed slept barely an hour and felt like hell.
What on earth had shattered his dreams? he wondered even as he heard the sound again. Crying. A childs crying. One of brother Sids crew, no doubt. Perhaps the early bird.
But no, he decided moments later, frowning again. Something was wrong. This cry was one of pain.
At that moment, someone pounded on his door. Dad? Are you awake?
In a flash, Tyler stood beside the bed, tugging sweats over the briefs that were all hed worn to bed since the house was kept so warm. He reached his door just as it opened.
Dad, I- Julie gasped. You! Oh God, Im sorry. I didnt realize thered been a switch in rooms. She clutched a pajama-clad toddler against her chesta boy, Tyler guessedand jounced him as she spoke. Wheres Dad sleeping?
Im afraid I dont know, Tyler admitted. Is this Sids stepson?
This is Sids baby, Josh. He fell out of bed and now hes bleeding from somewhere, but wont let me look to find out where.
Tyler fumbled for the overhead light switch for what seemed an eternity before he found it. He then reached out to catch Julies elbow and lead her into his room.
Sit on the bed, he said, a command Julie obeyed with obvious reluctance. Josh sobbed softly, a sound that wrenched Tylers heart and reduced the childs aunt to near tears, from the look of it.
Tyler dropped to one knee by the bed and touched the boys shoulder. Hey, Josh, whasamatter?
Without releasing his stranglehold on his aunt Julie, the toddler turned his head just enough to identify the speaker. His eyes, huge and dark, brimmed over with tears. Tyler instantly spotted the bloodon the boys face and on his aunts filmy pink nightgownoozing from a jagged cut on the underside of his chin.
Its coming from a cutsee?just under his chin, there. Were going to have to wash it off so we can see how bad it is.
There should be a cloth in the bathroom, Julie replied, pointing to the door that led to the bath just off Tylers room.
Tyler made short work of finding the cloth and wetting it with warm water. A quick search of the medicine cabinet produced Band-Aids, which he hoped were all hed need. By the time he returned to the bed, Julie had managed to seat Josh in her lap so that Tyler could see his chin.
She reached for the cloth and Tyler gave it to her. The instant she tried to dab Joshs chin he began to struggle and scream again.
Let me, Tyler said, taking the cloth back. Josh. Hey buddy. Look-a here.
Josh, still crying, but clearly curious about Tyler, did as requested.
Thats great. Now be a big boy and let me wash you up, okay?
To Julies obvious astonishment, Josh again did as asked, struggling only when Tyler touched the actual cut to asses its severity.
Its not deep, Tyler was finally able to announce. Just a scratch, really. No stitches required. While he talked, he bandaged, then he used the cloth to clean Joshs hands, Julies hands and finally her necktender ministrations endured without complaint from child or aunt. Gallantly he kept his gaze above the tips of her breasts, dark shadows under the sheer fabric of her gown. There, all done. Feeling better?
The question was directed to Josh, but Julie answered it. Much, thanks. Youre very good at this. Got any little ones of your own?
No, thank God, Tyler replied, a candid, but thoughtless, reply that earned him a censorious frown from Julie.
At once she placed a noisy kiss on her nephews head and hugged him hardsure indication she valued rug rats much more than Tyler did. She then caught her breath, obviously just realizing that the gown she wore covered everything but hid nothing. Julie raised her gaze to meet Tylers, her face and neck flushed from forehead to cleavage.
Ive got to leave now
Though sorely tempted to argue, Tyler didnt. Instead, he stood back and let her rise. Holding Josh to her chest as beforethis time to hide breasts Tyler had once caressedJulie backed toward the door. Only when she reached it did she spin around, and then just to dash out. She was quick, but not so quick Tyler didnt get a glimpse of skimpy black panties, nearly bare bottom and long, shapely legs.
