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Sex And The Sleepwalker
Donna Sterling
Brynn Sutherland has a little problem with sleepwalking - especially when she's under stress. And with the reappearance of her old flame Cade Hunterwell, she's about as stressed as she can get.She keeps waking up beside him! With their history, his bed is the last place she wants to be, regardless of how gorgeous he is. But when he suggests a "cure" to her nocturnal wanderings - revisiting their old make-out spots and resolving their past - how can she resist? Maybe once she's had her way with Cade, he'll stop haunting her nights. Cade has never really gotten over Brynn. So when she climbs into bed with him, he can't turn her away.Problem is, right now he's undercover to protect her from a possible threat and he can't afford to be distracted. Too bad he's preoccupied by their sexy trips down memory lane. One thing he knows for sure - he wants Brynn forever. Looks as if he'll have to prolong their sleepwalking therapy sessions until she admits the same thing!
Cade wondered if he was dreaming
He had to be. No way was Brynn creeping into his bedroom, wearing nothing but a soft, sheer nightgown.
But there she stood, her beautiful face barely visible in the moonlight.
You want me to keep you occupied, Cade? Her sexy whisper shot shivers down his spine.
Before he could gather his wits enough to reply, she sank a knee into the mattress and knelt beside him. Her eyes, oddly shining, seemed to look straight through him. Dont think for a minute that I cant keep you occupied.
He sat up, stunned beyond words. After all this time, was Brynn trying to seduce him?
You dont think Im up to it? Her words teased him as he thought of all the ways she could occupy him.
Lets give it a go, Romeo. And with a suddenness that startled him, she yanked her nightgown over her head.
It was all the invitation he needed.
Dear Reader,
Life is complicated enough without having your subconscious mind play tricks on yousuch as sending you dreams so vivid and lifelike you cant help but rise out of bed to participate. Im talking about sleepwalking. Its been a curse to me for as long as I can remember. Many times Ive woken up in places other than my bed with only jumbled, nonsensical memories of how Id gotten there.
These occasional nighttime adventures inspired me to write Sex and the Sleepwalker. Imagine the complications that could arise when the owner of a bed-and-breakfast inn wanders the halls in her sleepand wakes up in bed with a sexy male guest.
I hope you enjoy Brynns misadventuresand her resulting relationship with a macho U.S. marshal, Cade Hunter. Happy reading, dear readers. And always follow your dreamsbut only when youre awake.
Feel free to e-mail me at donnasterling@mindspring.com. And dont forget to check out www.tryblaze.com.
Sincerely,
Donna Sterling
Sex and the Sleepwalker
Donna Sterling
To my parents, my husband and my conference roommatesfor all the times your sleep was disrupted by my sleepwalking adventures. Feel free to seize the day. Ive got the nights covered.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
1
SHE SPOTTED HIM the moment she stepped onstage.
There he sat in the front row of the crowded auditorium, his muscular arms crossed, his long legs comfortably extended, his mouth slanted in that slight but infuriating smirk she remembered so well from their college days. Cade Hunter. Of all the rotten luck, why did Cade Hunter have to show up at the most important award ceremony of her life?
Its my pleasure to present this award to the incredible, incomparable, one-and-only Ms. Brynn Sutherland, the president of the United States had just announced, a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Brynns softball coach in seventh grade, for running the best bed-and-breakfast in the history of the free world!
The auditorium had exploded with applause and the audience had risen to their feet. It was Brynns shining momentsuccess beyond her wildest imagining. But as she tried to cross the stage to accept the huge gold trophywhich looked exactly like an Oscarshe found herself moving in slow motion, as if she were walking through dense, soupy muck. And it was all his fault. He was the only one not clapping, the only one not standing and smiling in admiration.
She tried not to scowl at him. She was supposed to be smiling and approaching the podium to accept her award, not fuming over Cade Hunters insolent attitude.
Before she managed to tear her gaze away from his rugged but oddly appealing face, she saw his lips move. And though she couldnt hear his voice, she knew what he said. Prude.
Prude! Oh, he knew how to push her buttons! This was an important occasion for her. A business function. A public affirmation of her talent as an innkeepernot to mention great promo for the Three Sisters Bed & Breakfast Inn. Yet Cade Hunter had taken it upon himself to show up, uninvited, just to rehash old arguments.
Balling her hands into fists, Brynn pivoted away from him and resumed her slow motion trek toward the podium. The president, she noticed, had morphed into Candice Bergen, and the trophy now looked like a mermaid from a tuna can label. Brynn didnt mind that too much, though.
She was still too ticked over Cade Hunters gall. Prude, hed called her. Didnt he see that shed changed? Couldnt he tell she was no longer the virginal teenager hed known, but a sultry urban adventuress with more notches on her bedpost than the gals on Sex and the City?
Prick tease, he taunted.
That stopped her dead in her tracks, not three feet from the podium. How dare he? Nine years ago, he might have had grounds to call her such a thingthough he never had, to her knowledge. No, hed never called her anything worse than a prude, which had been bad enough. But now he seemed determined to publicly humiliate her.
And he was succeeding. For some inexplicable reason, another man in the audience repeated the accusation. Prick tease. Then someone else said it.
Soon the entire audience took up a chant: Prick tease. Prick tease. Prick tease.
Thats not fair, Brynn yelled over the commotion. I had good reasons not to go all the way with him. I was only eighteen. I wasnt ready!
The audience didnt listen. Their chanting had grown thunderous. With that cocky gleam in his honey-gold eyes, Cade Hunter uttered, Shes probably frigid, anyway.
Frigid! Me? That was more than any self-respecting urban adventuress could take. Shaking with outrage, Brynn stalked past Candice Bergen to the side of the stage and descended a flight of stairs, glaring all the while at the despicable Cade Hunter. You think Im frigid, Cade? And a prude? A prick tease? Well, lets just see about that, why dont we? With every step she took, she jerked open her silk blouse a bit more, popping off the mother-of-pearl buttons like microwave popcorn. Come on, big boy. She yanked the blouse off her shoulders and reached for the zipper of her designer slacks. You want a piece of me? Lets give it a go, Romeo.
She never saw it coming. Out of nowhere, a long, hard protrusion sprang up and hit her in the jaw, knocking her into a wall. Metal clanged around her. Something damp and limp folded over her face. The lights went out, plunging her into darkness, and pain shot through her body.
It took a momenta long, agonizing moment of stunned bewildermentbefore her eyes adjusted to the dark, her senses fully returned and she recognized where she was.
In the broom closet. More specifically, on the cold tile floor of the broom closet, with a broom handle lying across her throat, a mop hanging in her face, her bare breasts jutting free of her torn pajama top and one bare foot wedged painfully in a metal bucket.
And though she hadnt seen him in nine years and hoped to never see him again, it was all Cade Hunters fault.
STRESS. Simple stress. Thats what had caused her nighttime wandering, Brynn had deduced by the next morning. Football season was beginningher busiest time of year, with alumni flocking back to cheer on the Georgia Bulldogs. Fun, but hectic for local inns, especially for the Three Sisters Bed & Breakfast Inn, a former sorority house that she and two of her sorority sisters had bought and refurbished. Turning a decent profit during football season could make the difference between success and failure. And unlike the previous three years, they were not booked to capacity for the first game. The state of the economy had clearly taken its toll. Brynn had good reason to be stressed.
And it wasnt much of a mystery why Cade Hunter starred in the dream, either. Trish Howell Hightower, her gorgeous blond business partner, had mentioned running into him yesterday at a local caf. He was in town on business, it seemed. The thought of having Cade Hunter anywhere nearby was enough to give Brynn nightmares. Nine years ago, hed broken her heart and, as the saying went, stomped that sucker flat.
Shed gotten over it, of course. She didnt care in the least about Cade Hunter anymore. But unless hed changed greatly, he was a menace to any vulnerable woman who caught his eye. Brynn hated to think of the emotional carnage he could wreak upon their small town. Or, God forbid, on Trish. Newly divorced and on the rebound, shed be ripe for the picking.
Whats wrong, Brynn? Dont tell me youre siding with Trish on the barbecue sauce issue! Lexi Duprees anxious question brought Brynn back to the present. They were sitting in wicker rockers on the columned front porch of the antebellum mansion, taking full advantage of the mild August morning, lounging with virgin Bloody Marysit was too early for mint julepsand discussing the food they would serve during the tailgating parties this weekend.
Barbecue sauce? Brynn repeated, struggling to comprehend what Lexi had been saying.
I thought you loved my barbecue sauce. Guests rave about it. Just because some gourmet guru gave Trish a new recipe doesnt mean we have to stop using mine.
Ohright. I agree. We wont make any changes without a taste test.
A taste test! Lexi crossed her pale, rounded arms and frowned. I thought I was in charge of the foodand I like the sauce weve been using. Why should I change it for Trish? She already messed around with the breakfast buffet, the evening dessert and my weekend schedule. Shes supposed to be a silent partner, remember? Silent.
Yes, but she did put up most of the money. She owns fifty-one percent. We cant ignore her suggestions.
She put up most of the cash, but you and I invested pretty heavily, toowith the agreement that youd manage the inn and Id take care of the food and activities. Trish shouldnt be interfering.
Brynn sensed that Lexis annoyance with Trish was rising to a dangerous level. And she understood why. Trish had a tendency to dominate. They probably should have known when she offered to help finance their venture that she wouldnt be able to stay hands-off forever. Now that shed gotten involved in the day-to-day running of the inn, it was only a matter of time before she drove them both whacko. Lexi seemed near the breaking point already, and Trish had only moved in two weeks ago. Brynn hated conflict between her friends. Or anywhere, for that matter.
Ill talk to her, she promised, not looking forward to the task. It wasnt the first time shed be negotiating peace between her business partners. Although the three of them had been friends since their sorority-house days, business concerns had put a strain on their sisterhood. But, Lex, try to be patient with Trish. She does have good ideas, and she knows whats popular in society circles. If we plan to cater to sorority alumni, we need to know that. Besides, shes going through a hard time, trying to adjust to the single lifestyle and map out a new route for her life.
Yeah, well, Id be happy to tell her which route to take, Lexi mumbled, though the sulky expression in her large dark eyes was softened somewhat. With her hair bleached platinum and cropped in spiky wisps around her cute, plump face, she looked like a baby doll whose tresses had been shorn by some exuberant little girl. The multitude of silver hoops and studs lining her ears, the guitar tattooed on her shoulder and the skimpy half-T she wore showed her for the hip, sexy musician she really wasa persona that had fully emerged only in the last couple of years.
Trish, a classical purist in both music and fashion, disapproved of Lexis tattoo and platinum bleach job. If Lex had tried either of those innovations during their sorority days, she would have caught hell; Trish had been the queen bee at the sorority house, too.
Brynn, on the other hand, thought the changes in Lexi were refreshing. The image fit Lexis character perfectly. In a way, Brynn envied her for her metamorphosis. Back in college, she and Lexi had been the quiet brunettes in a sorority full of vivacious blondes and redheads. Brynn had always suspected that she and Lex had been recruited for their grade point averages.
Hey, Lexi said in a tone of realization, with her fifty-one percent ownership, Trish can fire me, cant she?
I suppose, but shed never do that. Shes a pain in the butt at times, but Trish loves you, Lex. We started this business together, and well make a success of it together.
Looking troubled, Lexi shrugged and turned her attention to the menus she had planned for their weekend guests.
Just as the discussion was coming to a close, a sporty red Porsche jetted into the circular drive and squealed to a halt at the bottom of the garden steps. Trish popped out.
Morning, yall, she called, ascending the stairs in a short tennis dress, her blond hair cut in a classic chin-length bob, swaying. Tall and slender with wide blue eyes, a Mediterranean-acquired tan and the easy poise of those born to great wealth, Trish looked exactly like the coed shed once been. Lexi, have you mixed up a batch of that barbecue sauce yet? Cant wait for you to try it. Its all the rage in Manhattan. I begged the chef of Club Noir for the recipe.
Despite the lighthearted tone of Trishs cultured Southern voice, Lexi visibly bristled, and Brynn hurriedly answered for her. Weve been too busy with our planning session for Lexi to do much of anything in the kitchen yet. Why dont you grab a virgin Mary from the pitcher in the fridge and come join us?
Cant. Have to shower, then hurry downtown for a lunch date at eleven. The look in Trishs eyes made it clear that she wasnt exactly thrilled by the date. She hadnt had much luck with dating over the past year. But Ill be back by two to man the front desk.
I dont have you scheduled for desk duty, Brynn said. She knew Trish was focusing a lot on the business to avoid thinking about her personal life.
Thought Id give you a break. Let you prepare for the weekend rush. She shifted toward the door, then paused. By the way, Brynniewas there some kind of problem last night?
Problem?
At breakfast, Mrs. Hornsby mentioned she heard a ruckus coming from your suite. Yelling, thudding and clanging, she said. I didnt hear a thing, but then my room is at the other end of the inn. Was there something going on?
Both Trish and Lexi gazed at her in curiosity, and Brynn felt her color rise. Must have been my television. Guilt pricked her for having disturbed a guest, and even more so for lying about it. But she didnt want anyone to know about her sleepwalking episode. Especially not Trish. God knows what shed make of it. Brynn herself considered it not far from a psychotic breakdown.
Trish raised her fair brows. You were watching television at three in the morning? Youre usually conked out by eleven.
I fell asleep with it on.
Oh. Im glad there wasnt a problem. But, um, maybe you should try to keep the volume down, hmm? With a parting smile, Trish continued on her way into the inn.
Brynn drew in a breath and tried not to react negatively to the sweetly spoken rebuke. Trish had every right to expect the manager of her inn to refrain from waking the guests at three in the morning.
So, what really happened?
Brynn slanted Lexi a glance. You think Im lying?
Like a rug. Id recognize that guilty blush anywhere. Something went on last night.
Nothing. It was nothing. Really.
Lexis eagle-eyed gaze lighted on Brynns swollen, purplish toes, visible in her strappy sandal. Then what happened to your foot? I dont remember seeing that bruise yesterday.
I stubbed my toes, thats all. She had to think of a way to change the subject. While I was rushing to answer the phone. It was my brother. They havent caught that abductor yetyou know, the case John has been investigatingand he called to warn me again about taking in suspicious strangers. Now how, I ask you, can we not take in strangers when we run a bed-and-breakfast? Having a cop in the family is enough to make anyone paranoid.
Dont try to change the subject. Who was yelling and banging things around last night, and how did you get hurt? Tell the truth. When Brynn didnt answer, Lexi leaned closer and whispered with concern, Did Antoine lose his temper about something?
Antoine! If Brynn hadnt been so surprised, she wouldve laughed. Of course not. Ive never seen Antoine lose his temper. Hes a sweetheart. Besides, hes too urbane, too polished, to resort to violence.
Urbane and polished dont have anything to do with a mans violent tendencies. And theres something youre not telling me. Studying her with an intensity that increased Brynns tension, Lexis eyes suddenly widened. Were you and Antoine doing somethingyou knowkinky? Some kind of love play that got out of hand? Ive heard that French lovers can be highly creative.
Brynn laughed out loud at that. Not even close. Lexi would be so disappointed if she knew the truth about Antoine and her.
She wasnt about to let that cat out of the bag. Lexi had been thrilled when Brynn started dating handsome, charming, artistic Antoine. Lexi had been certain Brynn had finally found a red-hot lover. Until then, shed been involved in a series of long-term relationships with scholarly types more inclined toward philosophical stimulation than physical. Brynn guessed she just felt secure with that kind of guy. Secure, but sexually bored and frustrated. Lexi had recognized the problem and persuaded her to go for the gusto. Trish helped by introducing her to Antoine, her cousin who had recently moved to Georgia from France. Hed taken a flattering interest in Brynn, and theyd been dating ever since.
It wasnt Antoines fault that the boredom hadnt left her. She was the problem. She found herself thinking too much during intimate times. Analyzing every move.
Not that shed always been that way. Far from it. Thered been a time in her life when a mans touch had set her ablaze. But she refused to think about that man. It was bad enough shed dreamed about him.
Maybe shed just grown too cerebral to experience sexual bliss. After five weeks of dating her, Antoine had probably realized as much. Hence all those recent business trips.
Had she really thought of herself as an urban adventuress in her dream last night, with more notches on her bedpost than the gals on Sex and the City? She nearly snorted at the thought. In real life, her notches were few and far between.
But not nonexistent. Shed had pleasurable affairs. She was far from frigid, as Cade Hunter had claimed last night. Dream or no dream, that accusation still smarted.
If Antoine laid a hand on you in anger, Lexi said, Ill stomp his butt. I dont hold with violence.
Brynn resisted the urge to point out the irony in those two statements, or to laugh at the image of petite Lexi stomping a big guy like Antoine. He didnt do anything, I swear. He wasnt even here last night. He left town after dinner for another business trip.
Seeing the doubt on Lexis face, Brynn realized she had to come clean about what had really happened, or Antoine would be labeled a woman-beater. But how she hated to confess! Her sleepwalking was sure to make Lexi and Trish worry, considering Brynns role as resident manager of the inn. Roaming about in a zombielike state couldnt be good for business.
If you must know, I caused the ruckus myself last night, Brynn admitted. I was dreaming.
Lexi frowned, perplexed. What does dreaming have to do with She broke off as understanding dawned. Oh, no. You havent started sleepwalking again, have you?
