Sweeping The Bride Away
Sweeping The Bride Away
Michele Dunaway
Cassidy Clayton had a case of the hots for Mr. Toolbelt, aka Blade Frederick, her contractor. But Blade wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. Bad-boy Blade wasn't even in her leaguebut their combustible chemistry made them both forget which side of the tracks they came from!Blade Frederick enjoyed seeing a rich girl get hot under the collar. They had something special between them, but Cassidy was forbidden territory. Blade knew their time was running outand so he had to make a decisionshould he let Cassidy make the biggest mistake of her life or tell her the truth about what was in his heart?
Im marrying someone else.
Im not disagreeing with you, Blade said. But I still think youre settling. You have passion, verve.
What do you know about me?
I know enough. His voice was quiet, cutting through the kitchen like a knife.
Cassidy whirled away from him and gripped the granite countertop.
Cassidy.
Something in the tone of his voice softened her.
Yes?
Are you afraid to turn around and look at me?
Actually, at that moment she was. All she had to do was stand in the room and she wanted him. He tempted her like chocolate cake, but she needed to remain true to her diet of bland. Slowly Cassidy turned around and looked at him, sensing the mistake the moment she did so.
Dear Reader,
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Also available this month is Sweeping the Bride Away by Michele Dunaway. A bride-to-be is all set to wed Mr. Boring until she hires a rugged contractor who makes her pulse race and gives her second thoughts about her upcoming nuptials. Rounding things out is Professor & the Pregnant Nanny by Emily Dalton. This heartwarming story pairs a single dad in need of a nanny for his three adorable children with a woman who is alone, pregnant and in need of a job.
Enjoy this months offerings as Mills & Boon American Romance continues to celebrate twenty years of publishing the best in contemporary category romance fiction. Be sure to come back next month for more stories guaranteed to touch your heart!
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Mills & Boon American Romance
Sweeping the Bride Away
Michele Dunaway
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dedicated to my father, Larry M. Smith (1936-2002),
who always believed in me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In first grade MICHELE DUNAWAY knew she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, and by second grade she wanted to be an author. By third grade she was determined to be both. Born and raised in a west county suburb of St. Louis, Michele recently moved to five acres in the rolling hills of Labadie. Shes traveled extensively, with the cities and places shes visited often becoming settings for her stories.
Michele currently teaches high school English, raises her two young daughters and describes herself as a woman who does too much but doesnt want to stop.
Michele loves to hear from readers, and you can visit her Web site at www.micheledunaway.com (http://www.micheledunaway.com) or write to her at P.O. Box 45, Labadie, MO 63055. Please enclose a SASE.
Books by Michele Dunaway
MILLS & BOON AMERICAN ROMANCE
848A LITTLE OFFICE ROMANCE
900TAMING THE TABLOID HEIRESS
921THE SIMPLY SCANDALOUS PRINCESS
931CATCHING THE CORPORATE PLAYBOY
963SWEEPING THE BRIDE AWAY
A Bride-to-bes Dos and Donts
Do
listen to everything your busybody future mother-in-law has to say.
go to dress fittings even though your wedding attire makes you look like a cumulus cloud.
have fun with girlfriends before the wedding (especially to encourage them to find their own Mr. Perfect).
write your future married name repeatedly.
Dont
stare at the good-looking contractor whos working on your house.
even think about wearing his tool belt.
contemplate long walks on the beach with your good-looking contractor.
believe everything your fianc says. Looks can be deceiving.
Contents
Chapter One (#u146eb2a7-6aa6-591d-8757-9adf7bc6131c)
Chapter Two (#u1707998b-697c-573f-96f6-f87b9d0363f7)
Chapter Three (#u4182cb67-731c-5530-b236-0d249effa194)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Mistake number one had been letting Lillian Morris, neighbor from hell and her future mother-in-law, in the front door. Yes, it would have been much better to have just ignored the doorbell and pretended she wasnt home. But Cassidy Clayton had been waiting for the city building inspector, and when shed opened the door, unfortunately he hadnt been standing on the other side.
Cassidy looked at her fiancs mother and grimaced. Once again, this time within five seconds after Lillians arrival, Cassidy had been hit up to set an exact wedding date.
Im not sure, she said slowly, for it was always wise to choose your words carefully around Lillian, exactly, if Dan and I want to marry this June. We havent discussed it. After all, weve only been engaged two months. I was thinking more like October. Thats eight months from now.
Lillian Morris peered over her horn-rimmed glasses and with a dismissive wave brushed off Cassidys concerns.
Darling Cassidy, engagements should be short. Yours can be even shorter than normal, given that youve known my son all your life. Besides, a June wedding is perfect for you and Dan. Even Ed, Lillian mentioned her husband, agrees with me. Hes going to announce Lukes candidacy for senate right after the best mans wedding toast. Of course, Dan already agreed that his brother, Luke, would be best man. Its only fitting.
Great. Before Cassidy could even fully open her mouth to remind Lillian whose wedding it was supposed to be, Lillian went right on. After all, Dan was her baby boy.
Besides, Lillian said, Dan and I discussed it just last night and he agreed that June is perfect. Of course he wants to see his older brother win the senate race and keep the seat in the family. Luke would be the third generation you know. And well hold the reception at the Diamond Country Club. Ive already contacted the manager, booked the room and arranged the menu. Well be starting with roving waiters carrying trays of appetizers that are
If only for a brief moment, the doorbells ringing interrupted Lillians prattle. The older woman blinked, as if startled, as she glanced at Cassidy. Are you expecting anyone?
Even the devil himself was welcome at this moment. City building inspector, Cassidy replied as she rose from the overstuffed armchair that had been her mothers latest attempt at redecorating.
Lillian nodded. Oh, that makes sense. I had wondered why you were here. Usually youre at work by now. Lillian waved her hand dramatically around Cassidys family home.
You must be so grateful, Cassidy, to have sold this albatross. Id imagine it gives you terrible memories, especially with your father divorcing your mother clear out of the blue like that after what, thirty-seven years of marriage? No wonder she took off for Cannes. Id do the same. Not that my Ed would ever leave me. Some marriages are just meant to last. But Ive always been lucky. I hope your mother isnt taking too much of a loss on the property. She should have fetched quite a price for this neighborhood, especially selling it furnished like that.
Cassidys smile tightened. Next-door neighbors for almost twenty-five years, Cassidys mother had always said that if Senator Ed Morris had thought divorcing his wife was less of a liability than was keeping her, then the tactless Lillian would have already been history.
Cassidy opened the front door. The elderly inspector standing between the columns looked like a smaller version of Santa Claus. Cassidy sighed. He seemed harmless enough. Grateful for the welcome diversion from Lillian and the already insane wedding planning, she bade him to come in without shooing Lillian out. Right after that, Cassidy discovered that not getting rid of Lillian was mistake number two.
FOUR HOURS LATER Cassidy tossed her handbag onto the wooden bar. It landed with a thump, nearly knocking the half-empty bowl of peanuts off the other side. She ignored the curious look crossing the face of the man seated to her right.
Bud Light. The words coming from her lips sounded foreign to her own ears.
But the bartender simply nodded as if dodging flying peanuts was the norm, and without a word of judgment, she took a beer from the cooler, removed the top and handed over the longneck bottle.
Cassidy placed the cold brown glass to her lips and took a long slow slip of the golden liquid. Normally she avoided beer, but today an ice-cold one sounded like just the medicine she needed. Besides, it would serve her fianc and his silly mother right. When she was with them she only drank wine, for in their crowd domestic beer was frowned upon as something bourgeois. As if millions of Americans who tossed cold ones back every night could be wrong.
Oh well, drinking beer could be mistake number three in her perfectly ordered world. With satisfaction Cassidy mulled over that thought. After all, what else could happen?