At once his body responded to the sight. With a groan he fell facedown on the bed, overcome with memories of the taste, smell and feel of her. Was this, then, the power she held over him? Sheer sexual thrill? It was a familiar spell, to be sure. One not experienced since the first time they met, eight years ago, but one well remembered all the same. The difference was their ages. Shed been a child then, a hot-to-trot teenager whose kiss had not revealed her innocence, but set him on fire. How did she kiss now that she was grown up and experienced in the ways of love? Tyler dared not try to imagine. If the kiss of a teen could haunt him for eight years, what would the kiss of a woman do?
Tyler groaned again, softly, but from the heart, then crawled back under the covers. Surprisingly he slept, but his dreams were crazy and eroticthe dreams of a man beguiled.
More bacon?
Yes, please.
Standing just outside the kitchen swing door, Tyler listened to the sounds of a family at breakfast. Several emotions washed over him at once, not the least of which was discomfort that surely resulted from the fact that he was the only child of a single parent. Acutely aware of his past experiences withand subsequent aversion tolarge, noisy families, Tyler actually turned to slip back upstairs when the door swung out and hit him in the backside.
Oomph! he exclaimed as a small boy charged past him.
Come on in, Tyler, called John Newman from the kitchen. Theres plenty to eat and a place to sit now that Tims headed to the den. The Tournament of Roses Parade is on, you know, and he doesnt intend to miss it.
Squaring his shoulders, Tyler pushed through the door into the kitchen filled with family members. Only Kit could not be accounted for. Tyler assumed she was already at work.
John gave him a big smile. Have a seat. Have a seat.
Tyler skirted the table slowly en route to the proffered chair, nodding an awkward greeting to all who ate and stopping at Joshs high chair to lean down and peer at his bandaged chin. It looked great, he thought, an opinion reaffirmed when Julie spoke.
Hes fine today. Thanks again for helping out.
No problem, Tyler murmured as he brushed bread crumbs and bits of egg off the chair just vacated by Tim, then sat.
I want you to know that I dont always do that, Julie said.
Excuse me? All Tyler could think of was her sexy nightgown. Did she mean that she sometimes slept naked? he wondered, body stirring at the thought.
Run to my daddy for help when I get in a tight spot, Julie replied, unaware of the direction his thoughts had taken, but setting him straight all the same. Im a big girl except where the kids are concerned. Then I fall apart at the least sign of trouble.
Tyler squirmed to ease the sudden bind of his jeans and faked a smile. The thought never crossed my mind.
Here, son, said John, passing Tyler a blue china bowl filled with scrambled eggs, cooked to perfection.
My mother has a bowl like this, Tyler murmured for lack of anything else to say. Shes a retired nurse, living in Washington state.
With your dad? John asked.
Tyler shook his head. Alone.
Your dad is dead, then? Apparently John was every bit as nosy as Don had warned.
A deadbeat. One of those guys wholl skip out on a woman without marrying her when she tells him hes going to be a daddy. Tyler noted the looks of sympathy passed between Don and Julie. He also noted that Julie then frowned at her dad in an obvious attempt to shut him up.
It didnt work.
Sorry to hear that, John said, his tone very matter-of-fact. His loss, of course.
Tyler shrugged in reply and set down the bowl, now minus a generous helping of the eggs.
We have sausage and bacon, biscuits and hash browns, too, John then said, clearly oblivious to the tension in the room or the fact that for some reason Tyler had just blurted his deepest, darkest secret. Eat hearty.
Thanks, Tyler murmured, his gaze glued to the table before him. In seconds his plate was filled and, to make further foolish confessions impossible, his mouth.
Tylers illegitimate roots obviously didnt bother John, who appeared bound and determined to discuss them. Your mother never married anyone else, then?
Tyler quickly swallowed. No.
So you have no brothers or sisters?
None.
Then I guess the Newman household is a culture shock for you, huh?
Pretty much, yeah.
Well, dont let that put you off. Big families are a lot of fun, son, and if youre smart, youll find yourself a good, fertile woman real soon and get busy making one of your own.