Brynn assumed she was remembering the night in the sorority house when Lexi had woken to find her wandering around their bedroom, carrying on about Daytona Beach and a Pontiac Firebird. Thank goodness her roommate hadnt paid much attention to what shed been saying. The near miss of having her deepest, darkest secret exposed had shaken Brynn so much that shed spent months taking herbs, sleeping aids, meditation therapy and biofeedback sessions to stop her from walking or blabbing in her sleep. Brynn believed it had been pure determination that had eventually broken the habit.
Last night was the first time Ive walked in my sleep since college, Brynn said, hoping to reassure Lexi with that fact. I guess the onset of football season was just too much for me to take, um, lying down.
So what did you do?
Rammed into a wall. Woke up in a closet. She didnt mention that it had been the basement broom closet. Lexi didnt need to know shed actually left her bedroom suite.
Thats pitiful. Lexi shook her spiky platinum head in grim reflection. Ill bet I know why this happened. Youre keeping too much bottled up inside. Youre still sexually repressed.
Brynn stared at her in astonishment. How had she arrived at that conclusion? For all Lexi knew, her sex life was hotter than ever with Antoine.
Oh, dont look so surprised. I know you, Brynn Sutherland. If you were getting any decent action, youd be giddy with relief, after all those years of pressure building up. Believe me, I have personal experience with this phenomenon. She slumped back in her chair and sighed. I had such high hopes for you and Antoine.
Brynn rested her head against the back of the rocker. Its not his fault. Its mine.
You just havent found the right guy.
Hating to get her started again on a campaign to find her a red-hot lover, Brynn steered the conversation back to its original track. I doubt that my sex life has anything to do with the sleepwalking, anyway. Its stress related.
Youve been stressed more than this plenty of times, but I havent heard about your sleepwalking until now. What was your dream about?
The question caught Brynn off guard. Nothing. Nobody. That is, nobody I know. She felt unreasonably shaken by the inquiry. I mean, I might have known them, butuh Impromptu lying had never been her strong suit.
That intent look came over Lexis face again, and Brynn nearly groaned. Her friend would hound her until she confessed. With Lexis truth-seeking, mind-probing talents, it was a wonder Brynn was able to keep any secrets from her at all.
She did, though. The important one. The one about Daytona Beach and the Firebird.
I dont see how this is pertinent, Brynn said, caving under the pressure, but the only person I recognized in the dream other than Candice Bergen was Cade Hunter.
Cade Hunter. Lexi contemplated the information, then broke into a small, self-congratulatory smile. So I was right. The sleepwalking does have to do with your sex life.
It does not! Its just that Trish mentioned running into him yesterday.
Cade Hunter was the last guy you really went crazy over.
I didnt go crazy over him.
You know you did. Half the girls in our sorority house did, and he wasnt even a frat boy. That man was one well-built, good-looking hunk of masculinity.
Not good-looking, really. Appealing, you could say.
You could say a whole lot more than that! Hes a manly man. And more to the point, hes an old flame of yours, which means that time has probably glorified him in your mind.
Glorified him? Cade? Youve got to be kidding.
Everyone knows that old flames burn hotter in a womans memory than they ever did in real life.
Brynn considered the statement and wondered if it was true. As much as she despised him for his heartless behavior, she couldnt deny that her memories of Cade Hunter sparked more sensuous heat in her than any of her later relationships. He and she hadnt made love per se, but their make-out sessions had always stirred an intense longing. Had the passage of time exaggerated that longing, until no flesh-and-blood man could ever compete? It was a startling thought.
A woman in your unfulfilled state, dreaming about an old flame as hot as Cade Hunter Lexi shook her head, pondering the situation. No wonder you got so worked up.
I wasnt worked up over Cade! At least, not in a sexual way. I was angry because he was insulting me.
Insulting you how?
Telltale warmth crept into her face again. She didnt want to say hed been calling her a prick tease. That would lead Lexi to analyze the underlying reason shed dreamed such thingsand Brynn didnt want to talk about how she and Cade had broken off their relationship all those years ago. Make love to me, Brynn, or were through.
She still had a hard time even thinking about his ultimatum, let alone discussing it. Shed been falling in love with himdeeply, desperatelywhile Cade had clearly wanted her only for sex. Hurt, angry and humiliated, shed broken up with him. Hed lost no time finding someone else. A sorority sister of hers, no less, who soon turned up pregnant.
That had been years ago. Brynn now viewed the entire episode as a lesson learned. Shed fully recuperated from the devastation, of course, and was much wiser to the ways of unscrupulous heartbreakers like Cade Hunter.
But she didnt want to talk about it, now or ever.
I dont remember exactly how he was insulting me, she said, avoiding Lexis probing gaze.
Uh-huh. Clearly she knew Brynn was withholding information. Fortunately, Lexi didnt press the issue.
Brynn couldnt have been more relieved. Because even though she had been angry with Cade in the dream, shed also ripped open her pajama top in the throes of an erotic challenge. Maybe her sexual stagnation was affecting her more than shed thought.
Take my advice, girlfriend, Lexi said. Go find a man youre really hot for and let loose with that pent-up energy. Otherwise, who knows whatll become of you?
Words of wisdom, no doubt. But Brynn wasnt someone who could easily let loose. Except, of course, in her dreams.
WEVE GOT OUR IN, Cade Hunter murmured into his cell phone as he drove through the old, tree-shaded neighborhood surrounding the Three Sisters Bed & Breakfast Inn. Hed found it necessary to refamiliarize himself with the lay of the land. It had been too many years since hed lived nearby to remember all the details. I followed Trish to a caf yesterday. Made contact. She invited me to stay at the inn. Im on my way.
His associate murmured his approval, and Cade disconnected the call. If this encounter with Trish hadnt produced an invitation, hed had another ruse ready to justify his visit. This would be better, though. Trish had invited him, an old college chum, and hed accepted. No suspicions would be raised about his motive for being there.
And that was important.
Pocketing the cell phone, Cade turned his open-topped sports-utility vehicle toward the inn. Trish had mentioned shed be manning the registration desk this afternoon while Lexi and Brynn worked on preparations for the weekends activities. He couldnt have asked for a luckier break.
Because if Brynn were working the front desk, he had no doubt shed whip out the No Vacancy sign and swear the inn was full. Shed always been good at turning him away.
But he was here to do an important job, and he wouldnt let Miss Brynn Sexy-As-Sin Hold-But-Dont-Have Sutherland stop him. Nor would he let himself obsess over her again. Shed probably changed quite a bit over the years, anyway. With any luck, he would hardly recognize her.
Not that he was worried about seeing her again. The last nine years had taught him a lot. Made him stronger and smarter, especially when it came to women. Friends called him jaded. He preferred to think of himself as enlightened.
Turning his SUV into the shady, asphalt driveway of the antebellum mansion that had once been Brynns sorority house, Cade forced his grip to loosen from the wheel and the muscles of his body to unclench.
Shed demanded self-control from him, all those years ago. Since then, he had mastered the art. No matter what she did or said, how she lookedor smelled, smiled, soundedthere was no way in hell he would let her get to him.
2
OKAY, SO SHE WASNT an urban adventuress, or gloriously liberated like Lexi, or in the know about cosmopolitan social trends, like Trish. And if either of them knew about her personal history, chances were they never would have allowed her into their social circle in the first place, which, in a way, made Brynn feel like a fraud.
But there was one area in which she felt entirely comfortable, and that was welcoming guests. She loved meeting new people, greeting those shed entertained before, and hearing about their lives, travels and interests. Every new arrival filled her with anticipation, as if she were embarking on a new adventure. And every person who became a friend made her feel that much richer. She considered the most important part of her job to be making her guests feel comfortable. At home. Sincerely welcome.
With this in mind, Brynn allowed Trish to work the registration desk while she herself played hostess to the new arrivals in the parlor, offering them high teaor happy hour, as some preferred to call it, although the guests had to provide their own happy libations to go with the soft drinks, tea and coffee served there.
As Brynn and Lexi set trays of pastries, cheese and veggies on the antique sideboard for their Thursday afternoon guests, a thunderous roar came from the entryway.
GO DAWGS! Sic em! Rrrf, rrrf, rrrf
In any other part of the country, the sound of men barking, growling and howling might have raised an alarm. But in Athens, Georgia, home of the University of Georgia Bulldogs, the commotion merely drew smiles from a few of the guests in the parlor. Brynn and Lexi went a little further and answered the barking with howls of their own.
Hey, guys, I do believe weve found some Easy DZs, remarked Smitty, the biggest and loudest of the four beer-bellied, middle-aged newcomers. The group had quit barking to pause at the wide, arched doorway of the parlor and leer playfully at Brynn and Lexi.
I beg your pardon? Brynn asked in mock affront at the age-old slur to her sorority. These guys were some of her favorite regulars who stayed at the inn every year for the football season opener. Did you say Easy DZs? Thats Easy Delta Zetas to you.
Leave it to those Kappa Alpha boys to get it wrong, Lexi added, which prompted the men to break into a bawdy song about their beloved fraternity.
Go put your paw prints on a registration form at the desk, you crazy dawgs, you, Brynn called out over their singing while she poured coffee for three young, pretty recent graduates. As former beauty queensMiss Athens, Miss Clarke County and Miss Georgiathe girls were slated to participate in opening-day celebrations on campus. They seemed to be saving their smiles for the occasion; they looked bored at the moment and annoyed by the commotion.
Brynn moved away to fill cups for the more congenial guests. She would have to find a way to draw these young women into the fun-loving spirit of the weekend.
Before she could make an effort to change the girls spoilsport attitudes, her radio beeper went off, and Trish asked if shed take a look at a faulty air conditioner. Brynn hurried upstairs to handle the problem. August in Georgia definitely required air-conditioning.
Forty minutes later, after nearly dismantling the wall unit, Brynn called a repairman. It was at times like these that she truly appreciated Trishs help. At least she knew the front desk was being run properly while problems kept her elsewhere. She hated missing high tea, though, especially when her Kappa Alpha guys would be trooping in therewith a twelve-pack of beer, probablyand unwittingly annoying the beauty queens. Hopefully Lexi would keep things amiable, regardless of what tactics the guys might use to get the attention of the three young ladies.
Hoping for the best, but fearing the worst, Brynn finally made her way downstairs. If things hadnt gone well between the Kappa Alphas and the beauty queens, high tea may have ended prematurely, which wouldnt bode well for the weekend. A congenial atmosphere was vital during football season, when people wanted the freedom to make fools of themselves and have others appreciate them for it. Brynn had to do her utmost to promote a fun-loving spirit among her guests.
Armed with that resolve, she marched toward the parlor, passing Trish, who was deeply involved in a phone conversation at the reception desk. A glance toward the kitchen showed Lexi retreating with an armful of empty snack trays.
Assuming that the tea had ended early, Brynn was surprised as she drew closer to the parlor to hear lively voices and peals of laughter, both masculine and feminine. Mystified, she paused at the parlor entrance and gaped. The guests were clustered around a tablethe Kappa Alpha men, the beauty queens, a married couple who were both retired professors, and big, gruff old Mrs. Hornsby, all watching some central action.
Only when Brynn crept closer did she realize that an arm-wrestling match was taking place. Smitty, the Kappa Alphas earlier spokesman, was involved in the match, his beefy face red with exertion, his brawny arm raised and quivering under the strain, his hand clasped in a death grip with a darker, leaner hand.
Brynn then caught sight of the other contestants face. And the breath left her body. God help herit was Cade Hunter!
Why was he here? Had he come to see her? She couldnt imagine why he would. They hadnt parted on friendly terms. And if hed come for a social visit, why was he involving himself with her guests?
The beauty queens looked pleased at his presence; they were clustered around him in seductive poses, their gazes glued to his lean, strong-jawed face. The men, all caught up in the macho contest, cheered their fellow Kappa Alpha on, and even the older guests watched with interest. Cades attention was trained solely on his opponent.
Brynn couldnt help but take the opportunity to study the man who had broken her heart nine years agothe last man shed been crazy about. His shoulders looked broader now, his chest and arms more powerful, but that might have been because of the muscles flexing with exertion. His jet-black hair was as thick and wavy as ever, but cropped shorter than it had been then. Subtle strands of silver now gleamed near his temples. Surprising, considering he was only thirty. His skin, a dark, natural bronze, looked more weathered, giving his already rugged face a craggier look than she remembered. But his eyes, the amber color of sunlit honey, glinted with the same look of wry amusement and quiet intelligence that had first attracted her to him.
He had no business being here! This get-together was for guests only, not the general public. She had to set him straight on that matter.
Unless, of course, he was a friend of the Kappa Alphas, just dropping in for a visit. She couldnt chase off a friend of her guests. But her Kappa Alpha men were at least ten years older than Cade; he wouldnt have attended UGA at the same time they had. And Cade hadnt been in a fraternity. Hed belonged to a different kind of brotherhoodthe criminal-justice majors, who hung out together at the gym, pumping iron, or at the firing range, honing their aim in hopes of entering the police academy or FBI. Her brother had been one of his crowd. Brynns sorority sisters had referred to them as cop wannabes. Because they werent in a fraternity, they were generally considered beneath the notice of the Delta Zetas. At the same time, most red-blooded women couldnt help but admire the rock-hard physiques and protective attitudes of those criminal-justice boys.
Cade had never lacked for female admirers.
Which brought up another possibilitythat hed come to visit one of the beauty queens. But they were recent graduates, and Cade hadnt been in Athens for nine years, as far as Brynn knew.
Before she had time to reflect on other possibilities, Cade pinned his opponents arm to the table. Cheers erupted from the beauty queens, who congratulated him as if hed made the winning touchdown at a championship game. His defeated opponent flushed, laughed and mumbled something about tennis elbow.
My turn to take him on, another Kappa Alpha announced, nudging his frat brother out of the chair. And this time, use your right arm, buddy. Ill put you down, anyway.
Brynn realized that Cade had been using his non-dominant arm, probably as a handicap against the age difference. Interesting. In arm-wrestling, he actually had scruples.
But he had no business being at her high tea.
It was time to assert her authority. Excuse me. She shouldered her way through the Kappa Alphas, who were hunkering around the table for the next match, while the girls fluttered and cooed around Cade, expressing their faith in his endurance. I hate to interrupt the action, but
Cades attention swung to her then. Her breath halted. Her stomach dropped. Shed forgotten how powerful his gaze could be. She felt as if hed physically grabbed her and lifted her high into the air. She actually experienced the heady rush of vertigo.
Coming to her senses, she shook it off, and reminded herself who he was and what hed done. It had been years since shed confronted him in anything but her fantasies. Oh, how shed torn into him then! And how she longed to do that now. She couldnt, of course. She had to think of her guests, and the harmonious spirit she intended to promote.
Restraining herself, she said in an admirably civilized tone, Im afraid this function is for registered guests of the inn only.
Cade confused the issue immediately by smiling at her as if he were mildly pleased to see her. Only mildly, mind you. But that was enough to distract her, to kick her pulse into high gear. Hello, there. You remember me, dont you? From UGA. Cade Hunter. He extended a hand to hera smooth, practiced move that she automatically responded to. His grip was firm, warm and dryand the fit of his palm against hers was utterly perfect. Immediately intimate. Frighteningly familiar. YoureBrenda, right?
Brenda. Brenda!
Brynn pulled her hand back from his and stared at him. Hed forgotten her name. All these years, shed been harboring fantasies of whittling him down to size with her sharp wit and icy demeanor, while he hadnt given her a thought.
Brynn, corrected Mrs. Hornsby in her gruff, cantankerous voice from somewhere behind her. Her names Brynn.
Brynn, Cade repeated. Thats right. Sorry. Im terrible with names. Howve you been?
Delusional, it seemed. Shed been sure he would never forget her. How dared he forget her? This gathering is for registered guests only, MrHunt, did you say?
Hunter. His smile didnt waver as he reached into the pocket of his tight jeans, pulled out a room key and held it up for her inspection. And I am a registered guest.
Stunned for the second time in mere moments, Brynn stared at his room key in horror. Registered! Hed registered as a guest? He would be staying here, under her roof? And in the Dogwood Room, according to his key. Two doors down from her suite. No!
For the whole weekend? She forgot to even try hiding her dismay.
Not the weekend. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief that hed only be here for the night, he added, Ill be staying a couple of weeks. Maybe three, depending on my schedule.
Brynn couldnt have been more appalled.
Lets go, big guy, urged the Alpha Kappa sitting across the table from him, sliding his raised arm toward Cade in challenge.
Through a nightmarish haze, Brynn watched Cade plant his elbow next to the challengers, grip his hand and engage in another battle, while the other guests moved closer and cheered them on. The air virtually hummed with testosterone.
Brynn backed away from the action, struggling to come to grips with the reality of the situation. How had this happened? How could Cade Hunter be a registered guest at her innfor two or three weeks, yet?
It had to have been Trish. The moment Brynn had turned her back, Trish had allowed riffraff of the worst kind to register at their inn. Not that Trish could have known how Brynn felt about this particular specimen of riffraff. Brynn had had her pride back in college and hadnt carried on about her feelings, bad or otherwise, for Cade Hunter. They were merely two people who had once dated, fought and gone their separate ways, as far as any of her friends would remember.
And not even that, as far as Cade remembered. Brenda, hed called her. Why should that sting as much as it did?