Thanks to Lillians inane prattle to the building inspector, which caused him to find even more code violations to cite, Cassie now had a multitude of problems all needing to be repaired by the home closing date in just two weeks time. If the code violations werent fixed, the house sale couldnt be completed, and she couldnt take a well-deserved vacation and close on her cute new condo in Clear Lake.
Cassidy took another long sip. The building inspector hadnt missed a thing. She had to do everything from painting to fixing a cracked concrete pad under a screened-in porch.
Closing her eyes, Cassidy again let the cool liquid slide down her throat. Perfect. She opened her eyes. At least this one thing was what she needed, which was good because right now the rest of her life was absolutely falling apart.
And, of course, Sara wasnt on time, and that was after Cassidy, preparing for her former college roommates perpetual lateness, had arrived fifteen minutes past their designated meeting time of seven oclock. There was nothing Cassidy hated more than sitting in a bar by herself.
Making the best of it, she took another long swallow and drummed her manicured fingernails on the bar as she surveyed the place Sara had picked out. No one will know you there, Sara had said after Cassidy had called her in the throes of desperation. Now after seeing the place for herself, Cassidy couldnt agree more. As an image consultant, shed helped some of Houstons elite refine their images, and this wasnt where anyone worth their salt would ever be caught dead.
At least it wasnt smoky, although that was about all it had going for it. There was no question that the place was a dive. The wooden tables had seen better days, the chairs were vinyl, and the waitress sported a tattoo under her Harley-Davidson T-shirt. All that was missing was sawdust covering the floor and musicians behind chicken wire.
You know, most people at least try to relax when they come into a bar.
Cassidy turned toward the deep silken tone coming from the man seated to her right. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Excuse me?
Perhaps, as long as you relax a little, he said, his drawl rolling over her in waves. He grinned, and inwardly Cassidy groaned. Not another one.
Ever since shed been a cheerleader in high school shed attracted the wrong type of men like a refrigerator door attracted magnets. But at least this one was attractive. More than attractive.
From where he was sitting on the stool, he looked as if he would tower over her by at least a foot. His body was lean and wiry, and his shoulders were wide and broad. She liked that. Too bad his upper body was covered by a T-shirt that looked as if had been laundered too many times.
He twisted his beer in his hand, and Cassidy shivered despite herself. Maybe the air-conditioning inside the bar was set too high.
Can I buy you another one? Without waiting for her answer, he gestured to the bartender.
As he smiled again, Cassidy immediately gave him credit for having wide sensual lips, twinkling dimples and a roman nose that wasnt too long. Too bad she wasnt interested in men with dark-brown eyebrows and eyelashes, no matter how deep and sensual his greenish-blue eyes. Bedroom eyes. For thats what they were, given the blood racing in her body. She made a show of studying her fingernails.
No, she told herself, as she tried to ignore the mans magnetism, her fianc Dan suited her just fine. At five-eight Dan only stood two inches taller than she. She could look Dan right in the eye. Plus he was always impeccably tailored, and his profession allowed him to keep his hands clean, unlike the man next to her, whose cuticles looked as if theyd recently seen some hard washing with Fast Orange.
Besides, she rationalized, shed been dating Dan for more than two years now, and that was after theyd been friends forever. Hed been the boy next door of her childhood, and no one had been surprised when hed proposed to her with a flawless diamond in the middle of the annual Morris New Years Eve party. Even better, Dan was easy, comfortable, not at all unsettling like the man seated next to her.
She hadnt been this unsettled sinceShe brushed that thought aside. In college shed learned that burning passion did just thatburn you and leave you singed.
Still, Cassidy had been raised in the spirit of Texan hospitality, and the man had just bought her a beer. She gave him a courteous smile and made her tone politely neutral. Thank you.
No problem. He shrugged, as if it were a gesture he made all the time. You look like you had a hard day.
It had been hard, but Cassidy was loath to tell him that. Shed learned long ago not to engage men in bars with idle chitchat. It always gave them the wrong ideas. Besides, would the man really care about her problems?
Doubtful. Even Dan didnt think the fact that Cassidys parents were divorcing after thirty-seven years of marriage was a big deal. After all, her well-to-do parents had been estranged for years. Her mother just hadnt looked the other way this time.
Cat got your tongue, he observed. He signaled the bartender. Bring me my regular, okay, Dee?
Sure, Blade, she replied with a warm smile.
My dinner, he offered, seeing Cassidys look.
Cassidy nodded benignly and pinned her gaze to the door. Just where was Sara, anyway? She was never this late.
He ignored her nonverbal cue.
Say, would you like something to eat? The food here is actually pretty good. I can personally recommend the strip steak. Its the best around.
She drew herself up and chilled her posture, sending down her nose the ice maiden look shed perfected long ago. No thanks, she replied. Perhaps now hed get the idea.
At her change in posture, Blade Frederick almost wanted to laugh at the irony of it. For once he hated being right. For once, why couldnt he be wrong?
Nope.
Not this time. Hed pegged her from the moment shed arrived in his bar. One of those upper-crust women, slumming in an environment not her own, for reasons she felt like keeping to herself. Perhaps she was having second thoughts about her perfect life. Maybe wedding-day jitters?
His beer tasted stale in his mouth as he studied her left hand. Judging by the Rock of Gibraltar diamond on her third finger, no wonder she didnt want to be noticed, or bothered, either.
Although not noticing her was damn near impossible.
Her suit, especially its short skirt, showed off her figure perfectly. With her long blond hair she could rival a Barbie doll for perfection. Being raised around the fake stuff, he could tell natural color when he saw it, and she had it. Hed wager money on it, and nowadays that was something he had plenty of to spare.
Since shed walked into his place, shed judged and juried him into a neat little box, a box hed long ago broken out of. He didnt like her assumptions of who he was, but what the hell. When whoever she was waiting for finally arrived, shed be gone. Just this once he might as well act the part shed already assigned to him, a persona hed long ago shed.
You know, darlin, he drawled, you really should eat something if youre going to be slamming those beers down that fast.
That got a rise out of her. He grinned. Yep, she was one of those high-and-mighty ones. She may have him pegged wrong, but he hadnt made a mistake. He sure had her number.
Excuse me? Those golden eyebrows of hers arched again, and despite himself, Blade felt a bit of glee at getting a rise out of her.
He knew he shouldnt delight in it, but after being looked down upon by the high and mighty of Scott Creek while he grew up, it was fun to toy with a woman of her class knowing that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. No matter what, he knew her type and her game, and never again would he let a woman out of her perfect world slum with his heart.
She continued to glare at him, and he found himself staring into her baby-blue eyes. Damn, she was pretty. But they always were.
God built them that way just to torment men. Blade shifted, trying to get that image out of his head and his now tightening jeans.
Look, I didnt come here to eat but to meet someone, she said in a haughty tone that bordered on indignation. Blade bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from chuckling at her. She was too cute. And since we do not know each other, and Id like to keep it that way, please refrain from stating your opinion on my activities.
The smile hed been trying to restrain cracked open. You almost sent the peanuts flying with your purse, honey. I was just concerned for Dees safety. Shes the best bartender around.
Thanks, Blade, Dee called from where she was wiping up a residual beer ring.
Cassidy swung around toward him, her hosiery-clad legs connecting with his. She didnt seem to notice, but he did. Immediately.
Her baby blues flashed fire. You think Im dangerous after two beers? Since you have no idea who I am or what I can do or how much I can drink, your opinion is best kept to yourself.
Worrying about her drinking was now the last thing on his mind. His mind had headed south, and he wondered if she could feel the heat rising from his jean-clad thighs simply because of her touch. He suddenly hoped not. He hadnt gotten this much of a rise from a woman in a long time, and despite himself, he wanted to prolong it.
Most people value my opinion, he drawled, giving her his best wink. If hed worn his Resistol, hed have tipped the cowboy hats brim to her.