Da-ad! Julie scolded, her eyes shooting daggers at her tactless parent.
John looked at her in surprise, clearly clueless. Hell be glad he did, honey. Why, where would I be now if it werent for all you kids and grandkids? Alone, thats where. Alone and lonely. He pointed a finger at Tyler. Your father made a poor choice that Im sure he now regrets. Theres no reason for you to make the same one.
No, sir, Tyler murmured, a lie. In truth, there were several, not the least of which was that big families gave him the willies. No, not even for old-age companion-ship would he endure the interference, inconvenience and irritation of them.
Chapter Three (#ulink_1e0dd523-bf87-5da2-879f-defebb20b1fc)
Are you, um, starting the driving lessons this morning? blurted Don in an obvious attempt to change the subject. We have sunshine. We have clear roads.
Tyler exchanged a look with Julie, whose face still glowed pink with embarrassment for her dads pep talkanother reason Tyler was glad he didnt have a houseful of kin to deal with.
If thats okay? she ventured. The sooner we begin, the sooner we finish. I dont want you to have to hang around here instead of the slopes. Ive heard theyre great this year.
This morning is fine, he assured her, adding, As for the slopes, Im on no set schedule this trip, so whenever I get to them is fine.
Tyler quit his job with Sky Flight, Don told his dad, as if Tylers comment about schedules had just reminded him of the fact.
John poured himself a cup of steaming black coffee. That so? Who are you flying for now? He offered the pot to Tyler.
Actually, Im self-employed at the moment. I do some charter work and some crop dusting. Tyler picked up an unused mug so John could fill it.
He also performs with an air show, Don added. Tyler noted that John seemed impressed by the announcement. Julie, however, appeared a bit stunned. Thankfully, talk turned to general topics after that. Tyler, no longer the subject of conversation, thank God, perused everyone at the table, beginning with a blond-haired girl who had to be Sids other stepchild. Petite, obviously shy, she sat to the right of her step-grandfather, John, who smiled down at her every few seconds.
Without a doubt John was the type of person who thrived on the chaos of a large family. Tyler didnt remember the late Mrs. Newman all that well since hed only met her once, but he carried in his mind an impression of warmth and motherly patience. He guessed that her loss was probably the reason John had called his family back home.
To the little girls rightwas her name Celia? No, Carlysat Don, complete with bloodshot eyes and unshaven face. One beer too many? Tyler wondered, instantly excusing the overindulgence. New Years Eve came just once a year. Tyler knew from experience that Don was a health nut who never drank anything stronger than beer and then only on special occasions such as little siss birthday party.
And speaking of little sisshe sat a high chair away from Don, at the end of the table across from her dad and to Tylers left. She looked beautiful this morning, he thought, none the worse for a night of drama.
With her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing a tattered sweatshirt, she could easily have been sixteen almost seventeen, just as she was the day they met. That reminded Tyler of his mission, and noting that shed finished eating, he made short work of cleaning his plate, too.
Carly and I will take care of the kitchen, John said, when Julie stood from the table, moments after Don excused himself and ran off to get ready for his salespeople, and carried her plate to the sink. You get started on those driving lessons.
But
Dont argue. He waved his hands as though to shoo them out. With a shrug, Julie met Tyler at the door, through which they exited.
My jackets in the coat closet. Wheres yours? she asked.
On that hook there. Tyler pointed to a rack near the front door on which hung his leather jacket. Since the closet was nearby, they walked together.
Shall we? Julie murmured after shed donned a denim jacket, inclining her head in the direction of the door that led to the garage. Tyler led the way, opening the door and then stepping back so Julie could pass through it into the garage. Moments later found them peering under the hood of the Corvettea dream car in Tylers opinion.
I just want to learn to clutch and shift this thing, Julie grumbled when Tyler automatically reached for the dip stick. I already know how to check the oil.
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