The remainder of high tea passed in something of a blur for Brynn. Lexi, whose shift had ended after shed set out the snacks, had left for the day, hurrying to get ready for a hot date with her guitarist boyfriend, and Trish remained occupied at the registration desk. Cade continued to win arm-wrestling contests until the last match, when a Kappa Alpha finally beat him.
He then challenged the winner to a double-or-nothing competition that involved balancing stacks of beer-bottle caps on their noses. Every one of the Kappa Alphas joined in, and the beauty queens found the mens antics delightfully amusing.
Double or nothing, did you say? Brynn cried, unable to refrain from pouncing on this transgression. She arched her brows at Cade and said in her most quelling voice, I hope youre not gambling in my establishment.
Immediately the merry chatter and comical action ceased. Smiles wilted. Bottle caps fell off of noses. All eyes turned her way. All faces took on varying degrees of surprise, dismay and contrition.
So much for promoting a happy, tolerant environment.
Cade settled back in his chair and regarded her with the expectant air of a bystander watching a spectacle. Brynn wished she could retract her hasty rebuke, but didnt know how.
Quietly, apologetically, Smitty broke the silence. Aww, Brynn, were not playing for money. Only for beers. You know, like we always do.
Only then did she realize the full extent of her mistake. Of course they always wagered for beers, usually regarding football. Shed never complained about their betting before.
Forcing a smile despite the heat blazing in her face, she said, II meant to saysurely youre not gambling in my establishmentum, without letting me in on the action.
Smiles returned to her guests faces. Smitty hurried to accept her bet, and bottle caps were promptly realigned on the Kappa Alphas noses.
Tongue clearly tucked in his cheek, Cade met her gaze. His tawny eyes brimmed with silent laughter. She swore he knew perfectly well what had driven her to that outburst. He had. But how could he realize that unless he remembered their past relationship? The suspicion that he was playing some kind of secret game with her flooded Brynn with an oddly energizing heat.
Theyd played many secret games together, once upon a time.
The heat took on a sensual burn, and she pivoted away from him, feeling shaken. This would never do! How could she bear to have Cade Hunter here for two or three weeks?
Teatime lasted forever. Though she tried to focus her attention on the refreshments and the needs of her other guests, she found herself preoccupied with her awareness of Cade, an awareness shed rather die than show. By the time the guests went their separate ways for the evening, her face ached from forcing a smile.
On their way out, the Kappa Alphas and the beauty queens told Cade they hoped to see him around the inn that weekend. As usual, hed been a big hit.
It was enough to turn Brynns stomach.
Most disturbing of all, though, was when Trish ran into Cade on his way out of the parlor. For the first time since her divorce from her cheating ex, a sparkle leaped in her bright blue eyes. With flushed animation, she talked to him, flirted with him and insisted that he have dinner with her to catch upalthough theyd never been close friends.
Brynn, youll come too, wont you? she asked as an afterthought, probably because they were the only three people left in the entryway.
Brynn actually considered going, just to prevent Trish from being alone with the big bad wolf. The thought of Cade and Trish as a couple, even for the briefest time, was too horrible to tolerate. But if they were intent on pursuing a relationship, she couldnt imagine anything worse than being with them as a third wheel. No, you go ahead. Ive had a busy day.
So have I, Cade said, surprising her. And I have a lot of work to catch up on, he added, surprising her even more. Brynn wondered what kind of work he did. Think Ill turn in early, too, he said.
The crestfallen look on Trishs face made Brynn want to shake her.
But let me take a rain check on those dinner plans, huh, Trish? Cades smile was as rich, warm and powerful as cognac.
Trish visibly brightened and assured him he could. Brynn gritted her teeth. Of all the guys her friend could have gotten interested in, why Cade? Shed be going from one lowlife to another.
If you two are turning in early, Trish said, Im going over to the campus to help decorate for the festivities tomorrow. With a wink at Cade, she made her exit.
Which left Brynn very much alone with him. Her tension shifted into higher gear as they stood watching the door close behind Trish. Brynn braced herself for whatever he might say or do.
But with nothing more than a courteous nod, he turned and strode to the stairway.
Again hed surprised her. And not in a good way. She felt curiously deflated. Robbed, even. He apparently thought he could slink off to his room without a face-to-face confrontation with her.
She allowed him that delusion as she followed him silently up the stairs to the second floor. All the way to his door, actually. It wasnt until he pushed his key into the lock that Brynn halted beside him.
He glanced at her in surprise.
She scowled. You might not remember much about me, Cal, she said in a furious undertone, deliberately getting his name wrong, but I remember plenty about you. Trish is my friend. Shes been through a tough time lately, and she doesnt need a wolf like you ready to pounce on her. Stay away from her.
One corner of his mouth tipped up, and he leaned a broad shoulder against the doorjamb. So, youre worried about your friend, are you? His gaze played over her face with gathering intensity. Then maybe youd better keep me occupied.
A dark thrill shot into her stomach. A spear of sensual heat, the kind she hadnt felt for years. Nine years. The realization alarmed her. Dont play your mind games here. With anyone. Or I promise you, I will be your worst nightmare.
With that passionate threat, she whipped around, stalked to her room and shut the door behind her, her knees deplorably weak, her blood humming in her ears. She had no idea how she would ever carry out that threat, but she meant it. Something about Cade Hunter never failed to incite her to passion, one way or another.
Maybe youd better keep me occupied. Why should that hoarsely uttered suggestion have given her such a thrill? He had to know she wanted nothing to do with him. He was only taunting her. Laughing at her, no doubt.
How she wished that just once she could turn the tables on him. Slay him with a single gaze. Wipe that cockiness off his face. Bring him to his knees.
But that highly satisfying image soon elicited memories. Vivid, hot, sensually arousing memories. Not appropriate for this situation. The last thing she wanted was any kind of sexual relationship with him.
Of course she didnt. He infuriated her, that was all.
She only hoped she could calm down enough to sleep.
HE WAS HAVING TROUBLE sleeping. He wasnt sure why.
It wasnt because of his work. He had all the precautions in place, and things were proceeding as planned. It wasnt because of jet lag, either. Hed been in Georgia for two days, long enough for him to adjust from Colorado time. There was no good reason for him to lie here staring at the ceiling.
Hell, Hunter, this undercover work has got you lying to yourself. He knew damn well why he couldnt sleep: because of Brynn. Hed been so determined to take their reunion in stride, to treat her with the same casual lightness he treated everyone else. Yet here he was, reliving every moment hed spent in her presence.
Hed been a little stunned when hed seen her today.
Nine years ago, shed been a soft-spoken, dark-haired beauty with natural warmth and kindness shining from her hazel eyes and heart-shaped face. Hed first seen her at a UGA football game, and he hadnt been able to look away. Shed been there with his buddy John from crim law classa good friend, although they hadnt known each other long. Cade had felt a sinking in his chest, a heaviness in his gut, because hed known, after one long look at Brynn, that he would do everything in his power to take her away from John. There was just something about her that struck him as so damn beautiful. So damn unique. He traded seats with the guy behind them, and was more than a little relieved when John introduced Brynn as his sister. Then he heard her voice. Talked with her. Laughed with her. And the certainty grew. She had to be his.
That had been nine years ago, when he was twenty-one. Hed done a lot of hard, fast living since then, had more than his share of beautiful women. When hed checked into the inn today, hed expected to see her with new eyes. Jaded eyes, as his friends might say. Hed also expected her to have changed in some fairly major ways.
But then hed looked up from his arm-wrestling match and felt a sudden clutch in his gut. A sinking in his chest. A heaviness in his stomach. Because she was so damn beautiful. That same unique, angelic beauty still radiated from her. Still took his breath away.
And that had surprised the hell out of him. In his experience, life had a way of hardening people. Changing them from the inside out. After all hed seen and heard in the course of his work, he doubted that the kid hed once been even existed in his body anymore.
But Brynn hadnt seemed to have changed in any major way. Her long dark hair was styled differentlyin some fancy braidand her slender figure had filled out into rounder curves. She now wore an air of authority with surprising ease. But the sweetness still glowed from her face and eyes, even when she was trying her damnedest to drive him away.
Maybe that was why he hadnt been able to resist testing her, prodding her, to see how shed react. Maybe youd better keep me occupied, hed told her.
And that, he realized, was the real reason he couldnt sleep. He was angry with himself. Hed started out so well, pretending not even to remember her name. His time here would pass much easier if he could avoid any meaningful personal contact with her. Hed almost made it to his room with his mask firmly in place. But then hed taken the bait and allowed her to lure him out of his impersonal mode.
Hed gazed into her eyes, up close and personal, and breathed in her scent. And lost a little bit of his mind.
The old heated awareness had flooded her face, and so had that look of alarm. Which meant nothing had changed. She was still running from him. He still couldnt have her.
That was another reason he couldnt sleep. He was angry with herbecause she still jumped to the wrong conclusions about him. Assumed the very worst about his character. Trish doesnt need a wolf like you ready to pounce on her, shed said.
Wasnt that the story of his life, though? Hadnt all the people hed loved believed the very worst about his actions, his motives? His mother had given up custody of him when he was seven because hed been a handfuland he hadnt even known hed been misbehaving. To this day, his father and stepmother considered him bad news, and their son and daughter naturally excluded him from family gatherings.
Cade should have learned by now. When it came to the important people in his life, he didnt have whatever it took to be trusted, or even given the benefit of the doubt. Hed thought hed learned to live with that.
In a way, he was glad his annoyance with Brynn had rescued him this evening. Otherwise, he might have started wanting her again. And that would be pure hell. Hed spent weeks, months, maybe years, reliving the long, hot hours theyd spent kissing, necking, petting. She hadnt let him make love to her. Not all the way. But hed known how to make her hot, and how to make her come. And hed relished the power, the heatand had wanted, needed, so much more.
It had become a constant craving. The scent of her, the feel, the tasteall made him believe that she had been made for him. Hed wanted to drive himself deep into her body. To fill her entirely. To possess her completely.
It hadnt happened.
Make love to me, Brynn, or were through. Theyd been words of desperation. Stupid, foolish, asinine. His ultimatum had only alienated her. Hed then compounded the mistake by trying to make her jealous.
But he wouldnt think about any of that now. Those desperate, churning emotions were long dead and buried, and he was damn glad of it. He never wanted to want her again.
Punching the old-fashioned down pillow into shape, he glanced at the bedside clock: 2:00 a.m. He laid his head back down and shut his eyes, determined to sleep. He had a serious job to do here, and needed his rest.
No sooner had he begun to drift off, though, than he heard a faint jingling, like the rattle of keys. And a click. Then another noise. Half-asleep as he was, he vaguely recognized it as the squeak of a door opening. But, of course, he must be dreaming.
Or maybe not. His eyes flew open just in time to see a figure gliding toward him in the dark. His instincts kicked in, and he reached for the gun beside the bed, his mind instantly alert, his body poised for attack.
But then his eyes adjusted to the dark, and the shadowy figure materialized into a woman. A woman with long, free-flowing dark hair, wearing a soft, sheer nightgown.
Brynn.
3
HE WONDERED IF HE WAS dreaming. He had to be. No way in hell was Brynn Sutherland creeping into his bedroom in the middle of the night. But there she stood, right beside his bed, her beautiful, wide-eyed face faintly visible in the moonlight seeping between the drawn curtains.
You want me to keep you occupied, Cade? The fierce whisper sprang at him, like a cat, from the darkness.
Before he could gather his wits enough to reply, she sank a knee into the mattress, levered herself up and knelt beside him on the bed, her long hair billowing in sleep-mussed tangles around her. Her eyes, oddly shining, seemed to look straight through him. Dont think for a minute that I cant keep you occupied.
He sat up in bed, stunned beyond words.
Oh, you dont think Im up to it? she cried. You think Im a prude, a tease? You think Im a dud in bed?
No! God, no.
Im anything but a dud, oror frigid.
Frigid? I never said
Lets give it a go, Romeo. And with a suddenness that startled him, she yanked her gown over her head, struggled briefly to free her arms, then flung the garment aside. The effort threw her off balance. She swayed.
He grabbed her, pulled her to him. And his breath left him in a whoosh of sudden sensation. Her bare, jutting breasts, firm and full and impossibly soft, pressed against his chest, and a lavish abundance of cool, fragrant hair spilled over him. And her scentahh, her scent. Hed almost forgotten.
Brynn, he breathed, holding her tightly to him. She felt incredibly good. Incredibly right.
He fell back against the pillows with her, feeling as if hed fallen into a fantasy. A purr hummed in her throata long, low moan of approvaland her breath steamed against his shoulder. His temperature spiked. His body hardened in arousal.
Sweeping his hand down her back, he relished the softness and warmth of her skin. It had been so long since hed touched her. She wore panties, he discovered. But only panties. And she was here, in his arms, in his bed. Brynn.
She shifted against him, their bodies connecting fully from breast to hip, and she murmured something he didnt quite catch. He rolled onto his side and pressed her down onto the bed, twining his leg with hers. He wanted to kiss her. Connect with her. Delve into her sweetness and heat. See if the magic could possibly be as potent as he remembered.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. He swept his mouth across them, wanting her. Wanting her.
Mmm, she moaned. And smiled. And turned her head.
Turned her head? The surprise of that made him draw back. Never had she failed to respond to his kiss. It was her one true weakness. His doorway to heaven. If his lips touched hers, hed always been assured of long, lush kisses, each one hotter and wilder than the last. He believed that was the reason shed never let him too near, after theyd broken up. Because she couldnt resist his kisses. Yet shed turned her head just now. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Brynn?
As he watched, she lapsed into deep, rhythmic breathing, as if she were asleep. Which was impossible. No one went from anger to passion to sleep in a matter of minutes.
Thoroughly confused, he rose up on an elbow, reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on. He saw her clearly then. Lots of creamy skin with a natural honey glow. Dark, lustrous hair spread over the pillows. Sinfully beautiful, she was. And nearly naked beneath him. And, unquestionably, asleep.
Butbut how? Why? It made no sense.
A vague memory stirred. A bothersome suspicion.
The light, or maybe the shifting of his weight on the bed, disturbed her, and she frowned. Blinked. Opened her eyes. For a moment, she stared blankly, toward nothing in particular. Perplexity entered her gaze. And then she turned her head and focused on him.
Her eyes widened and she shot up into a sitting position, gaping at him as if he were a two-headed space alien. Cade! What are you doing here? It was as much an accusation as a question.
As if hed done something questionable. What am I doing here? That takes some nerve.
She glanced around the room, and gradually her expression turned from perplexed surprise to distressed understanding. Oh no, she whispered, clearly mortified. Im in your room.
He didnt bother to confirm that conclusion. He just watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe she understood what had happened, but he didnt. Or maybe he didnt want to understand.
II guess I wassleepwalking.
Sleepwalking. He said it as if the idea was ludicrous, although the suspicion had flitted through his mind. He remembered hearing something about her sleepwalking in the sorority house. But, damn it, he didnt want to accept that as the explanation. Shed come to him, wanted him. There was no mistaking that. He forced a nonchalant shrug and leaned back against the pillows. Whatever you say, darlin.
Its true, she insisted vehemently. I was sleepwalking.
He nodded and smiled.
She glared at him, then glanced down at her naked breasts, so high and round and pretty, with their proud coral tips and lilting bounce. With a little cry, she grabbed for the rumpled sheet and yanked it up to cover herself. The accusation returned to her gaze. What did we do?
Now that irked him. Did she really think it would be possible, if theyd made love or anything close to it, for her to sleep through it? He managed not to grit his teeth. Youre telling me you dont know? That you were unaware of what you were doing when you came to my room, unlocked my door, climbed into my bed and got naked?
Im not naked!
Heat sluiced through him in a surprising rush, just from thinking about her sitting there in nothing but those little panties and a bedsheet. He wanted his hands on her. And his mouth.
Along with the heat came unreasonable resentment. Shed been in his arms, ready and willing. He would not disregard that. Oh, youre not naked? His gaze traveled pointedly to the sheet she clasped to her slim form. Then show me what youre wearing.
Her fists tightened on the sheet. Im sure you know.
And why is that? He tilted his face close to hers, the anger and the desire flaring in him. Because you crawled into my bed wearing only those little panties and rubbed your body against mine, promising to keep me occupied.
She looked stricken. Oh, God.
Then you said something like, Lets go, Romeo.
No!
You want me to believe you dont remember any of that?
His chiding pushed her too far, it seemed, and the spunk and sass returned to her face. Leaning back against the pillows, she crossed her long, shapely arms and lifted her delightfully cleft chin. I dont care what you believe. The truth is I was walking and talking in my sleep. It meant nothing.
At the very least it means you were dreaming about me. Dreaming about having sex with me. The thought pleased him. Immensely. He raised a brow. How often does that happen?
Dont flatter yourself. You could have been anybody. I had no idea who you were.
You said my name. You called me Cade. How many Cades do you know? And how many are registered to this room?
If I was dreaming about you, which I dont remember at all, it had to be the first time. I havent given you a thought in years.
He might have believed her if rosy color hadnt climbed her cheekbones and she hadnt averted her eyes. She was, without a doubt, lying. Shed dreamed about him before. Pleasure warmed him like fine whiskey. He wondered how often shed dreamed of him, and if those dreams always involved sex. He hoped so.
But then another question occurred to him. My God, Brynnhow often do you walk in your sleep? How many guests have you surprised like this?
Her mouth opened and hung ajar for two or three heartbeats. Ive never done this before, she cried, aghast. I havent walked in my sleep since college. Well, except for once, when I ended up in the broom closet. Alone. Wearing pajamas.