She recoiled as if shed seen a snake. I am not most people.
He could agree with her there. Actually, she was different from the others hed met of her class. She had spunk, style. Perhaps his first impression of her had been wrong. He didnt mind being wrong, not in this case.
A slow smile edged across his face. Shed said she wasnt most people, meaning she didnt value his opinion. He had the perfect reply. Then that makes you one of the few that dont know better.
If she werent waiting for Sara, Cassidy would have shown him her beer up close and personal by dumping it in his lap. She bit her tongue from the barbaric reply that sprang to her lips, and instead replied through clenched teeth.
I see your mother forgot to raise you with manners.
He had to give her credit. She was fast on her feet. But so was he, and he was enjoying this challenge way too much. It had been a long time since hed met a woman who could match wits and spar with him. What I lack in manners, maam, I make up for in other areas.
Really. Those areas were not something she wanted to think about, but unable to resist his bait, she exaggerated her Texan drawl to match his. Too bad Im so unimpressed with any of the areas I see.
The electricity between them sizzled. His voice silky, he drawled, Then perhaps you should investigate the areas you dont see. Im sure youll find something to your liking.
Her legs pressed even more into his, and she deliberately allowed her gaze to rove over his body. Nah. Those dont interest me, either.
He arched an eyebrow at her and laughed. He hadnt seen this much spirit and spunk in a woman in a long time. He had to admit, it intrigued him. Better, she intrigued him. He had judged her too quickly, and now he wanted to peel off her layers in more ways than one.
Besides, he would remain in control. He was all grown-up and practiced in the art of womanly wiles now.
Cassidy bristled, annoyed at his obvious ease. Still she maintained her outward composure as she dug a little deeper. What, a woman not being interested isnt a reply you hear every day?
Cant say that it is. He signaled for another round of longnecks and his expression sobered. Seriously, though, why dont we make peace and then you can tell me whats got you in such a foul mood.
Cassidy blinked at him, her suspicion obvious at the sudden shift of conversation. Oh, what the hell. It could be mistake number four, or was she now on five? Shed lost count, and all she knew was that she needed to vent, and Sara sure wasnt around.
Suddenly noticing that her legs were touching his, she moved herself a safe distance away. Her body immediately missed his touch, and Cassidy frowned. That wasnt a feeling she should be having. She found her safe topic. I had the house Im selling inspected by the city today.
He nodded his understanding. I should have guessed. Hit you hard, did he?
Four pages worth of predications, she replied, reaching for the bottle of beer the waitress deposited in front of her.
He whistled low. Not good.
Youre telling me, Cassidy replied, her comfort level with him escalating.
Finally, here was someone who actually understood. Dan had been too busy with some project to talk to her. Not even her real estate agent had been sympathetic, and she stood to make a huge commission from the deal. Blades roast beef sandwich arrived, and it did look good. Cassidys eyes glazed as she stared at it. Maybe she should eat something. I thought you recommended the strip steak.
I do, but my usual is roast beef. He dipped the French bread roll in the juice, and Cassidys mouth started watering as he raised the morsel to his lips.
He gestured with a French fry. So you were saying, about the house?
She blinked as the French fry disappeared. Darn her. Shed been staring at his lips! Oh. Right. Its all Lillians fault.
Lillian? His dark-brown eyebrow shot up and Cassidy again noticed his eyes. Those bedroom blues had turned boardroom. He was actually interested in what she was saying. Danger signals went off in her head. Whoa, she thought. Time to stop drinking beer.
She reached for the plastic dish holding the remaining peanuts. She should at least eat something. Lillians my mother-in-law. Well, shes not my mother-in-law. Not yet. Not ever if I could help it. She means well, but
Cassidy shuddered. Immediately forgetting her resolve, she took another sip of her third beer. She tried to gather her thoughts and retrench. Had she just criticized Lillian aloud? She kept talking and the more she talked, the more he wrote.
The inspector certainly hadnt been impressed that Lillian had been the wife of Senator Ed Morris of Texas, or that she lived next door, or that she could get him fired. Hed just kept writing, turning the paper over, filling the back, and then beginning a new sheet.
Even worse, Lillian had remained calm about the whole thing.
Youll just need to build a new house, Lillian had said. Ill talk to Ed and Dan about it tonight. If you contracted for one now it might be ready when you come home from your honeymoon. A month in Alaska, doesnt that sound wonderful? June is the perfect month to see Alaska. Itll be Eds and my gift to you both.
At that moment Cassidy was glad shed never taken advantage of Texass concealed carry law.
Sounds pretty bad, the man next to her sympathized as she finished the story.
It is, Cassidy said. He finished his sandwich, and her mouth went dry. What had gotten into her? Shed just told him everything. She never did that. She never drank beer, either, or held conversations with strange but attractive guys in a bar. She blinked. He was gorgeous, enough to be a calendar pinup. She shoved another handful of peanuts into her mouth. Sober. She needed to be sober.
Look, he began, I know some handymen who can help you out. I can call them and
Oh no, Cassidy managed through the mouthful of peanuts. She shook her head firmly and cut him off. Do not accept favors from strangers in bars. Especially good-looking men like him that would break your heart. Rule number thirteen or something like that in the Single Womans Guide tosomething or other. No. No. She couldnt believe she sounded so nervous. Thanks for offering, but Ill take care of it.
Somehow she would, although frankly, she had no idea how. Maybe one just looked up handymen under the letter H in the yellow pages.
Here. Cassidy almost jumped out of her skin as he handed her a small card. Why was he making her so nervous? Even she could see that it was only a business card. People handed her business cards all the time.
Uh, she stammered, suddenly feeling the urgent need to flee and get out from his magnetic proximity. It was either that or kiss him. Where had that thought come from? She would never drink beer again. Ever.
Take my card, he said. Then he reached forward and uncurled her fingers. Never had a man violated her personal space like this.
But the rage at his invasion of her space didnt come. Instead Cassidy felt heat flow through her. Underneath his touch all rational thought evaporated as he closed her fingers around the card. Call me if you need me.
Oh, I do, she thought, heat rising into her face. At least the words hadnt been voiced.
Wait! What was she doing? What was she thinking? Dan. Think of Dan. Thats right. Think of nice, safe Dan who never made her quiver like this. The thought evaporated as Sara walked in the door. Relief filled Cassidy. Finally.
Look, theres my friend. Cassidy jerked her hand away from his, her fingers instantly missing the heat of touching his. She shoved his card in her purse and edged her way off the bar stool. Thanks for the drink. Enjoy your dinner. Grabbing her beer, she tottered over to meet Sara.
With a mixture of relief and frustration Blade watched her walk away. Relief filled him because she had been one of those women and hed actually found himself enjoying the conversation with her. Frustration filled him for just about the exact same reason. She was one of those women, and hed been enjoying the conversation with her. Would he never learn?
Dee came over and stood for a second as they both watched the two women take a seat at a back booth.
How was the food? Dee asked.
Fine, Blade replied.
Dees expression, as she looked down her nose at him, said it all. Just fine?
You know it was great, like always. He shoved the empty basket toward her, his concentration still on the woman hed just been sitting next to.
Pretty thing, Dee observed, following his gaze. She could take those liberties. Blade had hired her four years ago when hed bought the place from the elderly man who owned it. Greg had wanted to retire, and Blade, flush with money, had seen the need to own something that wasnt just concrete and steel.
So did you get her phone number?
Please, Dee. I dont even know her name.
Dee dropped the basket on a tray beneath the bar. You sure looked like you were getting friendly with her.
Blade gave a short, bitter laugh. Please, he said, denying the attraction hed felt, that he still felt. Shes not my type. Heck, she doesnt even belong here. Can you see her in the back room shooting pool?
Dee cocked her head and watched as the other waitress, Lisa, took the womens order. Maybe not, Dee replied. But looks can be deceiving.
He turned back around so he couldnt see the women, especially her, anymore. Ive never discovered that to be true, Blade protested, already knowing that whoever she was, shed gotten under his skin.
At that lie, Dee simply shook her head and walked away.
SO WHOS THE GUY?
Cassidys fork hovered over her strip steak. You mean Dan?
No, not him. Sara said. She pushed a dark hair off of her face. The guy at the bar who keeps staring at you every few minutes. You were sitting by him when I arrived.
I dont know him, Cassidy said, spearing her cut piece of meat with such a force that Sara leaned back.
Well for not knowing him, he sure got under your skin.
He did not, Cassidy said with a vigorous shake of her head. Hes just a guy sitting at the bar, thats all. If youd been on time, I wouldnt have even been talking to him. You werent even your usual fashionably late self.
No, but my extremely late self got you next to him, Sara said. She let her gaze rove over him, and Cassidy found herself bristling. Man, hes hot. Id do him.
Sara!
What? Sara looked taken back, as if surprised at the force of Cassidys reaction.
Youre married.
Only until the divorce paperworks final, Sara said. Believe me, Im allowed to look.
Cassidy knew that. Never had she been so rattled. It had to be the beer. She stared at the empty bottle in front of her. Shed stopped at three, thank goodness.
Sara turned slightly so shed have a better view. Cassidy watched as Sara put the end of her pinkie finger in between her teeth and gazed over toward the guy again. I mean, hes hot. And you know what they say, that you can tell a guys size by the distance between his thumb and pinkie. From the look of his hands
Sara! Cassidy put her fork down.
Saras brow furrowed. Come on, Cass. Lighten up. You were never this prudish in college.
I wasnt engaged then, Cassidy said.
Yeah, well you shouldnt be engaged now, either.
Sara! Cassidy realized shed shouted that last one at her former roommate.
Sorry, Cass. You know me. I call them the way I see them. All your friends are married, and now youre settling down just because its the right thing to do. Believe me, I settled, and look what happened. He cheated on me right from the start.
I am not settling, Cassidy protested. I love Dan.
Dan is dull, Sara said. Hes like dishwater. You need it, but you dont want to keep it.
I love Dan.
Yeah, as a brother, Sara said. I think that youve waited so long for Mr. Right youre settling for Mr. Wrong. Come on, you cant tell me that you dont think that guy over there is to die for.
Cassidy couldnt get her lips to voice the lie. Instead she found another argument tack. Yeah, but look where passion got me last time. Jeff the jerk.
Sara nodded, but didnt concede. Id forgotten about good old J.J. No offense but he was a loser.
Yeah, but passionate. He swept me off my feet and burned me bad.
True. Sara thought for a second. But we all go through the bad ones to find the good ones. Consider J.J. a learning experience.
Cassidy shook her head. I dont have time for more learning experiences. I want children and a family. Im twenty-eight. Dan is perfect.
He was. She jutted her chin forward stubbornly.
Sara simply shook her head. I hope for your sake youre right.
I am, Cassidy said. As long as I dont run into that guy again.
Shed throw his business card away as soon as she got home.
IMAGE CONSULTANTS were not supposed to have hangovers. In fact, no one was supposed to have a hangover after only three longneck bottles of beer, then dinner and then another two hours of conversation with only water to drink before either she or Sara had done any driving home. Even that guy had left long before she had.
Cassidy rolled over and shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight pouring in her bedroom windows. Lillians mantra suddenly filled her mind. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Make the best of it.
With that annoying thought, Cassidy sat up straight in bed. Today already sucked, and if today was a crystal ball of the future then she wanted no part of it. She blinked and glanced at the alarm clock7:00 a.m. Great. Her alarm wasnt scheduled to go off for at least another fifteen minutes.
Figured. She hadnt even slept in.
Cassidy flopped back on the pillows and covered her eyes with her arm. Not that she could go back to sleep, anyway. The only concession was that shed slept soundly, with no dreams of said men to haunt her.
Begrudgingly she rolled out of bed, hit the shower and within forty minutes had seated herself at the breakfast table with the yellow pages.
As she munched a grape-jelly-covered bagel, she frowned. By the time shed finished the last of the bagel, she was sure lines ridged her brow, as well, creating a look her mother had always chided would give her premature wrinkles.
The yellow pages listed hundreds of contractors, and Cassidy had no clue whatsoever who to call.
Three hours later, after dialing for over an hour, she faced failure.
Your problems are too small, one contractor had said. We dont handle residential, anothers haughty secretary had replied. We cant put you on the schedule for at least three weeks, most had told her.
She was already at the Hs. She rose and faced her nightmare. Two steps took her to the stainless steel trash compactor. Shed run it last night when shed gotten home.
Grimacing, she opened it up. Gingerly she picked through the remnants, finally finding the tiny cardstock paper she was looking for.
Glad the sauce had been white not red, she brushed off a leftover fettuccini noodle and read the words embossed.
J & B Construction. Blade Frederick, President.
Rather a fancy title to disguise what was probably a sole-proprietorship. She shivered as her gaze swept over the card again. His name was Blade.
Shed briefly heard it once or twice at the bar, but it hadnt really registered. It did now, and his name fit. Saras prophetic words came rushing back, and Cassidy dropped the card back into the trash compactor.
She couldnt call him.
She stared at the card, lying faceup on the congealing fettuccine Alfredo. She had to call him. She had no choice. Besides, he said he would recommend a handyman, not do the work himself.
Inaction paralyzed her, and finally anger overtook her. She was being silly. Last night had just been too much beer and too much of feeling sorry for herself because of her home situation.
She grabbed the card back out of the compactor and kicked the stainless steel door closed.
Shed simply make it clear toBlade that she needed his help and that she wasnt interested in any of his other services.
Besides, over the phone she wouldnt be tempted to look at his hands and wonder if
She brushed that distracting thought aside as she swore never to drink beer again. I can do this, Cassidy whispered the pep talk to herself as she reached for the phone. She dialed the number for J & B Construction. Besides, itll be fine, she told herself. After yesterday I deserve a break.
Chapter Two
Blade needed a break, and not an endless coffee break like his secretary still seemed to be on. Bidding onand winningthe job to build the states newest revenue office should have been a piece of cake. But it wasnt turning out that way, and Jake was annoyed.
Blade hated it when Jake, his best friend and business partner, was annoyed. It always spelled trouble.
Were up against D. W. Braun, and its down to just us two, Jake said.
Blade sat forward, letting the back of his leather chair thump him gently in the back. He knew there was more. What do they have on our bid?
Im not sure. His partner, and technically the company co-president, paced the room anxiously. Ive heard on the street that D.W.s put money into some political campaigns.
Figures. Blade gritted his teeth. So much for the lowest bidder.
Come on, Blade, we know its rarely the lowest bidder. Its the bidder with the longest tentacles who can justify all the expenses and pad the congressmens pockets. Thats why public projects always run over budget.
Not with our company.
Of course not. Jake knew Blade was as honest and ethical as they came, and their company had a reputation for the same. But weve only been bidding on public projects for the past two years. Were new in this arena. We usually do private, like the renovation of the old Caferelli warehouse into an upscale hotel and lofts.
I want this project, Blade said. We have the best design and the best company for the job. I want to see us diversify from just office buildings and 200,000-square-foot retail developments.
Exactly, Jake agreed with a short nod. We want to diversify. To do that weve got to get out there on the social scene. Make some political contacts. Show them were serious about running with the big boys.
Thats your job. Blade took a mechanical pencil and tapped it, top down, on the mahogany desk. I may own a half dozen custom suits, but I dont wear them unless I have to. You win jobsI work the field and make sure we come in under budget and on time.