He believed her, and couldnt have been more relievedor more pleased that thoughts of him and him alone had stirred her to rise from her bed at night.
Then again If you dont remember your actions after you wake up, how can you be sure? Maybe this happens more than you realize.
It doesnt. I would know.
He rubbed his chin and regarded her doubtfully. Im not too sure about that. You seemed pretty popular with those frat guys I met in the parlor. And if I understood correctly, they do come back year after year.
Surprisingly, she didnt hit him, storm out of the room or cut him to shreds with a razor-sharp comeback. Instead, she caught her lower lip between her teeth to suppress a smile. Are you accusing me of beingpromiscuous?
He stared at her, not because of what shed said, but because her emerging smile caught him off guard. A dimple now danced beside her mouth and cute little she-devils played in her eyes. It had been damn near a decade since shed sparkled at him like that. I didnt accuse you of anything, he murmured, feeling shell-shocked.
But you implied it. You implied that I climb into my guests beds on a regular basis. With a toss of her thick, tangled hair, she held up her hands, like a perp surrendering to police. You caught me. I cant deny it. I never know which bed Ill wake up in. She looked so pleased at the notion that Cade almost laughed. Almost. But the sheet had drifted lower across her breasts, ending just above her hardened nipples, and he was helplessly aroused. I see more action than those girls on Sex and the City, she boasted. Im one hot mama.
Cade rested his bare shoulders against the head-board and studied her, aroused, amused, mystified and intrigued. Thats odd, thenconsidering what you said when you climbed into my bed.
A watchful stillness came over her. What?
He didnt answer right away, enjoying the sudden intensity of her gaze. He still couldnt believe she was actually sitting here beside him in bed, talking about sex, wearing next to nothing, while he wore only his briefs. The possibilities were endless. And he couldnt help dwelling on them.
Cade, what did I say?
Well, at one point, you mentioned something about your being a dud in bed.
The chagrin that filled her eyes said more than words ever could. Hed clearly hit a raw nerve.
So, of course, he prodded a little more. I believe you also said something about being frigid.
Her color flared. What I say in a dream means nothing. She nearly choked on the words. Just a lot of garbled nonsense. She looked wounded and terribly vulnerable.
Why? Of course it was nonsense. He had no doubt about that. But, incredibly, it seemed that she did have doubts. Dont tell me someones got you believing youre no good in bed!
Of course not. Its none of your business, anyway.
He strongly felt that it was. Are you involved with someone now?
Yes, and hes a wonderful man. An excellent lover.
Who makes you think youre frigid.
No!
Cade ignored her denial, amazed that she could believe herself sexually inadequate in any way. She, the epitome of desirability. The standard by which he measured all others. A standard no one else had met.
He was also suddenly, violently, jealous of anyone who had had her. Anyone who had known her intimately. It took Cade a moment to find his voice and form coherent words. Youre not frigid, Brynn, or a dud in bed. Nothing could be further from the truth.
That wary stillness came over her again, and she concentrated her attention on him like a ray of noonday sun through a magnifying glass. And how would you know that?
He released a surge of breath and realized he was angry. She was wounded. Unfairly wounded. And he wanted to punish whomever was responsible. And tend to her wounds
Sliding an arm around her, he cradled her against his chest and brushed a tendril of hair from her face. Ive never known a woman more responsive than you, he said, meaning every word. One who made me hot with just a kiss. No one, Brynn. Ever.
Her breath caught, her neediness apparent. Really?
Honest to God. I cant tell you how many times over the last nine years Ive gotten hard just thinking about you, and the things we used to do. With only our hands He trailed his fingers down her arm to her slender wrist and rubbed his thumb over the center of her palm. His gaze then drifted to her lips. And our mouths. Desire coursed through him, hot and strong, making his voice gruff. Dont you remember?
Yes, I remember, she admitted with a trembly exhalation.
Things couldnt have changed that much. At least, not between you and me.
Her eyes darkened in that old familiar way, and the need to kiss her propelled him closer, until he breathed in the honied warmth of her mouth. But before his lips touched hers, she pulled back, pressing deeper into the pillow. If you remember me so clearly, Cade, how is it that you didnt quite recall my name?
He pressed his lips together to keep from cursingnot at her, but at himself. He should have known that that silly, impulsive ploy would cost him. Hed just had to call her Brenda. I was trying to slow you down a little. You were ready to throw me out on the street. As if we were enemies or something.
I hate to break this to you, Cade, but were not exactly friends. We didnt part on a friendly note.
He couldnt deny that. The last few times hed seen her on campus, shed looked straight through him. Youre right. We didnt part on friendly terms. And it was my fault. I never should have given you that ultimatum. Make love to me, Brynn, or were through. He winced at the memory. Im sorry for that. It was stupid and cruel, and Ive wished a thousand times that Id never said it.
Forget it. Her voice and eyes remained cool, though. No harm done.
No harm done.
An odd urgency gripped him. He couldnt allow her to hide behind coolness againnot after shed smiled at him and very nearly kissed him. Ive never forgotten you, Brynn, he vowed. Not for a single day. And, believe me, Ive tried.
Surprise entered her eyes, and she searched his face as if trying to gauge his sincerity. The very fact that it mattered to her gave him hope.
He had to convince her. Had to convey his feelings. Had to close the distance between them and keep her here, in his bed. Make her want him again. Make her need himdeep inside this time.
Splaying his fingers along the delicate curve of her face, he kissed her.
It began as a gentle nudge of his mouth. A signal of intent. A silky, sweet Hello, may I come in? With a sighnot of reluctance, but of pleasureshe opened to him. The kiss progressed slowly at first, into a simple inhalation of mingled breath, a savoring of scent and texture. A blossoming of erotic warmth. A sensuous sliding of smooth, tender flesh in a sumptuous, mutual tasting.
Ahh, but that wasnt nearly enough. Not for him or for her. In a simultaneous rush, they surged closer, delved deeper. The heat intensified with startling suddenness, like a flame touched to tinder.
Cade reveled in the blaze, in the freedom to hold, squeeze, feel and indulge. She reveled in it, too, he knew, her pleasure evident in the quickening of her breath and the tiny hums and moans vibrating her throat. Hed forgotten how eloquent her kisses were.
And hed forgotten the way she moved whenever he kissed herthe provocative arching of her back. The instinctive ebb and flow of her hips. The crush and rub of her breasts against him, as if she were driven to get close, closer, closest.
No, he hadnt forgotten. Any of it. Every detail was indelibly etched somewhere in his being. Hed deliberately turned away from those memories. But she was back in his arms now, his body conforming to hers, moving with hers, moving against hers, with a growing need to dominate, penetrate. Merge. The subtle movement of her pelvis stroked him to unbearable hardness.
He slid his hands down the bare, lush curves of her body, captured her bottom and rocked his arousal against her, straining at the barrier of their underwear. And each new joining of their mouths incited an even more voluptuous kiss.
The fire leaping inside him was one he hadnt felt for nine years, and he fed it now with serious intent. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of her little satin panties, he tugged them down to midthigh. Hed have to get a condom from his wallet, he knew, but not quite yet. He couldnt bear to pause just yet.
Cade. She broke the kiss, flushed and panting. Weve got to stop.
Stop? He couldnt have understood her. Or maybe shed meant that it was time to get a condom.
Soon, he murmured, loath to release her even for a moment. He kissed her again and led her back to those enticing undulations, spreading her thighs as far as the panties would allow. The satin garment had to go. And so did his briefs.
Now, she whispered faintly against his mouth as he tugged at the waistband of his briefs. We have to stop now.
He kissed her again into silence, not allowing himself to worry too much. This wasnt like their make-out sessions in college. She wouldnt leave him high and dry. They were adults, and she wanted him. Shed come to his bed, stripped off her gown and was kissing him even now with a feverish need, a very sexual need.
A tortured groan escaped her, and she caught his hands in her own. Cade, II have to think about this.
Think about this, shed said. Not get a condom. Surprise made Cade pull back to read her face. Think about what?
This. Us. Her expression was troubled as she squirmed from beneath him and sat up. Having sex.
Dont think so much. He levered himself up on one arm and hijacked her mouth in another kissa little more urgent than the ones theyd been sharing. A little more impatient.
She matched his impatience with a roughness of her own, an exhilarating thrust and parry that roused him all the more.
But then she broke away, panting as if shed been wrestling rather than kissing. I know youre right. I do think too much. And youre right about our kisses, too. She paused to catch her breath, her eyes luminous, her color high, her hair tousled and sexy. Just kissing you makes me hotter thanthanoh, never mind.
She initiated the kiss this time.
Fire leaped within him, and his next kiss pressed her back against the pillows. She groaned, wrapped an arm around his neck and arched against him. He rubbed a greedy hand over her breast until the tender peak stood high and tight and scraped across his palm.
She gasped, writhed and ran her silky knee up his thighup, up, up, to the tip of his erection, sending shards of heat through his groin.
With a sharp hiss of breath, he plunged his hand in a downward path toward the dark curls glistening between her thighs.
She caught his hand again, though, just shy of his destination, and held it. This is wrong. I cant let myself do this. She pulled away from him and scooted to the side of the bed.
Dazed and shaken, Cade watched in disbelief as she rose and pulled up her panties. Im sorry, Cade.
Sorry. Which meant she was doing it again! Just as she had in collegeleaving him all hot and bothered and half-crazed. Brynn, he said, his voice inhumanly gruff, what the hell are you doing?
Im going back to my room. She found her rumpled nightgown on the floor, slipped the filmy fabric over her head and smoothed it down her maddening body.
Why?
Because I cant jump into bed with you without even thinking about it.
He sprang from the bed, crossed the room in two long strides and trapped her against the dresser, anchoring his arms on either side of her. In case you dont remember, you did jump into bed with me without even thinking about it. You also stripped off your clothes, kissed me into a goddamn fever
I know, I know! She glanced at the erection straining beneath his briefs, and looked away with a guilty wince. Im sorry about that, but
What are you afraid of, Brynn?
Im not afraid.
Then what is it? A thought hit him, and he asked with a curious tightness in his jaw, Are you in love with someone else? The tightness spread to his chest. The guy who makes you think youre frigid?
No! She frowned at him, and relief rushed through his veins. Im not in love with anyone. And dont talk about Antoine that way.
Antoine? Hes French?
She nodded, and Cade scowled. There was something about Frenchmen that drove women a little crazy. If youre not in love with this Antoine, then whats stopping you from having sex with me? If you think you dont want to, youre lying to yourself.
Oh, I know I want to. Her voice had gone all throaty and her gaze warmed. Theres always been sexual chemistry between us. Ive never denied that.
Cade pressed closer, longing for the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body moving beneath his.
Her gaze grew apologetic, though, and he had to hold back a curse. Butwell She searched for words that clearly evaded her.
But what, damn it?
YoureCade Hunter.
He stared at her, nonplussed. What the hell did she mean by that? Before he was able to decipher the statement in any rational way, she ducked under his arm and fled across the room, her sheer gown billowing out behind her.
Thats no answer, he called, bewildered, riled and more sexually frustrated than hed thought humanly possible.
She didnt reply, stopping only to scoop up the keys shed dropped when she first entered the room.
He fisted his hands to keep from grabbing her and carrying her back to bed. If you walk out that door, Brynn, he warned, his voice harsh and uncompromising, dont
He stopped, precariously on the verge of saying, Dont come back to my room unless youre ready to make love.
As if she heard what hed left unsaid, she froze on the way to the door and turned a forbidding frown on him. Dontwhat?
Dontforget that yousaid you were going to think about itaboutfinishing what we started. He forced the impromptu words through a throat severely constricted by pent-up pressure. So, do that. Think about it.
She regarded him in clear surprise, then slowly nodded. I will. Bowing her head, she hurried out of his room.
Cade released an explosive breath, feeling as if hed stopped just short of driving blindly off a cliff. Hed come close to giving her the same ultimatum hed been cursing himself over for nine long years.
At least hed learned from his mistake.
And that just might have earned him what he now wanted more than anythingone more chance with her.
4
THE FIRST THING BRYNN DID the next morning was to order from a local health-food store a special combination of herbs shed taken back in college to help stop her sleepwalking. She wasnt sure if the herbs had worked, but she had eventually stopped the disturbing habit, so it seemed worth taking the concoction again.
She also dug through the crate of papers, letters and mementos shed kept from her college days until she found the meditation cassettes that might have helped, as well. Again, she wasnt sure that they had, but they certainly hadnt hurt.
She then called the nearest security company and ordered a computerized lock for her bedroom door that required fairly complex steps to open. Steps she couldnt possibly follow in her sleep. Hoping the new lock would keep her in her own bedroom at night, she paid an exorbitant fee to have it installed that day.
At least she would have control of her whereabouts at night. Any amount of money was worth ensuring that.
A workman arrived that morning. As Brynn watched him install the lock, she thought about last nights debacle. She couldnt believe shed gone to Cades room, stripped off her gown and climbed into bed with him. As humiliating as that loss of self-control had been, shed learned something shed wanted to know. Time had not glorified her memories of Cade. He still kindled an awesome heat in her that no one else ever had.
Should she explore that heat and see how far it could take her toward the bliss she remembered from long ago? Or should she forget about the utterly thrilling moments shed spent in his bed, and keep him at a distance?
It had taken her years to get over the emotional damage hed done to her, to forget her feelings for him, to convince herself she was better off without him. Now was not the time to backslide. And after being kissed into a sensual heat that still simmered in her blood, she was afraid she could easily do so.
She wished she didnt have to see Cade until she had decided what to do. Her duties, however, called for her to put in an appearance at the Friday lunch buffet.
She didnt stay long. Uncertain about her plans regarding him and feeling guilty for interrupting his sleep, then leaving him unsatisfied, she barely risked a glance at him while she chatted with the other guests. She escaped to her private suite as soon as possible with a sandwich and cup of cappuccino.
That was why she missed his startling revelation about himself, which sent Trish and Lexi scurrying to her sitting room immediately after lunch for an emergency meeting.
A travel journalist? Brynn frowned at her business partners as if theyd been lacing their coffee with too much Irish Cream again. Cade told you hes a journalist?
An author of four travel books. Trish tossed a business card into Brynns lap, on top of a stack of paperwork. Brynn set her work aside, curled her legs beside her on the armchair and read Cades card, while Lexi sank down onto the sofa and watched her face for a reaction.
Brynns incredulity grew. I had no idea. Cade majored in criminal justice in college. She glanced at her friends in wonder. Who knew that hed end up a writer?
And a photographer, Lexi said. He showed me the photos he took of the lakes and rivers around here, and theyre all gorgeous. Hes doing a series of books about his travels through the Southeast.
Brynn could barely believe it. The Cade shed known had shown very little interest in writing. He never mentioned this to me, she murmured, feeling as if she didnt know him at all. He always wanted to be a cop.
Guess he came to his senses, Trish theorized, her eyes brimming with excitement. Brynn hadnt seen her this interested in anything since their sorority days. You do realize what this means, dont you, Brynn?
What?
If hes impressed enough with our inn, hell put us in his book.
He includes all his favorite spots and experiences. Lexi sounded as excited at the prospect as Trish did. Restaurants, beaches, parks, gardenshistoric inns.
Ive already given him a printout of our inns history from the 1870s, Trish said. And, of course, he knows that Georgia has the oldest state-chartered university in America.
Hes been taking pictures of the house, Lexi said. He even had us pose with our guests at breakfast on the sunporch. I made sure he had a menu of my specialties, too, in case he wants to include it in his new book.
Trish dropped down onto the couch beside Lexi, and they beamed at each other in rare camaraderie. Brynn wasnt sure why she felt a twinge of foreboding at their excitement.
Anyway, Brynn, said Trish, we felt wed better talk to you about this so you can change your attitude.
My attitude?
Toward Cade. We think its important that you make him feel at home here. Welcomed. Pampered.
Brynn stared at her, aghast. Trish had no idea what she was asking.
Hes really not a bad guy, Brynnie. I know your relationship with him ended badly, and any time you want to talk about that, hon, you know Im here for you. Trish paused, looking both sympathetic and avidly curious. She clearly couldnt remember the details from nine years ago, and Brynn was glad. When she didnt avail herself of the opportunity to rehash her humiliation and heartbreak, Trish sighed in disappointment and went on. Hes a paying customer now, and he writes travel books. We have to treat him cordially.
Brynn wondered if climbing into bed with him last night could be considered cordial. And if hed add it to his list of favorite experiences. Highly doubtful. She forced back a hysterical giggle. I thought I was treating him cordially.
Trish and Lexi exchanged glances. Mrs. Hornsby told me that you nearly threw him out of the inn yesterday at tea, Trish said.
At the time I didnt know he was a registered guest.
And I saw for myself the way you were glaring at him in the foyer before I left for the evening. And today at lunch you greeted everyone except him. It was painfully obvious you were dissing him. Im sure he was humiliated.
Although he had sent her a searching stare, he hadnt looked humiliated at all to Brynn. Hed looked as if he might pull her aside and demand to know if she intended to sleep with him. Shed gathered that from one quick, sidelong glance that had left her uncomfortably warm and shaken. If I didnt greet him, it was just an oversight.
Oh, come on, Brynn. Its us youre talking to, Lexi chided, propping her sandaled feet with their toe rings and chain anklets on the ottoman of Brynns armchair.