Yeah, but we want to continue to grow, dont we?
Grow? Blade snorted his disbelief. Were the fastest growing commercial contractor in the nation. We did two billion in revenue last year.
Exactly. Two million less than the year before. Jake sounded as if two million was the end of the world. Come on, Blade. I want this company to be one of the top in the country, and so do you. Right now were number ten in Houston and thirty-third in the nation.
And were not satisfied with that? Blade asked. Their growth had been so phenomenal theyd passed companies in business for generations, not a mere eighteen years.
Of course were not satisfied, Jake replied. We made a goal when we graduated high school that wed never settle. Remember?
The ringing of Blades desk phone interrupted the conversation. He frowned. Hed left orders not to be disturbed. Obviously the temp at the front reception desk had screwed up again. Already this morning shed disconnected three important calls.
Blade checked his tone. No use scaring the temp. He could replace her tomorrow. Better yet, hed have his secretary do it. Hello?
Hello, the female voice on the phone said slowly. Blade stopped tapping the pencil. Not the temp, and not one of his former girlfriends. He would have recognized one of their voices. Still, the voice sounded oddly familiar.
Ive gotten lost in the phone system twice now. I want to speak with Blade Frederick about fixing some code violations.
Great. The temp had screwed up. J & B did not do code violation repairs.
Lady, were Blade began, but she cut him off before he could finish.
Please, she said, her voice a breathy rush. I need Blade Frederick. He said he could help me and Ive tried everyone else. I have four pages of predications. You should have seen the guy. He just kept writing. If it werent for Lillian I never would have been in this fix.
On the other end of the phone Cassidy bit her tongue. Had she just said that, again?
In his office Blade waved off Jakes curious look and silent whisper of Who is it?
It was the girl from last night, and no, Blade himself couldnt believe it. Shed called. Last night hed left the bar long before she had, and hed spent a sleepless night dreaming of her. He hadnt woken up in a hot sweat like that since hed been a randy teenager.
And shed called. Unbelievable. Hed certainly lost that bet with himself.
He steadied his tone before speaking. No use giving away too much yet. You do know were a commercial contractor.
Sitting in her home office, Cassidy had no idea what that meant. No, she said. Look, I need to talk to Blade. I need him.
Blade shifted. That was not an image he needed at 11:00 a.m. Didnt she know what a seductive voice she had? He should tell her she had him. Youve got him.
Oh. Cassidy never felt so out of her element.
Look, Im a little busy right now, but how about you fax the list to me and Ill take a look at them?
Cassidy shifted the cordless phone to her other ear. So much for worrying about him hitting on her. Far from it.
All right, she replied, her ego just a bit dented that shed worried for nothing. She fingered the list that sat on her desk. Whats your fax number?
Blade gave it to her. Ill send it right over, Cassidy said. I cant thank you enough. My neighbor Lillian, I told you about her, she kept telling the inspector she was a senators wife. The more she talked, the more he wrote.
Hed heard all that before. Fax it over and give me a number where I can reach you.
Okay, Cassidy replied. Oh. By the way, Im Cassidy.
Great, Cassidy, Blade said, deliberately keeping his tone professional. Send it over and Ill get back to you.
Uh, thanks.
No problem. Blade set down the phone before she had a chance to say anything else. He chuckled.
What is it? Jake asked.
Blade leaned back in his swivel chair and linked his hands behind his head. I met this woman in the bar last night. Pretty thing, one of those rich women who live around the medical center and Rice University. The building inspector hit her up for four pages of violations.
Jake gave a low whistle. And she called you?
Blade stretched and shook his head before he sat forward. Well, I gave her my card.
Jake looked impressed. You dog. I didnt think you still had it in you. Youve been out of the scene awhile.
Yeah, well, I told her Id find her a handyman. I really didnt think shed call.
She probably figured out how much youre worth.
Thats the funny part. She has no clue. She wants me to find someone to fix her home predications. She thinks Im some redneck, not a CEO.
But you didnt correct her. You told her to fax you. Suddenly Jake laughed as Blade grinned. Youre a devil, Blade. Just wanted to know if you still had it, huh?
Yeah, well, Blade changed that subject, besides it really isnt her fault. I kind of feel sorry for her. Her fiancs mother kept telling the city inspector she was married to a senator or something. So dont get your hopes up. Ill help her find a contractor, but thats all.
Jakes ears perked up, and he ignored the last part of Blades explanation. Senator? Did you say senator?
Fire alarms pealed in Blades head. Dont look at me like that. Weve been friends for too long. You should be warning me off. Shes set to be married.
Thats irrelevant. I like married women. They dont want to settle down, just play. Which senator?
Blade had long ago given up on Jake and his morals of an alley cat. I dont know. All I remember is that his wifes name is Lillian.
Jakes jaw dropped and he stared at Blade. Lillian Morris?
Blade arched an eyebrow. You know her?
Everyone knows Lillian whether they want to or not. Shes a firebrand who gets her way because shell just run you over if you dont move.
Blade shrugged. Whatever. She didnt make much of an impression on the building inspector.
Jake blinked in surprise. Thats because he hasnt learned better. I bet hell never make that mistake again.
Anyway, Ill look at the predications, and Ill call her and find someone to fix them for her. I offered to do it last night in the bar. My mother raised me to be a gentleman.
Yeah, when she was home. Anyway, while youre being so ignoble, why dont you just hit the lady up for an invitation to meet the infamous Lillian. Senator Morris has a lot of pull in this town. We could use the connection.
That didnt sound good. How about you meet the famous Lillian?
Jakes smile turned wicked. Maybe I will. You described the girl on the phone as a pretty thing, but I know you. Shes hot, isnt she?
Blade shifted. Sure hed describe Cassidy as hot, but that sounded so cheap. She was beautiful, an image of perfection, just as hed thought last night.
Jakes gray eyes gleamed at Blades silence. I think I want to meet her. After all, it is my job to make contacts.
The idea of Jake, whom he liked a lot but wouldnt set up with his sister even if he had one, didnt sit well at all. No, the idea of Jake meeting the lady from the night before, Cassidy, didnt sit well at all.
Ill do it, Blade said simply, his decision instantaneous. Ill get you a meeting with Senator Morris, and you take it from there. There, that solution sounded just fine.
Sending Jake after Cassidy was like sending Christians to the lions.
Jake grinned. Blade, my man, we are now on our way into Houston old money society, and I have just the plan to get us there.
Blade frowned. Jakes ideas involving women and Blade often backfired. Yeah, well lets hope it doesnt leave a bad taste in my mouth.
Money never leaves a bad taste, Blade, Jake chided. Its time you learned that. Yep, high time you learned that, especially when the babe is hot. Now you listen to me, and Ill tell you what we are going to do.
CASSIDY COULDNT BELIEVE her luck. A man named Jake from J & B Construction had called and told her that his company would do her work. Even better, hed told her that J & B was licensed by the city and oversaw a crew that would do the job.
She pushed a loose strand of blond hair back off of her face. Jake had told her someone would come over at four-thirty. Shed be his last appointment of the day.
The doorbell rang, and she threw it open.
I saw your car and since I knew you were home, I came over to discuss the flowers.
Lillian! Cassidy managed to step out of the way before Lillian barged right in. Im meeting with the contractor.
Lillian stopped and peered over her glasses. Is he here?
Not yet. Any minute.
Lillian didnt look too concerned. Well then, you have plenty of time.
No, I dont. Cassidy tried anyway, but as always, protests with Lillian were useless.
I talked it over with Dan this morning and he agreed with me.
Of course he had, Cassidy thought. Hed just smiled and nodded, just like his father did when Lillian got her teeth into something.
Orchids. Well be doing orchids. I think thats the perfect flower, and well get them at Estelles. All I need to tell her is the color, although honestly I think well be sticking with pure white. You do agree white is best, dont you?
Sure, Cassidy said in resignation, giving Lillian a smile and a nod. Anything to get Lillian out of the house.
The last thing Cassidy needed was Lillian scaring off the contractor. Shed done enough damage with the city inspector.
Excellent. Ive also booked the church for 3:00 p.m., June 10. An afternoon wedding is best, and your rehearsal dinner is the night before. Im still choosing the location. I cant decide between The Ryan Room or Gillamaines. Lillian stopped to draw a rare breath. We also have a private appointment tomorrow evening at Monicas Boutique to find you an appropriate wedding dress.
I thought Id wear my mothers dress, Cassidy said. Its in a box in the attic, and
Lillians mouth dropped open in surprise and she looked as if Cassidy had grown another head. That wont do, dear, especially with your parents getting divorced. Heavens, no. Lillian shook her head vehemently. Tomorrow evening at six. Well be the only ones in the shop. Ill pick you up at five. You know how traffic can be.
Cassidy gave Lillian another smile and nod before panic struck. Was that a truck pulling into the driveway? It was. Not good. Somehow Cassidy managed to usher Lillian to the door and got her through it. See you tomorrow, Lillian.
Cassidy leaned back against the door and took a moment to sigh with relief. Home safe.
Oh, you must be the contractor, she heard Lillian say.
Nope, out at third. Cassidy threw open the front door and walked out. The Ford 350 truck now sitting in her driveway looked as if it had known better days. Red with faded black lettering on the passenger side door, it proudly proclaimed to be from J & B Construction.
You are the contractor, right? Lillian asked.
That would be me, maam.
Great. Lillian was already engaging the contractor in conversation. Did the infernal woman ever stop talking? Cassidy bit her lip and sped up. Wearing heels didnt help.
Worse, once again shed had a mean thought about Lillian. That was so unlike herself. She usually had such good manners and polite thoughts.
And just when had the front walk gotten so long? Finally Cassidy reached the back of the truck. The contractor had his back to her, with Lillian facing him. He stood about six-six and had a nice posterior. Great, Cassidy thought. One night with Sara and now she was looking at everyone.
Cassidy paused just a moment, turning around to take a second look at something shed at first only caught in the periphery of her eye.
Just what did that homemade back license plate say? Power Strokers do it better? Dear Lord. Dont let Lillian see that.
Whats that license plate mean?
Too late.
Its the engine. Ford has a diesel power stroke.
Cassidy saw Lillian nod as if she understood. I see, Lillian said. But shouldnt you have a real license plate?
Trucks over a certain gross vehicle weight dont need back plates. We pull trailers.
Oh. So that plate really isnt a sexual thing at all.
Uh, well, the contractor began.
Cassidy rolled her eyes and stepped closer. Time to interrupt before someone got himself in deep trouble with the matriarch of the Houston morality police. Hi, Im Cassidy Clayton. I believe youre looking for me.
As he turned around, she gasped. He wasnt supposed to be here. Jake had said
Mistake number five didnt look surprised to see her. Instead he gave her a wide smile.
Hello again, he said. Im here to do your work.
LILLIAN GLANCED over her glasses, her gaze speculative. You two have met?
Yes, he said, his gaze never leaving Cassidys.
No, she said, wrenching hers away.
Lillians head turned from one to another as if she were watching a championship Ping-Pong match. So which is it?
No, we havent met, Cassidy inserted quickly. She gave the man a wide smile that didnt reach her eyes. She had never thought she would see him again! After all, wasnt he a president? He really was a one-man, well, a two-man operation. After talking to a receptionist, and then Jake, shed hoped otherwise.
We just talked on the phone today. This is my contractor, uh After rolling his name on her tongue all day, now she couldnt get his name out.
Blade, he finished smoothly, returning her fake smile with an infuriatingly real, and extremely sexy, one of his own.
Blade, Cassidy repeated. She shot him a warning glance and hoped the man had enough brain cells upstairs to figure out what she meantkeep quiet.
Seemingly satisfied with the explanation, Lillian broke into a small smile. So, youre doing all the repairs on Cassidys house?
Thats what I intend on doing, he replied. His tone insinuated to Cassidy that there might be more to his plan. Cassidy shifted on her feet.
Oh, good, Lillian said, seeming not to notice the sexual undercurrents as she warmed to a topic she knew way too well. Cassidy needs to get rid of this house quickly. Thank goodness it closes in two weeks. I mean, you heard why she has to sell it didnt you? Her philandering father left her mother for a younger woman and
Great. One more complication to her already hectic life. Now the infernal contractor, Bladeshe got his name right this timeknew her personal business. First things first. Time to get Lillian moving toward her own home.
I doubt he really cares about my parents problems, Lillian, Cassidy said. Relying on her training as an image consultant, she froze her smile in place and hoped that Lillian would get the subtle message. Instead Lillian looked confused.
Cassidy wanted to scream. Did no one around her understand body language? This was her career, and she was good at it. Somehow she managed to keep her voice calm. Im sure hes on the clock, and Im sure he wants to go home soon. Ill see you at five tomorrow.
Five, Lillian repeated. She let her gaze rove over Blade one last time. Cassidy bristled. Did every woman stare at him like that? Then Lillian straightened as if the moment hadnt occurred and gave Cassidy a stern look of warning. We need to be on time tomorrow. Monicas is open only to us, so dont forget. Five.
As if youd let me forget, Cassidy said under her breath after Lillian slipped through the gate in the hedge between the two side yards.
His voice was right by her ear. So I take it thats the infamous mother-in-law-to-be.
Thats her. Cassidy whirled around and found herself facing Blades chest. Whoa. She took a step back Would you care to explain what you are doing here?
Im the contractor.
Why did he upset her equilibrium so? Yes, well, your card said youre the president.
He grinned, and Cassidy wished shed never called him. Oh, thats a little joke Jake and I have. We own the company together. Hes also a president. But I can assure you, Im a contractor.
She struggled to regain control of the mess she was now in. Well I can see that. You have a truck, and youre dressed in
Theyre called carpenter whites. Whites for short.
Cassidy swallowed. Never had a pair of dirty white pants and a dirty white T-shirt looked so good. They hinted too well at what lay beneath. And just when had he gotten so tall? And his chest so broad? She gathered her wits, and rallied.
Well, why didnt you say something on the phone when I called?
His greenish-blue eyes twinkled, drowning her. And ruin the surprise?
She found a life preserver. I dont like surprises.
His cheek dimpled as his smile curved upward. I do, especially when it was a phone call from you. Imagine you calling me, especially after insisting you didnt need my help last night. I thought youd just throw my card away.
She had, but she wasnt going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.
His voice washed over her. Ironic isnt it, how fate works?
Look, this is a business arrangement. She stressed the word business.
He shot her another infuriating grin, as if he knew exactly what she was really thinking. Never said it wasnt. He sobered his expression for a second. Look, do you want me to do this work or not? Or would you rather hire someone else?
Cassidy drew herself up. As if she could find another contractor on this short notice, and he knew it. After all, she only had ten business days until closing. Fine, then. Come inside and Ill show you what that infernal city inspector is referring to.
With a huff she turned and walked toward the house.
IT WAS ALL BLADE COULD do to stop from humming to himself. Hed made one change to Jakes misguided plan.
Hed borrowed one of his foremens trucks for the occasion, and from the expression on Cassidys face, it had been worth it. While Jake wanted him to reveal who he was, Blade didnt. Why spoil her preconceived notions? No, his plan of appearing like the everyday Joe that Cassidy had pegged him for had gone off perfectly.
Blade grinned at his success. Earlier that day hed considered Jakes suggestion of driving his own truck, but the more he thought of it, the more he had decided not to.