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Donna Sterling
Brynn Sutherland has a little problem with sleepwalking - especially when she's under stress. And with the reappearance of her old flame Cade Hunterwell, she's about as stressed as she can get.She keeps waking up beside him! With their history, his bed is the last place she wants to be, regardless of how gorgeous he is. But when he suggests a "cure" to her nocturnal wanderings - revisiting their old make-out spots and resolving their past - how can she resist? Maybe once she's had her way with Cade, he'll stop haunting her nights. Cade has never really gotten over Brynn. So when she climbs into bed with him, he can't turn her away.Problem is, right now he's undercover to protect her from a possible threat and he can't afford to be distracted. Too bad he's preoccupied by their sexy trips down memory lane. One thing he knows for sure - he wants Brynn forever. Looks as if he'll have to prolong their sleepwalking therapy sessions until she admits the same thing!
Cade wondered if he was dreaming
He had to be. No way was Brynn creeping into his bedroom, wearing nothing but a soft, sheer nightgown.
But there she stood, her beautiful face barely visible in the moonlight.
You want me to keep you occupied, Cade? Her sexy whisper shot shivers down his spine.
Before he could gather his wits enough to reply, she sank a knee into the mattress and knelt beside him. Her eyes, oddly shining, seemed to look straight through him. Dont think for a minute that I cant keep you occupied.
He sat up, stunned beyond words. After all this time, was Brynn trying to seduce him?
You dont think Im up to it? Her words teased him as he thought of all the ways she could occupy him.
Lets give it a go, Romeo. And with a suddenness that startled him, she yanked her nightgown over her head.
It was all the invitation he needed.
Dear Reader,
Life is complicated enough without having your subconscious mind play tricks on yousuch as sending you dreams so vivid and lifelike you cant help but rise out of bed to participate. Im talking about sleepwalking. Its been a curse to me for as long as I can remember. Many times Ive woken up in places other than my bed with only jumbled, nonsensical memories of how Id gotten there.
These occasional nighttime adventures inspired me to write Sex and the Sleepwalker. Imagine the complications that could arise when the owner of a bed-and-breakfast inn wanders the halls in her sleepand wakes up in bed with a sexy male guest.
I hope you enjoy Brynns misadventuresand her resulting relationship with a macho U.S. marshal, Cade Hunter. Happy reading, dear readers. And always follow your dreamsbut only when youre awake.
Feel free to e-mail me at donnasterling@mindspring.com. And dont forget to check out www.tryblaze.com.
Sincerely,
Donna Sterling
Sex and the Sleepwalker
Donna Sterling
To my parents, my husband and my conference roommatesfor all the times your sleep was disrupted by my sleepwalking adventures. Feel free to seize the day. Ive got the nights covered.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
1
SHE SPOTTED HIM the moment she stepped onstage.
There he sat in the front row of the crowded auditorium, his muscular arms crossed, his long legs comfortably extended, his mouth slanted in that slight but infuriating smirk she remembered so well from their college days. Cade Hunter. Of all the rotten luck, why did Cade Hunter have to show up at the most important award ceremony of her life?
Its my pleasure to present this award to the incredible, incomparable, one-and-only Ms. Brynn Sutherland, the president of the United States had just announced, a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Brynns softball coach in seventh grade, for running the best bed-and-breakfast in the history of the free world!
The auditorium had exploded with applause and the audience had risen to their feet. It was Brynns shining momentsuccess beyond her wildest imagining. But as she tried to cross the stage to accept the huge gold trophywhich looked exactly like an Oscarshe found herself moving in slow motion, as if she were walking through dense, soupy muck. And it was all his fault. He was the only one not clapping, the only one not standing and smiling in admiration.
She tried not to scowl at him. She was supposed to be smiling and approaching the podium to accept her award, not fuming over Cade Hunters insolent attitude.
Before she managed to tear her gaze away from his rugged but oddly appealing face, she saw his lips move. And though she couldnt hear his voice, she knew what he said. Prude.
Prude! Oh, he knew how to push her buttons! This was an important occasion for her. A business function. A public affirmation of her talent as an innkeepernot to mention great promo for the Three Sisters Bed & Breakfast Inn. Yet Cade Hunter had taken it upon himself to show up, uninvited, just to rehash old arguments.
Balling her hands into fists, Brynn pivoted away from him and resumed her slow motion trek toward the podium. The president, she noticed, had morphed into Candice Bergen, and the trophy now looked like a mermaid from a tuna can label. Brynn didnt mind that too much, though.
She was still too ticked over Cade Hunters gall. Prude, hed called her. Didnt he see that shed changed? Couldnt he tell she was no longer the virginal teenager hed known, but a sultry urban adventuress with more notches on her bedpost than the gals on Sex and the City?
Prick tease, he taunted.
That stopped her dead in her tracks, not three feet from the podium. How dare he? Nine years ago, he might have had grounds to call her such a thingthough he never had, to her knowledge. No, hed never called her anything worse than a prude, which had been bad enough. But now he seemed determined to publicly humiliate her.
And he was succeeding. For some inexplicable reason, another man in the audience repeated the accusation. Prick tease. Then someone else said it.
Soon the entire audience took up a chant: Prick tease. Prick tease. Prick tease.
Thats not fair, Brynn yelled over the commotion. I had good reasons not to go all the way with him. I was only eighteen. I wasnt ready!
The audience didnt listen. Their chanting had grown thunderous. With that cocky gleam in his honey-gold eyes, Cade Hunter uttered, Shes probably frigid, anyway.
Frigid! Me? That was more than any self-respecting urban adventuress could take. Shaking with outrage, Brynn stalked past Candice Bergen to the side of the stage and descended a flight of stairs, glaring all the while at the despicable Cade Hunter. You think Im frigid, Cade? And a prude? A prick tease? Well, lets just see about that, why dont we? With every step she took, she jerked open her silk blouse a bit more, popping off the mother-of-pearl buttons like microwave popcorn. Come on, big boy. She yanked the blouse off her shoulders and reached for the zipper of her designer slacks. You want a piece of me? Lets give it a go, Romeo.
She never saw it coming. Out of nowhere, a long, hard protrusion sprang up and hit her in the jaw, knocking her into a wall. Metal clanged around her. Something damp and limp folded over her face. The lights went out, plunging her into darkness, and pain shot through her body.
It took a momenta long, agonizing moment of stunned bewildermentbefore her eyes adjusted to the dark, her senses fully returned and she recognized where she was.
In the broom closet. More specifically, on the cold tile floor of the broom closet, with a broom handle lying across her throat, a mop hanging in her face, her bare breasts jutting free of her torn pajama top and one bare foot wedged painfully in a metal bucket.
And though she hadnt seen him in nine years and hoped to never see him again, it was all Cade Hunters fault.
STRESS. Simple stress. Thats what had caused her nighttime wandering, Brynn had deduced by the next morning. Football season was beginningher busiest time of year, with alumni flocking back to cheer on the Georgia Bulldogs. Fun, but hectic for local inns, especially for the Three Sisters Bed & Breakfast Inn, a former sorority house that she and two of her sorority sisters had bought and refurbished. Turning a decent profit during football season could make the difference between success and failure. And unlike the previous three years, they were not booked to capacity for the first game. The state of the economy had clearly taken its toll. Brynn had good reason to be stressed.
And it wasnt much of a mystery why Cade Hunter starred in the dream, either. Trish Howell Hightower, her gorgeous blond business partner, had mentioned running into him yesterday at a local caf. He was in town on business, it seemed. The thought of having Cade Hunter anywhere nearby was enough to give Brynn nightmares. Nine years ago, hed broken her heart and, as the saying went, stomped that sucker flat.
Shed gotten over it, of course. She didnt care in the least about Cade Hunter anymore. But unless hed changed greatly, he was a menace to any vulnerable woman who caught his eye. Brynn hated to think of the emotional carnage he could wreak upon their small town. Or, God forbid, on Trish. Newly divorced and on the rebound, shed be ripe for the picking.
Whats wrong, Brynn? Dont tell me youre siding with Trish on the barbecue sauce issue! Lexi Duprees anxious question brought Brynn back to the present. They were sitting in wicker rockers on the columned front porch of the antebellum mansion, taking full advantage of the mild August morning, lounging with virgin Bloody Marysit was too early for mint julepsand discussing the food they would serve during the tailgating parties this weekend.
Barbecue sauce? Brynn repeated, struggling to comprehend what Lexi had been saying.
I thought you loved my barbecue sauce. Guests rave about it. Just because some gourmet guru gave Trish a new recipe doesnt mean we have to stop using mine.
Ohright. I agree. We wont make any changes without a taste test.
A taste test! Lexi crossed her pale, rounded arms and frowned. I thought I was in charge of the foodand I like the sauce weve been using. Why should I change it for Trish? She already messed around with the breakfast buffet, the evening dessert and my weekend schedule. Shes supposed to be a silent partner, remember? Silent.
Yes, but she did put up most of the money. She owns fifty-one percent. We cant ignore her suggestions.
She put up most of the cash, but you and I invested pretty heavily, toowith the agreement that youd manage the inn and Id take care of the food and activities. Trish shouldnt be interfering.
Brynn sensed that Lexis annoyance with Trish was rising to a dangerous level. And she understood why. Trish had a tendency to dominate. They probably should have known when she offered to help finance their venture that she wouldnt be able to stay hands-off forever. Now that shed gotten involved in the day-to-day running of the inn, it was only a matter of time before she drove them both whacko. Lexi seemed near the breaking point already, and Trish had only moved in two weeks ago. Brynn hated conflict between her friends. Or anywhere, for that matter.
Ill talk to her, she promised, not looking forward to the task. It wasnt the first time shed be negotiating peace between her business partners. Although the three of them had been friends since their sorority-house days, business concerns had put a strain on their sisterhood. But, Lex, try to be patient with Trish. She does have good ideas, and she knows whats popular in society circles. If we plan to cater to sorority alumni, we need to know that. Besides, shes going through a hard time, trying to adjust to the single lifestyle and map out a new route for her life.
Yeah, well, Id be happy to tell her which route to take, Lexi mumbled, though the sulky expression in her large dark eyes was softened somewhat. With her hair bleached platinum and cropped in spiky wisps around her cute, plump face, she looked like a baby doll whose tresses had been shorn by some exuberant little girl. The multitude of silver hoops and studs lining her ears, the guitar tattooed on her shoulder and the skimpy half-T she wore showed her for the hip, sexy musician she really wasa persona that had fully emerged only in the last couple of years.
Trish, a classical purist in both music and fashion, disapproved of Lexis tattoo and platinum bleach job. If Lex had tried either of those innovations during their sorority days, she would have caught hell; Trish had been the queen bee at the sorority house, too.
Brynn, on the other hand, thought the changes in Lexi were refreshing. The image fit Lexis character perfectly. In a way, Brynn envied her for her metamorphosis. Back in college, she and Lexi had been the quiet brunettes in a sorority full of vivacious blondes and redheads. Brynn had always suspected that she and Lex had been recruited for their grade point averages.
Hey, Lexi said in a tone of realization, with her fifty-one percent ownership, Trish can fire me, cant she?
I suppose, but shed never do that. Shes a pain in the butt at times, but Trish loves you, Lex. We started this business together, and well make a success of it together.
Looking troubled, Lexi shrugged and turned her attention to the menus she had planned for their weekend guests.
Just as the discussion was coming to a close, a sporty red Porsche jetted into the circular drive and squealed to a halt at the bottom of the garden steps. Trish popped out.
Morning, yall, she called, ascending the stairs in a short tennis dress, her blond hair cut in a classic chin-length bob, swaying. Tall and slender with wide blue eyes, a Mediterranean-acquired tan and the easy poise of those born to great wealth, Trish looked exactly like the coed shed once been. Lexi, have you mixed up a batch of that barbecue sauce yet? Cant wait for you to try it. Its all the rage in Manhattan. I begged the chef of Club Noir for the recipe.
Despite the lighthearted tone of Trishs cultured Southern voice, Lexi visibly bristled, and Brynn hurriedly answered for her. Weve been too busy with our planning session for Lexi to do much of anything in the kitchen yet. Why dont you grab a virgin Mary from the pitcher in the fridge and come join us?
Cant. Have to shower, then hurry downtown for a lunch date at eleven. The look in Trishs eyes made it clear that she wasnt exactly thrilled by the date. She hadnt had much luck with dating over the past year. But Ill be back by two to man the front desk.
I dont have you scheduled for desk duty, Brynn said. She knew Trish was focusing a lot on the business to avoid thinking about her personal life.
Thought Id give you a break. Let you prepare for the weekend rush. She shifted toward the door, then paused. By the way, Brynniewas there some kind of problem last night?
Problem?
At breakfast, Mrs. Hornsby mentioned she heard a ruckus coming from your suite. Yelling, thudding and clanging, she said. I didnt hear a thing, but then my room is at the other end of the inn. Was there something going on?
Both Trish and Lexi gazed at her in curiosity, and Brynn felt her color rise. Must have been my television. Guilt pricked her for having disturbed a guest, and even more so for lying about it. But she didnt want anyone to know about her sleepwalking episode. Especially not Trish. God knows what shed make of it. Brynn herself considered it not far from a psychotic breakdown.
Trish raised her fair brows. You were watching television at three in the morning? Youre usually conked out by eleven.
I fell asleep with it on.
Oh. Im glad there wasnt a problem. But, um, maybe you should try to keep the volume down, hmm? With a parting smile, Trish continued on her way into the inn.
Brynn drew in a breath and tried not to react negatively to the sweetly spoken rebuke. Trish had every right to expect the manager of her inn to refrain from waking the guests at three in the morning.
So, what really happened?
Brynn slanted Lexi a glance. You think Im lying?
Like a rug. Id recognize that guilty blush anywhere. Something went on last night.
Nothing. It was nothing. Really.
Lexis eagle-eyed gaze lighted on Brynns swollen, purplish toes, visible in her strappy sandal. Then what happened to your foot? I dont remember seeing that bruise yesterday.
I stubbed my toes, thats all. She had to think of a way to change the subject. While I was rushing to answer the phone. It was my brother. They havent caught that abductor yetyou know, the case John has been investigatingand he called to warn me again about taking in suspicious strangers. Now how, I ask you, can we not take in strangers when we run a bed-and-breakfast? Having a cop in the family is enough to make anyone paranoid.
Dont try to change the subject. Who was yelling and banging things around last night, and how did you get hurt? Tell the truth. When Brynn didnt answer, Lexi leaned closer and whispered with concern, Did Antoine lose his temper about something?
Antoine! If Brynn hadnt been so surprised, she wouldve laughed. Of course not. Ive never seen Antoine lose his temper. Hes a sweetheart. Besides, hes too urbane, too polished, to resort to violence.
Urbane and polished dont have anything to do with a mans violent tendencies. And theres something youre not telling me. Studying her with an intensity that increased Brynns tension, Lexis eyes suddenly widened. Were you and Antoine doing somethingyou knowkinky? Some kind of love play that got out of hand? Ive heard that French lovers can be highly creative.
Brynn laughed out loud at that. Not even close. Lexi would be so disappointed if she knew the truth about Antoine and her.
She wasnt about to let that cat out of the bag. Lexi had been thrilled when Brynn started dating handsome, charming, artistic Antoine. Lexi had been certain Brynn had finally found a red-hot lover. Until then, shed been involved in a series of long-term relationships with scholarly types more inclined toward philosophical stimulation than physical. Brynn guessed she just felt secure with that kind of guy. Secure, but sexually bored and frustrated. Lexi had recognized the problem and persuaded her to go for the gusto. Trish helped by introducing her to Antoine, her cousin who had recently moved to Georgia from France. Hed taken a flattering interest in Brynn, and theyd been dating ever since.
It wasnt Antoines fault that the boredom hadnt left her. She was the problem. She found herself thinking too much during intimate times. Analyzing every move.
Not that shed always been that way. Far from it. Thered been a time in her life when a mans touch had set her ablaze. But she refused to think about that man. It was bad enough shed dreamed about him.
Maybe shed just grown too cerebral to experience sexual bliss. After five weeks of dating her, Antoine had probably realized as much. Hence all those recent business trips.
Had she really thought of herself as an urban adventuress in her dream last night, with more notches on her bedpost than the gals on Sex and the City? She nearly snorted at the thought. In real life, her notches were few and far between.
But not nonexistent. Shed had pleasurable affairs. She was far from frigid, as Cade Hunter had claimed last night. Dream or no dream, that accusation still smarted.
If Antoine laid a hand on you in anger, Lexi said, Ill stomp his butt. I dont hold with violence.
Brynn resisted the urge to point out the irony in those two statements, or to laugh at the image of petite Lexi stomping a big guy like Antoine. He didnt do anything, I swear. He wasnt even here last night. He left town after dinner for another business trip.
Seeing the doubt on Lexis face, Brynn realized she had to come clean about what had really happened, or Antoine would be labeled a woman-beater. But how she hated to confess! Her sleepwalking was sure to make Lexi and Trish worry, considering Brynns role as resident manager of the inn. Roaming about in a zombielike state couldnt be good for business.
If you must know, I caused the ruckus myself last night, Brynn admitted. I was dreaming.
Lexi frowned, perplexed. What does dreaming have to do with She broke off as understanding dawned. Oh, no. You havent started sleepwalking again, have you?
Brynn assumed she was remembering the night in the sorority house when Lexi had woken to find her wandering around their bedroom, carrying on about Daytona Beach and a Pontiac Firebird. Thank goodness her roommate hadnt paid much attention to what shed been saying. The near miss of having her deepest, darkest secret exposed had shaken Brynn so much that shed spent months taking herbs, sleeping aids, meditation therapy and biofeedback sessions to stop her from walking or blabbing in her sleep. Brynn believed it had been pure determination that had eventually broken the habit.
Last night was the first time Ive walked in my sleep since college, Brynn said, hoping to reassure Lexi with that fact. I guess the onset of football season was just too much for me to take, um, lying down.
So what did you do?
Rammed into a wall. Woke up in a closet. She didnt mention that it had been the basement broom closet. Lexi didnt need to know shed actually left her bedroom suite.
Thats pitiful. Lexi shook her spiky platinum head in grim reflection. Ill bet I know why this happened. Youre keeping too much bottled up inside. Youre still sexually repressed.
Brynn stared at her in astonishment. How had she arrived at that conclusion? For all Lexi knew, her sex life was hotter than ever with Antoine.
Oh, dont look so surprised. I know you, Brynn Sutherland. If you were getting any decent action, youd be giddy with relief, after all those years of pressure building up. Believe me, I have personal experience with this phenomenon. She slumped back in her chair and sighed. I had such high hopes for you and Antoine.
Brynn rested her head against the back of the rocker. Its not his fault. Its mine.
You just havent found the right guy.
Hating to get her started again on a campaign to find her a red-hot lover, Brynn steered the conversation back to its original track. I doubt that my sex life has anything to do with the sleepwalking, anyway. Its stress related.
Youve been stressed more than this plenty of times, but I havent heard about your sleepwalking until now. What was your dream about?
The question caught Brynn off guard. Nothing. Nobody. That is, nobody I know. She felt unreasonably shaken by the inquiry. I mean, I might have known them, butuh Impromptu lying had never been her strong suit.
That intent look came over Lexis face again, and Brynn nearly groaned. Her friend would hound her until she confessed. With Lexis truth-seeking, mind-probing talents, it was a wonder Brynn was able to keep any secrets from her at all.
She did, though. The important one. The one about Daytona Beach and the Firebird.
I dont see how this is pertinent, Brynn said, caving under the pressure, but the only person I recognized in the dream other than Candice Bergen was Cade Hunter.
Cade Hunter. Lexi contemplated the information, then broke into a small, self-congratulatory smile. So I was right. The sleepwalking does have to do with your sex life.
It does not! Its just that Trish mentioned running into him yesterday.
Cade Hunter was the last guy you really went crazy over.
I didnt go crazy over him.
You know you did. Half the girls in our sorority house did, and he wasnt even a frat boy. That man was one well-built, good-looking hunk of masculinity.
Not good-looking, really. Appealing, you could say.
You could say a whole lot more than that! Hes a manly man. And more to the point, hes an old flame of yours, which means that time has probably glorified him in your mind.
Glorified him? Cade? Youve got to be kidding.
Everyone knows that old flames burn hotter in a womans memory than they ever did in real life.
Brynn considered the statement and wondered if it was true. As much as she despised him for his heartless behavior, she couldnt deny that her memories of Cade Hunter sparked more sensuous heat in her than any of her later relationships. He and she hadnt made love per se, but their make-out sessions had always stirred an intense longing. Had the passage of time exaggerated that longing, until no flesh-and-blood man could ever compete? It was a startling thought.
A woman in your unfulfilled state, dreaming about an old flame as hot as Cade Hunter Lexi shook her head, pondering the situation. No wonder you got so worked up.
I wasnt worked up over Cade! At least, not in a sexual way. I was angry because he was insulting me.
Insulting you how?
Telltale warmth crept into her face again. She didnt want to say hed been calling her a prick tease. That would lead Lexi to analyze the underlying reason shed dreamed such thingsand Brynn didnt want to talk about how she and Cade had broken off their relationship all those years ago. Make love to me, Brynn, or were through.
She still had a hard time even thinking about his ultimatum, let alone discussing it. Shed been falling in love with himdeeply, desperatelywhile Cade had clearly wanted her only for sex. Hurt, angry and humiliated, shed broken up with him. Hed lost no time finding someone else. A sorority sister of hers, no less, who soon turned up pregnant.
That had been years ago. Brynn now viewed the entire episode as a lesson learned. Shed fully recuperated from the devastation, of course, and was much wiser to the ways of unscrupulous heartbreakers like Cade Hunter.
But she didnt want to talk about it, now or ever.
I dont remember exactly how he was insulting me, she said, avoiding Lexis probing gaze.
Uh-huh. Clearly she knew Brynn was withholding information. Fortunately, Lexi didnt press the issue.
Brynn couldnt have been more relieved. Because even though she had been angry with Cade in the dream, shed also ripped open her pajama top in the throes of an erotic challenge. Maybe her sexual stagnation was affecting her more than shed thought.
Take my advice, girlfriend, Lexi said. Go find a man youre really hot for and let loose with that pent-up energy. Otherwise, who knows whatll become of you?
Words of wisdom, no doubt. But Brynn wasnt someone who could easily let loose. Except, of course, in her dreams.
WEVE GOT OUR IN, Cade Hunter murmured into his cell phone as he drove through the old, tree-shaded neighborhood surrounding the Three Sisters Bed & Breakfast Inn. Hed found it necessary to refamiliarize himself with the lay of the land. It had been too many years since hed lived nearby to remember all the details. I followed Trish to a caf yesterday. Made contact. She invited me to stay at the inn. Im on my way.
His associate murmured his approval, and Cade disconnected the call. If this encounter with Trish hadnt produced an invitation, hed had another ruse ready to justify his visit. This would be better, though. Trish had invited him, an old college chum, and hed accepted. No suspicions would be raised about his motive for being there.
And that was important.
Pocketing the cell phone, Cade turned his open-topped sports-utility vehicle toward the inn. Trish had mentioned shed be manning the registration desk this afternoon while Lexi and Brynn worked on preparations for the weekends activities. He couldnt have asked for a luckier break.
Because if Brynn were working the front desk, he had no doubt shed whip out the No Vacancy sign and swear the inn was full. Shed always been good at turning him away.
But he was here to do an important job, and he wouldnt let Miss Brynn Sexy-As-Sin Hold-But-Dont-Have Sutherland stop him. Nor would he let himself obsess over her again. Shed probably changed quite a bit over the years, anyway. With any luck, he would hardly recognize her.
Not that he was worried about seeing her again. The last nine years had taught him a lot. Made him stronger and smarter, especially when it came to women. Friends called him jaded. He preferred to think of himself as enlightened.
Turning his SUV into the shady, asphalt driveway of the antebellum mansion that had once been Brynns sorority house, Cade forced his grip to loosen from the wheel and the muscles of his body to unclench.
Shed demanded self-control from him, all those years ago. Since then, he had mastered the art. No matter what she did or said, how she lookedor smelled, smiled, soundedthere was no way in hell he would let her get to him.
2
OKAY, SO SHE WASNT an urban adventuress, or gloriously liberated like Lexi, or in the know about cosmopolitan social trends, like Trish. And if either of them knew about her personal history, chances were they never would have allowed her into their social circle in the first place, which, in a way, made Brynn feel like a fraud.
But there was one area in which she felt entirely comfortable, and that was welcoming guests. She loved meeting new people, greeting those shed entertained before, and hearing about their lives, travels and interests. Every new arrival filled her with anticipation, as if she were embarking on a new adventure. And every person who became a friend made her feel that much richer. She considered the most important part of her job to be making her guests feel comfortable. At home. Sincerely welcome.
With this in mind, Brynn allowed Trish to work the registration desk while she herself played hostess to the new arrivals in the parlor, offering them high teaor happy hour, as some preferred to call it, although the guests had to provide their own happy libations to go with the soft drinks, tea and coffee served there.
As Brynn and Lexi set trays of pastries, cheese and veggies on the antique sideboard for their Thursday afternoon guests, a thunderous roar came from the entryway.
GO DAWGS! Sic em! Rrrf, rrrf, rrrf
In any other part of the country, the sound of men barking, growling and howling might have raised an alarm. But in Athens, Georgia, home of the University of Georgia Bulldogs, the commotion merely drew smiles from a few of the guests in the parlor. Brynn and Lexi went a little further and answered the barking with howls of their own.
Hey, guys, I do believe weve found some Easy DZs, remarked Smitty, the biggest and loudest of the four beer-bellied, middle-aged newcomers. The group had quit barking to pause at the wide, arched doorway of the parlor and leer playfully at Brynn and Lexi.
I beg your pardon? Brynn asked in mock affront at the age-old slur to her sorority. These guys were some of her favorite regulars who stayed at the inn every year for the football season opener. Did you say Easy DZs? Thats Easy Delta Zetas to you.
Leave it to those Kappa Alpha boys to get it wrong, Lexi added, which prompted the men to break into a bawdy song about their beloved fraternity.
Go put your paw prints on a registration form at the desk, you crazy dawgs, you, Brynn called out over their singing while she poured coffee for three young, pretty recent graduates. As former beauty queensMiss Athens, Miss Clarke County and Miss Georgiathe girls were slated to participate in opening-day celebrations on campus. They seemed to be saving their smiles for the occasion; they looked bored at the moment and annoyed by the commotion.
Brynn moved away to fill cups for the more congenial guests. She would have to find a way to draw these young women into the fun-loving spirit of the weekend.
Before she could make an effort to change the girls spoilsport attitudes, her radio beeper went off, and Trish asked if shed take a look at a faulty air conditioner. Brynn hurried upstairs to handle the problem. August in Georgia definitely required air-conditioning.
Forty minutes later, after nearly dismantling the wall unit, Brynn called a repairman. It was at times like these that she truly appreciated Trishs help. At least she knew the front desk was being run properly while problems kept her elsewhere. She hated missing high tea, though, especially when her Kappa Alpha guys would be trooping in therewith a twelve-pack of beer, probablyand unwittingly annoying the beauty queens. Hopefully Lexi would keep things amiable, regardless of what tactics the guys might use to get the attention of the three young ladies.
Hoping for the best, but fearing the worst, Brynn finally made her way downstairs. If things hadnt gone well between the Kappa Alphas and the beauty queens, high tea may have ended prematurely, which wouldnt bode well for the weekend. A congenial atmosphere was vital during football season, when people wanted the freedom to make fools of themselves and have others appreciate them for it. Brynn had to do her utmost to promote a fun-loving spirit among her guests.
Armed with that resolve, she marched toward the parlor, passing Trish, who was deeply involved in a phone conversation at the reception desk. A glance toward the kitchen showed Lexi retreating with an armful of empty snack trays.
Assuming that the tea had ended early, Brynn was surprised as she drew closer to the parlor to hear lively voices and peals of laughter, both masculine and feminine. Mystified, she paused at the parlor entrance and gaped. The guests were clustered around a tablethe Kappa Alpha men, the beauty queens, a married couple who were both retired professors, and big, gruff old Mrs. Hornsby, all watching some central action.
Only when Brynn crept closer did she realize that an arm-wrestling match was taking place. Smitty, the Kappa Alphas earlier spokesman, was involved in the match, his beefy face red with exertion, his brawny arm raised and quivering under the strain, his hand clasped in a death grip with a darker, leaner hand.
Brynn then caught sight of the other contestants face. And the breath left her body. God help herit was Cade Hunter!
Why was he here? Had he come to see her? She couldnt imagine why he would. They hadnt parted on friendly terms. And if hed come for a social visit, why was he involving himself with her guests?
The beauty queens looked pleased at his presence; they were clustered around him in seductive poses, their gazes glued to his lean, strong-jawed face. The men, all caught up in the macho contest, cheered their fellow Kappa Alpha on, and even the older guests watched with interest. Cades attention was trained solely on his opponent.
Brynn couldnt help but take the opportunity to study the man who had broken her heart nine years agothe last man shed been crazy about. His shoulders looked broader now, his chest and arms more powerful, but that might have been because of the muscles flexing with exertion. His jet-black hair was as thick and wavy as ever, but cropped shorter than it had been then. Subtle strands of silver now gleamed near his temples. Surprising, considering he was only thirty. His skin, a dark, natural bronze, looked more weathered, giving his already rugged face a craggier look than she remembered. But his eyes, the amber color of sunlit honey, glinted with the same look of wry amusement and quiet intelligence that had first attracted her to him.
He had no business being here! This get-together was for guests only, not the general public. She had to set him straight on that matter.
Unless, of course, he was a friend of the Kappa Alphas, just dropping in for a visit. She couldnt chase off a friend of her guests. But her Kappa Alpha men were at least ten years older than Cade; he wouldnt have attended UGA at the same time they had. And Cade hadnt been in a fraternity. Hed belonged to a different kind of brotherhoodthe criminal-justice majors, who hung out together at the gym, pumping iron, or at the firing range, honing their aim in hopes of entering the police academy or FBI. Her brother had been one of his crowd. Brynns sorority sisters had referred to them as cop wannabes. Because they werent in a fraternity, they were generally considered beneath the notice of the Delta Zetas. At the same time, most red-blooded women couldnt help but admire the rock-hard physiques and protective attitudes of those criminal-justice boys.
Cade had never lacked for female admirers.
Which brought up another possibilitythat hed come to visit one of the beauty queens. But they were recent graduates, and Cade hadnt been in Athens for nine years, as far as Brynn knew.
Before she had time to reflect on other possibilities, Cade pinned his opponents arm to the table. Cheers erupted from the beauty queens, who congratulated him as if hed made the winning touchdown at a championship game. His defeated opponent flushed, laughed and mumbled something about tennis elbow.
My turn to take him on, another Kappa Alpha announced, nudging his frat brother out of the chair. And this time, use your right arm, buddy. Ill put you down, anyway.
Brynn realized that Cade had been using his non-dominant arm, probably as a handicap against the age difference. Interesting. In arm-wrestling, he actually had scruples.
But he had no business being at her high tea.
It was time to assert her authority. Excuse me. She shouldered her way through the Kappa Alphas, who were hunkering around the table for the next match, while the girls fluttered and cooed around Cade, expressing their faith in his endurance. I hate to interrupt the action, but
Cades attention swung to her then. Her breath halted. Her stomach dropped. Shed forgotten how powerful his gaze could be. She felt as if hed physically grabbed her and lifted her high into the air. She actually experienced the heady rush of vertigo.
Coming to her senses, she shook it off, and reminded herself who he was and what hed done. It had been years since shed confronted him in anything but her fantasies. Oh, how shed torn into him then! And how she longed to do that now. She couldnt, of course. She had to think of her guests, and the harmonious spirit she intended to promote.
Restraining herself, she said in an admirably civilized tone, Im afraid this function is for registered guests of the inn only.
Cade confused the issue immediately by smiling at her as if he were mildly pleased to see her. Only mildly, mind you. But that was enough to distract her, to kick her pulse into high gear. Hello, there. You remember me, dont you? From UGA. Cade Hunter. He extended a hand to hera smooth, practiced move that she automatically responded to. His grip was firm, warm and dryand the fit of his palm against hers was utterly perfect. Immediately intimate. Frighteningly familiar. YoureBrenda, right?
Brenda. Brenda!
Brynn pulled her hand back from his and stared at him. Hed forgotten her name. All these years, shed been harboring fantasies of whittling him down to size with her sharp wit and icy demeanor, while he hadnt given her a thought.
Brynn, corrected Mrs. Hornsby in her gruff, cantankerous voice from somewhere behind her. Her names Brynn.
Brynn, Cade repeated. Thats right. Sorry. Im terrible with names. Howve you been?
Delusional, it seemed. Shed been sure he would never forget her. How dared he forget her? This gathering is for registered guests only, MrHunt, did you say?
Hunter. His smile didnt waver as he reached into the pocket of his tight jeans, pulled out a room key and held it up for her inspection. And I am a registered guest.
Stunned for the second time in mere moments, Brynn stared at his room key in horror. Registered! Hed registered as a guest? He would be staying here, under her roof? And in the Dogwood Room, according to his key. Two doors down from her suite. No!
For the whole weekend? She forgot to even try hiding her dismay.
Not the weekend. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief that hed only be here for the night, he added, Ill be staying a couple of weeks. Maybe three, depending on my schedule.
Brynn couldnt have been more appalled.
Lets go, big guy, urged the Alpha Kappa sitting across the table from him, sliding his raised arm toward Cade in challenge.
Through a nightmarish haze, Brynn watched Cade plant his elbow next to the challengers, grip his hand and engage in another battle, while the other guests moved closer and cheered them on. The air virtually hummed with testosterone.
Brynn backed away from the action, struggling to come to grips with the reality of the situation. How had this happened? How could Cade Hunter be a registered guest at her innfor two or three weeks, yet?
It had to have been Trish. The moment Brynn had turned her back, Trish had allowed riffraff of the worst kind to register at their inn. Not that Trish could have known how Brynn felt about this particular specimen of riffraff. Brynn had had her pride back in college and hadnt carried on about her feelings, bad or otherwise, for Cade Hunter. They were merely two people who had once dated, fought and gone their separate ways, as far as any of her friends would remember.
And not even that, as far as Cade remembered. Brenda, hed called her. Why should that sting as much as it did?