She already thought he was just a blue-collar workingman. While Blade had a diesel Ford 350 himself, he knew it didnt look like what Cassidy thought a contractors truck would look like, not with leather seats and being loaded with every known option.
Besides, shed never believe his truck cost almost as much as a Corvette.
So, instead he had borrowed Franks truck, and of course, the forty-year-old Frank had been only too happy to exchange his work truck for Blades new BMW convertible, which, too, had cost a few hundred less than Blades truck.
Ill even take the wife on a date, Frank had said with a grin. Ill tell her I sold the truck. Itll pay her back for my license plate.
Blade had laughed. Everyone knew Franks wife was a practical joker, and shed gotten him the plate as a gag gift for his fortieth birthday.
Blade snapped to attention as Cassidy began talking. This is the first predication, she said as she came to the front steps. He said something about needing some new boards, plus he wanted the entire front porch painted.
I saw that on the fax you sent, Blade said. He reached into the pocket of his pants. I brought it with me.
Cassidys lips thinned into a slight smile. Youre so efficient.
That would be me, he replied, ignoring her slight sarcasm. Heck, hed be a mite upset if someone had just pulled this surprise on him. However, he rationalized, he was going to fix her house, so in the end that made it all okay. And despite how pretty she was, he wasnt going to hit on her the way she obviously thought he was.
His gaze scanned the porch. She did need a few new boards, but nothing really major. Why dont you show me the rest?
Front door needs painting, Cassidy said as they walked through it. All the windows need to have working sashes. Something about the springs being broken. When the city inspector lifted the one in the bay window, the whole window fell out.
Blade nodded. Thats not difficult. I know where to get the parts.
Good. And with that, Cassidy was on a roll. Twenty minutes later Blade was certain of two things. One was that the city inspector had been overzealous in citing things that he really didnt need to have cited. The other was that Cassidy Clayton had grown up with every possible advantage in life.
His bedroom, which hed shared with his two older brothers, would have fit in the master bedroom closet. The master bathroom of the house, which needed all new plumbing fixtures, was bigger than the living room and kitchen where hed grown up.
Sure he had a house about the same size now, but hed worked and sweated for every brick. Cassidy had simply been born into it.
Thats all of them, she said. Think you can have all this work done in a week?
Blade stared at her. Shed pushed her hair behind her ears and was peering earnestly up at him. Darn, but she was pretty.
Im going to have to work nights to get these all finished, he said. Where those words had come from, he would later decide that he didnt know. Theyd just slipped out. He was the boss. He could do what he wanted, and he could work days.
You want time and a half? She seemed shocked.
I didnt say that, he replied, trying to backtrack. Jake gave you our bid already for all hours worked. No matter what time of day, fixed hourly rate. You only have about twenty hours of work.
So whats the catch?
Was there a catch? He thought about it a second and dismissed what Jake wanted him to do out of his head. No catch. Itll take me about four days of about five hours each. Ill get here at four and leave by nine.
She frowned. Look, he said, Thats the best I can do. Ive got other jobs in the queue, as well, and somehow Im going to have to balance everything. So I wont get here until four. But I will get your predications done and have them done before your deadline.
The thought of him in her house at night seemed so I sometimes have to work at night, Cassidy said, pushing thoughts of Blade in her house at night out of her mind. That was not a path she should tread. He raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to explain, and she felt the need to. Im an image consultant, and depending on the day I attend dinner functions and
Suddenly he didnt want to hear about her social life. He cut her off. If you arent here to let me in, then Ill need a key and your alarm code.
He almost wanted to laugh at her horrified reaction. We are licensed and bonded, maam.
Cassidy, she corrected automatically. She hated being called maam. It made her feel old.
Cassidy. He rolled her name on his tongue and decided that he liked it. Well, Cassidy, since Im here, shall I get started?
Her mouth puckered. Youre starting the job tonight?
He folded his arms across his chest. Is there a problem with that? Im already here, and I need to make a list of stuff I need. Plus, you dont have time to spare.
He was right.
Cassidy gulped and tore her gaze off Blades chest. Last night Sara had said something about stroking it and discovering if his chest was smooth or covered with dark whirls of hair.
If he took off his shirt when he worked in the Texas heat shed know.
Whoa! Wait right there. Those were not thoughts she should have. Think of Dan, think of Dan.
Oh, God. Dan. Hed be over in less than an hour to take her out to dinner. He had some clients to impress. That meant she needed a shower, and she needed to redo her makeup andThen again, she also needed to have her predications fixed. What was it Blade had asked?
Normally she wasnt so scatterbrained. Maybe it was the stress of everything. Her parents had dumped the selling of the family home and moving the few belongings they wanted to keep into her lap.
No problem, she said after finally remembering his question about whether he should get started tonight. Just stay on the first floor.
The last thing she needed was for him to be in her bedroom. Thankfully that had been one room that hadnt needed any repairs.
Ill try, Blade replied, his gaze sweeping over her.
See that you do, she said, suddenly feeling the need for a long, cold shower. She now knew the truth. She couldnt blame her physical reaction to him on beer.
Turning, she disappeared up the stairs. She had the distinct impression that he stared at her legs the whole time.
Chapter Three
As Cassidy walked away, Blade let himself take a long look at her legs as she walked upstairs. Nice and slender. He liked that. A lot.
Too bad he couldnt let himself really like her. Liking Cassidy would be a mistake. She was engaged, and he, unlike Jake, didnt tread on another mans domain.
But he could look. That was acceptable, no harm done, and it could be his job perk.
Jake could get Lillian as the job perk. That would serve him right.
Humming to himself, Blade began an inventory of what materials he would need in order to do the work. About a half hour later he looked at the long list hed made and compared it with the city inspectors predications. He frowned. Hed missed something.
Blade shook his head as he realized what it was. How had he missed something so obvious? He needed ground-fault interrupters for one of the guest bathrooms upstairs.
He thought for a moment, trying to remember how the house had been wired. Newer homes often had one GFI circuit breaker that had all the outlets wired to it. Older homes often had individual circuits and each receptacle needed a GFI.
He strode toward the back staircase. Hed just have to go test them and see. It would only take a second.
Blade paused on the upstairs landing, but he wasnt interested in the original Monet hanging on the wall. Instead, it was the muffled sound of water that had caught his attention. Cassidy was in the shower.
He stood there a moment, unable to stop from visualizing the rushing water streaming down her back, over her breasts and down her legs. He shook himself. That job perk vision was off-limits. He moved down the hall and into a spare bedroom. This had to be the right one. Hed just check the outlet and be on his way.
He paused, stricken, remembering that Virginia Woolf line, People shouldnt have looking glasses in their houses.
For it was true.
For there, reflected in the mirror, he could see Cassidy, clear as day, through the shower door.
God, she was gorgeous. The steam hadnt yet covered the see-through glass, giving him a perfect glimpse of her high, firm breasts. And her legshis mouth dried as she worked a mesh sponge over her body. His earlier fantasy about her legs had been nothing compared to the reality.
The reality was much better.
He stood, transfixed, as if someone had frozen him in time. Her voice drifted into his consciousness. She was singing some old Madonna tune about being a virgin touched for the very first time.
He attempted to move his feet. He wasnt a Peeping Tom. He didnt look on unknowing women, especially engaged ones. His feet refused to budge.
Another part of his anatomy was refusing to follow directions, as well, and Blade swallowed a groan. He had to admit the truth.
Despite himself, he wanted this woman.
Damn it, man! A voice cut into his brain, overriding the desire paralyzing him. You know better than this! First off shes engaged, and most important, shes not your type.
The sound of Cassidy turning off the water jolted him to action. He fled before she could see him.
Quickly he headed down the back stairs. The GFIs could wait until tomorrow. Hed just bring a half dozen and be on the safe side.
He could replace all of them if need be. He jerked a hand through his chestnut-brown hair. Why hadnt she been using the master bathroom? After all, she was alone in the house.