The remainder of high tea passed in something of a blur for Brynn. Lexi, whose shift had ended after shed set out the snacks, had left for the day, hurrying to get ready for a hot date with her guitarist boyfriend, and Trish remained occupied at the registration desk. Cade continued to win arm-wrestling contests until the last match, when a Kappa Alpha finally beat him.
He then challenged the winner to a double-or-nothing competition that involved balancing stacks of beer-bottle caps on their noses. Every one of the Kappa Alphas joined in, and the beauty queens found the mens antics delightfully amusing.
Double or nothing, did you say? Brynn cried, unable to refrain from pouncing on this transgression. She arched her brows at Cade and said in her most quelling voice, I hope youre not gambling in my establishment.
Immediately the merry chatter and comical action ceased. Smiles wilted. Bottle caps fell off of noses. All eyes turned her way. All faces took on varying degrees of surprise, dismay and contrition.
So much for promoting a happy, tolerant environment.
Cade settled back in his chair and regarded her with the expectant air of a bystander watching a spectacle. Brynn wished she could retract her hasty rebuke, but didnt know how.
Quietly, apologetically, Smitty broke the silence. Aww, Brynn, were not playing for money. Only for beers. You know, like we always do.
Only then did she realize the full extent of her mistake. Of course they always wagered for beers, usually regarding football. Shed never complained about their betting before.
Forcing a smile despite the heat blazing in her face, she said, II meant to saysurely youre not gambling in my establishmentum, without letting me in on the action.
Smiles returned to her guests faces. Smitty hurried to accept her bet, and bottle caps were promptly realigned on the Kappa Alphas noses.
Tongue clearly tucked in his cheek, Cade met her gaze. His tawny eyes brimmed with silent laughter. She swore he knew perfectly well what had driven her to that outburst. He had. But how could he realize that unless he remembered their past relationship? The suspicion that he was playing some kind of secret game with her flooded Brynn with an oddly energizing heat.
Theyd played many secret games together, once upon a time.
The heat took on a sensual burn, and she pivoted away from him, feeling shaken. This would never do! How could she bear to have Cade Hunter here for two or three weeks?
Teatime lasted forever. Though she tried to focus her attention on the refreshments and the needs of her other guests, she found herself preoccupied with her awareness of Cade, an awareness shed rather die than show. By the time the guests went their separate ways for the evening, her face ached from forcing a smile.
On their way out, the Kappa Alphas and the beauty queens told Cade they hoped to see him around the inn that weekend. As usual, hed been a big hit.
It was enough to turn Brynns stomach.
Most disturbing of all, though, was when Trish ran into Cade on his way out of the parlor. For the first time since her divorce from her cheating ex, a sparkle leaped in her bright blue eyes. With flushed animation, she talked to him, flirted with him and insisted that he have dinner with her to catch upalthough theyd never been close friends.
Brynn, youll come too, wont you? she asked as an afterthought, probably because they were the only three people left in the entryway.
Brynn actually considered going, just to prevent Trish from being alone with the big bad wolf. The thought of Cade and Trish as a couple, even for the briefest time, was too horrible to tolerate. But if they were intent on pursuing a relationship, she couldnt imagine anything worse than being with them as a third wheel. No, you go ahead. Ive had a busy day.
So have I, Cade said, surprising her. And I have a lot of work to catch up on, he added, surprising her even more. Brynn wondered what kind of work he did. Think Ill turn in early, too, he said.
The crestfallen look on Trishs face made Brynn want to shake her.
But let me take a rain check on those dinner plans, huh, Trish? Cades smile was as rich, warm and powerful as cognac.
Trish visibly brightened and assured him he could. Brynn gritted her teeth. Of all the guys her friend could have gotten interested in, why Cade? Shed be going from one lowlife to another.
If you two are turning in early, Trish said, Im going over to the campus to help decorate for the festivities tomorrow. With a wink at Cade, she made her exit.
Which left Brynn very much alone with him. Her tension shifted into higher gear as they stood watching the door close behind Trish. Brynn braced herself for whatever he might say or do.
But with nothing more than a courteous nod, he turned and strode to the stairway.
Again hed surprised her. And not in a good way. She felt curiously deflated. Robbed, even. He apparently thought he could slink off to his room without a face-to-face confrontation with her.
She allowed him that delusion as she followed him silently up the stairs to the second floor. All the way to his door, actually. It wasnt until he pushed his key into the lock that Brynn halted beside him.
He glanced at her in surprise.
She scowled. You might not remember much about me, Cal, she said in a furious undertone, deliberately getting his name wrong, but I remember plenty about you. Trish is my friend. Shes been through a tough time lately, and she doesnt need a wolf like you ready to pounce on her. Stay away from her.
One corner of his mouth tipped up, and he leaned a broad shoulder against the doorjamb. So, youre worried about your friend, are you? His gaze played over her face with gathering intensity. Then maybe youd better keep me occupied.
A dark thrill shot into her stomach. A spear of sensual heat, the kind she hadnt felt for years. Nine years. The realization alarmed her. Dont play your mind games here. With anyone. Or I promise you, I will be your worst nightmare.
With that passionate threat, she whipped around, stalked to her room and shut the door behind her, her knees deplorably weak, her blood humming in her ears. She had no idea how she would ever carry out that threat, but she meant it. Something about Cade Hunter never failed to incite her to passion, one way or another.
Maybe youd better keep me occupied. Why should that hoarsely uttered suggestion have given her such a thrill? He had to know she wanted nothing to do with him. He was only taunting her. Laughing at her, no doubt.
How she wished that just once she could turn the tables on him. Slay him with a single gaze. Wipe that cockiness off his face. Bring him to his knees.
But that highly satisfying image soon elicited memories. Vivid, hot, sensually arousing memories. Not appropriate for this situation. The last thing she wanted was any kind of sexual relationship with him.
Of course she didnt. He infuriated her, that was all.
She only hoped she could calm down enough to sleep.
HE WAS HAVING TROUBLE sleeping. He wasnt sure why.
It wasnt because of his work. He had all the precautions in place, and things were proceeding as planned. It wasnt because of jet lag, either. Hed been in Georgia for two days, long enough for him to adjust from Colorado time. There was no good reason for him to lie here staring at the ceiling.
Hell, Hunter, this undercover work has got you lying to yourself. He knew damn well why he couldnt sleep: because of Brynn. Hed been so determined to take their reunion in stride, to treat her with the same casual lightness he treated everyone else. Yet here he was, reliving every moment hed spent in her presence.
Hed been a little stunned when hed seen her today.
Nine years ago, shed been a soft-spoken, dark-haired beauty with natural warmth and kindness shining from her hazel eyes and heart-shaped face. Hed first seen her at a UGA football game, and he hadnt been able to look away. Shed been there with his buddy John from crim law classa good friend, although they hadnt known each other long. Cade had felt a sinking in his chest, a heaviness in his gut, because hed known, after one long look at Brynn, that he would do everything in his power to take her away from John. There was just something about her that struck him as so damn beautiful. So damn unique. He traded seats with the guy behind them, and was more than a little relieved when John introduced Brynn as his sister. Then he heard her voice. Talked with her. Laughed with her. And the certainty grew. She had to be his.
That had been nine years ago, when he was twenty-one. Hed done a lot of hard, fast living since then, had more than his share of beautiful women. When hed checked into the inn today, hed expected to see her with new eyes. Jaded eyes, as his friends might say. Hed also expected her to have changed in some fairly major ways.
But then hed looked up from his arm-wrestling match and felt a sudden clutch in his gut. A sinking in his chest. A heaviness in his stomach. Because she was so damn beautiful. That same unique, angelic beauty still radiated from her. Still took his breath away.
And that had surprised the hell out of him. In his experience, life had a way of hardening people. Changing them from the inside out. After all hed seen and heard in the course of his work, he doubted that the kid hed once been even existed in his body anymore.
But Brynn hadnt seemed to have changed in any major way. Her long dark hair was styled differentlyin some fancy braidand her slender figure had filled out into rounder curves. She now wore an air of authority with surprising ease. But the sweetness still glowed from her face and eyes, even when she was trying her damnedest to drive him away.
Maybe that was why he hadnt been able to resist testing her, prodding her, to see how shed react. Maybe youd better keep me occupied, hed told her.
And that, he realized, was the real reason he couldnt sleep. He was angry with himself. Hed started out so well, pretending not even to remember her name. His time here would pass much easier if he could avoid any meaningful personal contact with her. Hed almost made it to his room with his mask firmly in place. But then hed taken the bait and allowed her to lure him out of his impersonal mode.
Hed gazed into her eyes, up close and personal, and breathed in her scent. And lost a little bit of his mind.
The old heated awareness had flooded her face, and so had that look of alarm. Which meant nothing had changed. She was still running from him. He still couldnt have her.
That was another reason he couldnt sleep. He was angry with herbecause she still jumped to the wrong conclusions about him. Assumed the very worst about his character. Trish doesnt need a wolf like you ready to pounce on her, shed said.
Wasnt that the story of his life, though? Hadnt all the people hed loved believed the very worst about his actions, his motives? His mother had given up custody of him when he was seven because hed been a handfuland he hadnt even known hed been misbehaving. To this day, his father and stepmother considered him bad news, and their son and daughter naturally excluded him from family gatherings.
Cade should have learned by now. When it came to the important people in his life, he didnt have whatever it took to be trusted, or even given the benefit of the doubt. Hed thought hed learned to live with that.
In a way, he was glad his annoyance with Brynn had rescued him this evening. Otherwise, he might have started wanting her again. And that would be pure hell. Hed spent weeks, months, maybe years, reliving the long, hot hours theyd spent kissing, necking, petting. She hadnt let him make love to her. Not all the way. But hed known how to make her hot, and how to make her come. And hed relished the power, the heatand had wanted, needed, so much more.
It had become a constant craving. The scent of her, the feel, the tasteall made him believe that she had been made for him. Hed wanted to drive himself deep into her body. To fill her entirely. To possess her completely.
It hadnt happened.
Make love to me, Brynn, or were through. Theyd been words of desperation. Stupid, foolish, asinine. His ultimatum had only alienated her. Hed then compounded the mistake by trying to make her jealous.
But he wouldnt think about any of that now. Those desperate, churning emotions were long dead and buried, and he was damn glad of it. He never wanted to want her again.
Punching the old-fashioned down pillow into shape, he glanced at the bedside clock: 2:00 a.m. He laid his head back down and shut his eyes, determined to sleep. He had a serious job to do here, and needed his rest.
No sooner had he begun to drift off, though, than he heard a faint jingling, like the rattle of keys. And a click. Then another noise. Half-asleep as he was, he vaguely recognized it as the squeak of a door opening. But, of course, he must be dreaming.
Or maybe not. His eyes flew open just in time to see a figure gliding toward him in the dark. His instincts kicked in, and he reached for the gun beside the bed, his mind instantly alert, his body poised for attack.
But then his eyes adjusted to the dark, and the shadowy figure materialized into a woman. A woman with long, free-flowing dark hair, wearing a soft, sheer nightgown.
Brynn.
3
HE WONDERED IF HE WAS dreaming. He had to be. No way in hell was Brynn Sutherland creeping into his bedroom in the middle of the night. But there she stood, right beside his bed, her beautiful, wide-eyed face faintly visible in the moonlight seeping between the drawn curtains.
You want me to keep you occupied, Cade? The fierce whisper sprang at him, like a cat, from the darkness.
Before he could gather his wits enough to reply, she sank a knee into the mattress, levered herself up and knelt beside him on the bed, her long hair billowing in sleep-mussed tangles around her. Her eyes, oddly shining, seemed to look straight through him. Dont think for a minute that I cant keep you occupied.
He sat up in bed, stunned beyond words.
Oh, you dont think Im up to it? she cried. You think Im a prude, a tease? You think Im a dud in bed?
No! God, no.
Im anything but a dud, oror frigid.
Frigid? I never said
Lets give it a go, Romeo. And with a suddenness that startled him, she yanked her gown over her head, struggled briefly to free her arms, then flung the garment aside. The effort threw her off balance. She swayed.
He grabbed her, pulled her to him. And his breath left him in a whoosh of sudden sensation. Her bare, jutting breasts, firm and full and impossibly soft, pressed against his chest, and a lavish abundance of cool, fragrant hair spilled over him. And her scentahh, her scent. Hed almost forgotten.
Brynn, he breathed, holding her tightly to him. She felt incredibly good. Incredibly right.
He fell back against the pillows with her, feeling as if hed fallen into a fantasy. A purr hummed in her throata long, low moan of approvaland her breath steamed against his shoulder. His temperature spiked. His body hardened in arousal.
Sweeping his hand down her back, he relished the softness and warmth of her skin. It had been so long since hed touched her. She wore panties, he discovered. But only panties. And she was here, in his arms, in his bed. Brynn.
She shifted against him, their bodies connecting fully from breast to hip, and she murmured something he didnt quite catch. He rolled onto his side and pressed her down onto the bed, twining his leg with hers. He wanted to kiss her. Connect with her. Delve into her sweetness and heat. See if the magic could possibly be as potent as he remembered.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. He swept his mouth across them, wanting her. Wanting her.
Mmm, she moaned. And smiled. And turned her head.
Turned her head? The surprise of that made him draw back. Never had she failed to respond to his kiss. It was her one true weakness. His doorway to heaven. If his lips touched hers, hed always been assured of long, lush kisses, each one hotter and wilder than the last. He believed that was the reason shed never let him too near, after theyd broken up. Because she couldnt resist his kisses. Yet shed turned her head just now. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Brynn?
As he watched, she lapsed into deep, rhythmic breathing, as if she were asleep. Which was impossible. No one went from anger to passion to sleep in a matter of minutes.
Thoroughly confused, he rose up on an elbow, reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on. He saw her clearly then. Lots of creamy skin with a natural honey glow. Dark, lustrous hair spread over the pillows. Sinfully beautiful, she was. And nearly naked beneath him. And, unquestionably, asleep.
Butbut how? Why? It made no sense.
A vague memory stirred. A bothersome suspicion.
The light, or maybe the shifting of his weight on the bed, disturbed her, and she frowned. Blinked. Opened her eyes. For a moment, she stared blankly, toward nothing in particular. Perplexity entered her gaze. And then she turned her head and focused on him.
Her eyes widened and she shot up into a sitting position, gaping at him as if he were a two-headed space alien. Cade! What are you doing here? It was as much an accusation as a question.
As if hed done something questionable. What am I doing here? That takes some nerve.
She glanced around the room, and gradually her expression turned from perplexed surprise to distressed understanding. Oh no, she whispered, clearly mortified. Im in your room.
He didnt bother to confirm that conclusion. He just watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe she understood what had happened, but he didnt. Or maybe he didnt want to understand.
II guess I wassleepwalking.
Sleepwalking. He said it as if the idea was ludicrous, although the suspicion had flitted through his mind. He remembered hearing something about her sleepwalking in the sorority house. But, damn it, he didnt want to accept that as the explanation. Shed come to him, wanted him. There was no mistaking that. He forced a nonchalant shrug and leaned back against the pillows. Whatever you say, darlin.
Its true, she insisted vehemently. I was sleepwalking.
He nodded and smiled.
She glared at him, then glanced down at her naked breasts, so high and round and pretty, with their proud coral tips and lilting bounce. With a little cry, she grabbed for the rumpled sheet and yanked it up to cover herself. The accusation returned to her gaze. What did we do?
Now that irked him. Did she really think it would be possible, if theyd made love or anything close to it, for her to sleep through it? He managed not to grit his teeth. Youre telling me you dont know? That you were unaware of what you were doing when you came to my room, unlocked my door, climbed into my bed and got naked?
Im not naked!
Heat sluiced through him in a surprising rush, just from thinking about her sitting there in nothing but those little panties and a bedsheet. He wanted his hands on her. And his mouth.
Along with the heat came unreasonable resentment. Shed been in his arms, ready and willing. He would not disregard that. Oh, youre not naked? His gaze traveled pointedly to the sheet she clasped to her slim form. Then show me what youre wearing.
Her fists tightened on the sheet. Im sure you know.
And why is that? He tilted his face close to hers, the anger and the desire flaring in him. Because you crawled into my bed wearing only those little panties and rubbed your body against mine, promising to keep me occupied.
She looked stricken. Oh, God.
Then you said something like, Lets go, Romeo.
No!
You want me to believe you dont remember any of that?
His chiding pushed her too far, it seemed, and the spunk and sass returned to her face. Leaning back against the pillows, she crossed her long, shapely arms and lifted her delightfully cleft chin. I dont care what you believe. The truth is I was walking and talking in my sleep. It meant nothing.
At the very least it means you were dreaming about me. Dreaming about having sex with me. The thought pleased him. Immensely. He raised a brow. How often does that happen?
Dont flatter yourself. You could have been anybody. I had no idea who you were.
You said my name. You called me Cade. How many Cades do you know? And how many are registered to this room?
If I was dreaming about you, which I dont remember at all, it had to be the first time. I havent given you a thought in years.
He might have believed her if rosy color hadnt climbed her cheekbones and she hadnt averted her eyes. She was, without a doubt, lying. Shed dreamed about him before. Pleasure warmed him like fine whiskey. He wondered how often shed dreamed of him, and if those dreams always involved sex. He hoped so.
But then another question occurred to him. My God, Brynnhow often do you walk in your sleep? How many guests have you surprised like this?
Her mouth opened and hung ajar for two or three heartbeats. Ive never done this before, she cried, aghast. I havent walked in my sleep since college. Well, except for once, when I ended up in the broom closet. Alone. Wearing pajamas.
He believed her, and couldnt have been more relievedor more pleased that thoughts of him and him alone had stirred her to rise from her bed at night.
Then again If you dont remember your actions after you wake up, how can you be sure? Maybe this happens more than you realize.
It doesnt. I would know.
He rubbed his chin and regarded her doubtfully. Im not too sure about that. You seemed pretty popular with those frat guys I met in the parlor. And if I understood correctly, they do come back year after year.
Surprisingly, she didnt hit him, storm out of the room or cut him to shreds with a razor-sharp comeback. Instead, she caught her lower lip between her teeth to suppress a smile. Are you accusing me of beingpromiscuous?
He stared at her, not because of what shed said, but because her emerging smile caught him off guard. A dimple now danced beside her mouth and cute little she-devils played in her eyes. It had been damn near a decade since shed sparkled at him like that. I didnt accuse you of anything, he murmured, feeling shell-shocked.
But you implied it. You implied that I climb into my guests beds on a regular basis. With a toss of her thick, tangled hair, she held up her hands, like a perp surrendering to police. You caught me. I cant deny it. I never know which bed Ill wake up in. She looked so pleased at the notion that Cade almost laughed. Almost. But the sheet had drifted lower across her breasts, ending just above her hardened nipples, and he was helplessly aroused. I see more action than those girls on Sex and the City, she boasted. Im one hot mama.
Cade rested his bare shoulders against the head-board and studied her, aroused, amused, mystified and intrigued. Thats odd, thenconsidering what you said when you climbed into my bed.
A watchful stillness came over her. What?
He didnt answer right away, enjoying the sudden intensity of her gaze. He still couldnt believe she was actually sitting here beside him in bed, talking about sex, wearing next to nothing, while he wore only his briefs. The possibilities were endless. And he couldnt help dwelling on them.
Cade, what did I say?
Well, at one point, you mentioned something about your being a dud in bed.
The chagrin that filled her eyes said more than words ever could. Hed clearly hit a raw nerve.
So, of course, he prodded a little more. I believe you also said something about being frigid.
Her color flared. What I say in a dream means nothing. She nearly choked on the words. Just a lot of garbled nonsense. She looked wounded and terribly vulnerable.
Why? Of course it was nonsense. He had no doubt about that. But, incredibly, it seemed that she did have doubts. Dont tell me someones got you believing youre no good in bed!
Of course not. Its none of your business, anyway.
He strongly felt that it was. Are you involved with someone now?
Yes, and hes a wonderful man. An excellent lover.
Who makes you think youre frigid.
No!
Cade ignored her denial, amazed that she could believe herself sexually inadequate in any way. She, the epitome of desirability. The standard by which he measured all others. A standard no one else had met.
He was also suddenly, violently, jealous of anyone who had had her. Anyone who had known her intimately. It took Cade a moment to find his voice and form coherent words. Youre not frigid, Brynn, or a dud in bed. Nothing could be further from the truth.
That wary stillness came over her again, and she concentrated her attention on him like a ray of noonday sun through a magnifying glass. And how would you know that?
He released a surge of breath and realized he was angry. She was wounded. Unfairly wounded. And he wanted to punish whomever was responsible. And tend to her wounds
Sliding an arm around her, he cradled her against his chest and brushed a tendril of hair from her face. Ive never known a woman more responsive than you, he said, meaning every word. One who made me hot with just a kiss. No one, Brynn. Ever.
Her breath caught, her neediness apparent. Really?
Honest to God. I cant tell you how many times over the last nine years Ive gotten hard just thinking about you, and the things we used to do. With only our hands He trailed his fingers down her arm to her slender wrist and rubbed his thumb over the center of her palm. His gaze then drifted to her lips. And our mouths. Desire coursed through him, hot and strong, making his voice gruff. Dont you remember?
Yes, I remember, she admitted with a trembly exhalation.
Things couldnt have changed that much. At least, not between you and me.
Her eyes darkened in that old familiar way, and the need to kiss her propelled him closer, until he breathed in the honied warmth of her mouth. But before his lips touched hers, she pulled back, pressing deeper into the pillow. If you remember me so clearly, Cade, how is it that you didnt quite recall my name?
He pressed his lips together to keep from cursingnot at her, but at himself. He should have known that that silly, impulsive ploy would cost him. Hed just had to call her Brenda. I was trying to slow you down a little. You were ready to throw me out on the street. As if we were enemies or something.
I hate to break this to you, Cade, but were not exactly friends. We didnt part on a friendly note.
He couldnt deny that. The last few times hed seen her on campus, shed looked straight through him. Youre right. We didnt part on friendly terms. And it was my fault. I never should have given you that ultimatum. Make love to me, Brynn, or were through. He winced at the memory. Im sorry for that. It was stupid and cruel, and Ive wished a thousand times that Id never said it.
Forget it. Her voice and eyes remained cool, though. No harm done.
No harm done.
An odd urgency gripped him. He couldnt allow her to hide behind coolness againnot after shed smiled at him and very nearly kissed him. Ive never forgotten you, Brynn, he vowed. Not for a single day. And, believe me, Ive tried.
Surprise entered her eyes, and she searched his face as if trying to gauge his sincerity. The very fact that it mattered to her gave him hope.
He had to convince her. Had to convey his feelings. Had to close the distance between them and keep her here, in his bed. Make her want him again. Make her need himdeep inside this time.
Splaying his fingers along the delicate curve of her face, he kissed her.
It began as a gentle nudge of his mouth. A signal of intent. A silky, sweet Hello, may I come in? With a sighnot of reluctance, but of pleasureshe opened to him. The kiss progressed slowly at first, into a simple inhalation of mingled breath, a savoring of scent and texture. A blossoming of erotic warmth. A sensuous sliding of smooth, tender flesh in a sumptuous, mutual tasting.
Ahh, but that wasnt nearly enough. Not for him or for her. In a simultaneous rush, they surged closer, delved deeper. The heat intensified with startling suddenness, like a flame touched to tinder.
Cade reveled in the blaze, in the freedom to hold, squeeze, feel and indulge. She reveled in it, too, he knew, her pleasure evident in the quickening of her breath and the tiny hums and moans vibrating her throat. Hed forgotten how eloquent her kisses were.
And hed forgotten the way she moved whenever he kissed herthe provocative arching of her back. The instinctive ebb and flow of her hips. The crush and rub of her breasts against him, as if she were driven to get close, closer, closest.
No, he hadnt forgotten. Any of it. Every detail was indelibly etched somewhere in his being. Hed deliberately turned away from those memories. But she was back in his arms now, his body conforming to hers, moving with hers, moving against hers, with a growing need to dominate, penetrate. Merge. The subtle movement of her pelvis stroked him to unbearable hardness.
He slid his hands down the bare, lush curves of her body, captured her bottom and rocked his arousal against her, straining at the barrier of their underwear. And each new joining of their mouths incited an even more voluptuous kiss.
The fire leaping inside him was one he hadnt felt for nine years, and he fed it now with serious intent. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of her little satin panties, he tugged them down to midthigh. Hed have to get a condom from his wallet, he knew, but not quite yet. He couldnt bear to pause just yet.
Cade. She broke the kiss, flushed and panting. Weve got to stop.
Stop? He couldnt have understood her. Or maybe shed meant that it was time to get a condom.
Soon, he murmured, loath to release her even for a moment. He kissed her again and led her back to those enticing undulations, spreading her thighs as far as the panties would allow. The satin garment had to go. And so did his briefs.
Now, she whispered faintly against his mouth as he tugged at the waistband of his briefs. We have to stop now.
He kissed her again into silence, not allowing himself to worry too much. This wasnt like their make-out sessions in college. She wouldnt leave him high and dry. They were adults, and she wanted him. Shed come to his bed, stripped off her gown and was kissing him even now with a feverish need, a very sexual need.
A tortured groan escaped her, and she caught his hands in her own. Cade, II have to think about this.
Think about this, shed said. Not get a condom. Surprise made Cade pull back to read her face. Think about what?
This. Us. Her expression was troubled as she squirmed from beneath him and sat up. Having sex.
Dont think so much. He levered himself up on one arm and hijacked her mouth in another kissa little more urgent than the ones theyd been sharing. A little more impatient.
She matched his impatience with a roughness of her own, an exhilarating thrust and parry that roused him all the more.
But then she broke away, panting as if shed been wrestling rather than kissing. I know youre right. I do think too much. And youre right about our kisses, too. She paused to catch her breath, her eyes luminous, her color high, her hair tousled and sexy. Just kissing you makes me hotter thanthanoh, never mind.
She initiated the kiss this time.
Fire leaped within him, and his next kiss pressed her back against the pillows. She groaned, wrapped an arm around his neck and arched against him. He rubbed a greedy hand over her breast until the tender peak stood high and tight and scraped across his palm.
She gasped, writhed and ran her silky knee up his thighup, up, up, to the tip of his erection, sending shards of heat through his groin.
With a sharp hiss of breath, he plunged his hand in a downward path toward the dark curls glistening between her thighs.
She caught his hand again, though, just shy of his destination, and held it. This is wrong. I cant let myself do this. She pulled away from him and scooted to the side of the bed.
Dazed and shaken, Cade watched in disbelief as she rose and pulled up her panties. Im sorry, Cade.
Sorry. Which meant she was doing it again! Just as she had in collegeleaving him all hot and bothered and half-crazed. Brynn, he said, his voice inhumanly gruff, what the hell are you doing?
Im going back to my room. She found her rumpled nightgown on the floor, slipped the filmy fabric over her head and smoothed it down her maddening body.
Why?
Because I cant jump into bed with you without even thinking about it.
He sprang from the bed, crossed the room in two long strides and trapped her against the dresser, anchoring his arms on either side of her. In case you dont remember, you did jump into bed with me without even thinking about it. You also stripped off your clothes, kissed me into a goddamn fever
I know, I know! She glanced at the erection straining beneath his briefs, and looked away with a guilty wince. Im sorry about that, but
What are you afraid of, Brynn?
Im not afraid.
Then what is it? A thought hit him, and he asked with a curious tightness in his jaw, Are you in love with someone else? The tightness spread to his chest. The guy who makes you think youre frigid?
No! She frowned at him, and relief rushed through his veins. Im not in love with anyone. And dont talk about Antoine that way.
Antoine? Hes French?
She nodded, and Cade scowled. There was something about Frenchmen that drove women a little crazy. If youre not in love with this Antoine, then whats stopping you from having sex with me? If you think you dont want to, youre lying to yourself.
Oh, I know I want to. Her voice had gone all throaty and her gaze warmed. Theres always been sexual chemistry between us. Ive never denied that.
Cade pressed closer, longing for the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body moving beneath his.
Her gaze grew apologetic, though, and he had to hold back a curse. Butwell She searched for words that clearly evaded her.
But what, damn it?
YoureCade Hunter.
He stared at her, nonplussed. What the hell did she mean by that? Before he was able to decipher the statement in any rational way, she ducked under his arm and fled across the room, her sheer gown billowing out behind her.
Thats no answer, he called, bewildered, riled and more sexually frustrated than hed thought humanly possible.
She didnt reply, stopping only to scoop up the keys shed dropped when she first entered the room.
He fisted his hands to keep from grabbing her and carrying her back to bed. If you walk out that door, Brynn, he warned, his voice harsh and uncompromising, dont
He stopped, precariously on the verge of saying, Dont come back to my room unless youre ready to make love.
As if she heard what hed left unsaid, she froze on the way to the door and turned a forbidding frown on him. Dontwhat?
Dontforget that yousaid you were going to think about itaboutfinishing what we started. He forced the impromptu words through a throat severely constricted by pent-up pressure. So, do that. Think about it.
She regarded him in clear surprise, then slowly nodded. I will. Bowing her head, she hurried out of his room.
Cade released an explosive breath, feeling as if hed stopped just short of driving blindly off a cliff. Hed come close to giving her the same ultimatum hed been cursing himself over for nine long years.
At least hed learned from his mistake.
And that just might have earned him what he now wanted more than anythingone more chance with her.
4
THE FIRST THING BRYNN DID the next morning was to order from a local health-food store a special combination of herbs shed taken back in college to help stop her sleepwalking. She wasnt sure if the herbs had worked, but she had eventually stopped the disturbing habit, so it seemed worth taking the concoction again.
She also dug through the crate of papers, letters and mementos shed kept from her college days until she found the meditation cassettes that might have helped, as well. Again, she wasnt sure that they had, but they certainly hadnt hurt.
She then called the nearest security company and ordered a computerized lock for her bedroom door that required fairly complex steps to open. Steps she couldnt possibly follow in her sleep. Hoping the new lock would keep her in her own bedroom at night, she paid an exorbitant fee to have it installed that day.
At least she would have control of her whereabouts at night. Any amount of money was worth ensuring that.
A workman arrived that morning. As Brynn watched him install the lock, she thought about last nights debacle. She couldnt believe shed gone to Cades room, stripped off her gown and climbed into bed with him. As humiliating as that loss of self-control had been, shed learned something shed wanted to know. Time had not glorified her memories of Cade. He still kindled an awesome heat in her that no one else ever had.
Should she explore that heat and see how far it could take her toward the bliss she remembered from long ago? Or should she forget about the utterly thrilling moments shed spent in his bed, and keep him at a distance?
It had taken her years to get over the emotional damage hed done to her, to forget her feelings for him, to convince herself she was better off without him. Now was not the time to backslide. And after being kissed into a sensual heat that still simmered in her blood, she was afraid she could easily do so.
She wished she didnt have to see Cade until she had decided what to do. Her duties, however, called for her to put in an appearance at the Friday lunch buffet.
She didnt stay long. Uncertain about her plans regarding him and feeling guilty for interrupting his sleep, then leaving him unsatisfied, she barely risked a glance at him while she chatted with the other guests. She escaped to her private suite as soon as possible with a sandwich and cup of cappuccino.
That was why she missed his startling revelation about himself, which sent Trish and Lexi scurrying to her sitting room immediately after lunch for an emergency meeting.
A travel journalist? Brynn frowned at her business partners as if theyd been lacing their coffee with too much Irish Cream again. Cade told you hes a journalist?
An author of four travel books. Trish tossed a business card into Brynns lap, on top of a stack of paperwork. Brynn set her work aside, curled her legs beside her on the armchair and read Cades card, while Lexi sank down onto the sofa and watched her face for a reaction.
Brynns incredulity grew. I had no idea. Cade majored in criminal justice in college. She glanced at her friends in wonder. Who knew that hed end up a writer?
And a photographer, Lexi said. He showed me the photos he took of the lakes and rivers around here, and theyre all gorgeous. Hes doing a series of books about his travels through the Southeast.
Brynn could barely believe it. The Cade shed known had shown very little interest in writing. He never mentioned this to me, she murmured, feeling as if she didnt know him at all. He always wanted to be a cop.
Guess he came to his senses, Trish theorized, her eyes brimming with excitement. Brynn hadnt seen her this interested in anything since their sorority days. You do realize what this means, dont you, Brynn?
What?
If hes impressed enough with our inn, hell put us in his book.
He includes all his favorite spots and experiences. Lexi sounded as excited at the prospect as Trish did. Restaurants, beaches, parks, gardenshistoric inns.
Ive already given him a printout of our inns history from the 1870s, Trish said. And, of course, he knows that Georgia has the oldest state-chartered university in America.
Hes been taking pictures of the house, Lexi said. He even had us pose with our guests at breakfast on the sunporch. I made sure he had a menu of my specialties, too, in case he wants to include it in his new book.
Trish dropped down onto the couch beside Lexi, and they beamed at each other in rare camaraderie. Brynn wasnt sure why she felt a twinge of foreboding at their excitement.
Anyway, Brynn, said Trish, we felt wed better talk to you about this so you can change your attitude.
My attitude?
Toward Cade. We think its important that you make him feel at home here. Welcomed. Pampered.
Brynn stared at her, aghast. Trish had no idea what she was asking.
Hes really not a bad guy, Brynnie. I know your relationship with him ended badly, and any time you want to talk about that, hon, you know Im here for you. Trish paused, looking both sympathetic and avidly curious. She clearly couldnt remember the details from nine years ago, and Brynn was glad. When she didnt avail herself of the opportunity to rehash her humiliation and heartbreak, Trish sighed in disappointment and went on. Hes a paying customer now, and he writes travel books. We have to treat him cordially.
Brynn wondered if climbing into bed with him last night could be considered cordial. And if hed add it to his list of favorite experiences. Highly doubtful. She forced back a hysterical giggle. I thought I was treating him cordially.
Trish and Lexi exchanged glances. Mrs. Hornsby told me that you nearly threw him out of the inn yesterday at tea, Trish said.
At the time I didnt know he was a registered guest.
And I saw for myself the way you were glaring at him in the foyer before I left for the evening. And today at lunch you greeted everyone except him. It was painfully obvious you were dissing him. Im sure he was humiliated.
Although he had sent her a searching stare, he hadnt looked humiliated at all to Brynn. Hed looked as if he might pull her aside and demand to know if she intended to sleep with him. Shed gathered that from one quick, sidelong glance that had left her uncomfortably warm and shaken. If I didnt greet him, it was just an oversight.
Oh, come on, Brynn. Its us youre talking to, Lexi chided, propping her sandaled feet with their toe rings and chain anklets on the ottoman of Brynns armchair.
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