Dumb mistake, Blade, dumb. He strode through the kitchen so fast that he almost didnt see the smaller man standing in front of him.
Hey.
Sorry. Blade checked his movements in order to stop from body slamming the man by accident.
Who are you? The man looked surprised, and he drew himself up. At five foot eight he failed to dwarf or intimidate Blades six-foot-six-inch frame.
Contractor, Blade said, irritated with the question and the mans obvious ease in Cassidys kitchen. So this was the beloved fianc.
The man brushed a piece of lint from his perfectly tailored suit. Contractor? Cassidy hired a contractor?
Did the man not know what his fiance did? She did. Cant you tell by the whites and the tool belt?
The man frowned, as if trying to remember something. Finally he spoke. Why does Cassidy need a contractor?
Blade wondered if the man was dense. Maybe he should have body slammed him, but he doubted that would have knocked any sense into him. Besides, didnt people in love share everything? Have discussions?
Then again, it had always been one-sided between him and Clara. Hed never really shared anything with her, and hed almost married her, which would have been totally unfair. She was now blissfully happy with someone else.
Cassidy needs a contractor to fix her home predications, the violations the inspector cited.
Predications. The fianc mulled that over for a moment. I guess she did tell me about that.
For a moment Blade felt sorry for Cassidy, especially if this was her ideal man. Im starting work today, Mr. He paused to let the fianc fill in the blank.
The man blinked, and Blade wondered if his mind really was a million miles away. Oh, yes. Im Dan. Dan Morris. Im Cassidys fianc. I live next door.
Blade already knew that.
Well, Dan Morris, Im Blade Frederick. The contractor.
Um, yes. Weve established that.
Exactly, Blade said, taking control of the conversation. Im fixing her home predications. Since its such short notice Ill be working nights to get the job done. She does have four pages of predications you know.
Yes, I guess she does. Behind his wire-rim glasses Dan blinked again. She did tell me, its just that Ive been busy working on a new exhibit at the museum. Im trying to get a life-size dinosaur skeleton, like Sue at the Field Museum in Chicago, only much better. It would be the highlight of our new wing and
Dan! Cassidy stood in the doorway wearing a silken robe that knotted at her waist. Her blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders. I thought I heard your voice. What are you doing here already?
Dan frowned. Im picking you up. Were meeting the Schmidts for dinner. You couldnt have forgotten. You know how important this is, and you never forget anything.
No. Of course not. Cassidy shook her head, sending the damp strands flying. The action caused Blades breath to lodge in his throat. I didnt forget. Its not until eight.
No, were meeting them at seven. Cass, love, you did forget, Dan chided. At Dans response, Blade decided Dan really was the absentminded professor type who fit in well at a museum.
I guess. Cassidy ran her fingers through her hair, causing a lump to form in Blades throat. She was too pretty. Ill just go get ready. Ill only be a moment.
We cant be late, Dan told Blade as Cassidy darted back upstairs. The Schmidts are important investors, and Im hoping that theyll contribute generously to the new wing we have under construction. In case you havent gathered, Im the curator for the science center thats being expanded downtown.
Thats nice, Blade said. That had been another job J & B Construction had lost out on to D. W. Braun.
Yes. Cassidy knows how important financing is to the various exhibits. Im trying to convince the Schmidts to donate a large sum of money. It wont look good if were late.
I said Ill be ready, Cassidy called down the stairs.
Hearing her voice made Blade wonder what Cassidy saw in Dan Morris.
The man was boring. Couldnt she see she was settling? Hed been bored with Clara, and she with him. Clara had just been there, almost like a doormat. She had been a constant in his life, someone safe and secure. It had been almost too late when he realized that both he and Clara deserved more, and that settling for safety didnt mean youd found love.
With Clara there had been no passion, and after last night and their verbal sparring, Blade knew Cassidy had loads of passion.
Couldnt Dan see that? The image of Cassidy in the silken robe was already imprinted on Blades libido, and knowing what was under it made the illusion of covering it even more seductive. Way past time to get out of here.
Cassidy, I need a key, he called up the stairs.
Dan, give Blade your key and the alarm code.
Are you sure? Dan called.
Yes, Cassidy shouted back. Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key chain. He removed a key from the fob and passed it to Blade.
The code, too? Dan called.
The code, too, Cassidy said, and Blade heard her feet on the hardwood stairs. Hes licensed and bonded, Cassidy said, adjusting an earring as she entered the kitchen.
Blades heart skipped a beat. Hed been wrong. She wasnt just pretty. She was gorgeous.
Lingerie models couldnt hold a candle to her. His eyes drank in the way the red slip dress curved over her figure to layer just above her knees in small, loose ruffles.
Blade wondered what was wrong with Dan.
He wasnt even looking at Cassidy, but rather the afternoon daily.
Was the man blind? Maybe he needed to have his glasses checked.
For if Cassidy were Blades fiance, he sure wouldnt be treating her this way. No, hed never complain if shed forgotten the time, especially if she greeted him looking like that and wearing only a silk robe. Hed be thinking, the heck with the Schmidts. They could eat by themselves while he and Cassidy made passionate love upstairs.
Or that short dress would just lift up, and he would lean her back on the kitchen island and see whether lace or silk was hiding underneath.
Instead Dan was now checking his watch.
Blade shook his head, clearing his erotic and disturbing thoughts. Cassidys choice of a husband was her problem. He just didnt think she should be settling, as Clara had tried to do.
What he had to do, though, was check his lust for her. That was his problem.
He had to admit it; he lusted for her. He had from the moment shed sent the peanuts flying across his bar. But he knew his lust would be just a temporary phase hed go through. Hed given up phases long ago; he could outlast this one, too. As a grown man he knew that you didnt get everything you wanted.
She belonged to someone else.
Blade, Cassidy said.
To get his attention, her hand touched his briefly. The small gesture sent a shock ricocheting through him. He quickly removed his hand, breaking the electricity sparking through him.
For an instant he wondered if shed felt it, but the smooth facade had returned. The alarm code is 4321. Not very original, I know, but my mother couldnt remember numbers.
Blade repeated, 4321. Even though he knew he wouldnt forget, he reached up and took a flat carpenters pencil out from behind his ear and wrote the number on the thigh portion of his white pants.
He glanced back up at her and caught her watching him, her guard down. How much time do I have?
Oh, right. She again regained composure. Youll have forty-five seconds to get from any of the doors to the box. Its right here in the pantry. She moved to a door and opened it.
Blade didnt bother to look inside the pantry. Instead he stared at Cassidy, watching the dress cling and swish as she moved.
Suddenly he needed to leave fast. Ill be here tomorrow. With that he took a step toward the door.
I wont be here.
I know. Despite himself and his overpowering need for escape, he turned back and smiled at her. She was so lovely standing there, a vision. He found his voice. I overheard. Monicas at five.
Right, Cassidy repeated. She smiled back at him, and Blade felt a stirring in his soul at her next words. Thank you. I appreciate your helping me.
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Cassidy Clayton had a case of the hots for Mr. Toolbelt, aka Blade Frederick, her contractor. But Blade wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. Bad-boy Blade wasn't even in her leaguebut their combustible chemistry made them both forget which side of the tracks they came from!Blade Frederick enjoyed seeing a rich girl get hot under the collar. They had something special between them, but Cassidy was forbidden territory. Blade knew their time was running outand so he had to make a decisionshould he let Cassidy make the biggest mistake of her life or tell her the truth about what was in his heart?
Im marrying someone else.
Im not disagreeing with you, Blade said. But I still think youre settling. You have passion, verve.
What do you know about me?
I know enough. His voice was quiet, cutting through the kitchen like a knife.
Cassidy whirled away from him and gripped the granite countertop.
Cassidy.
Something in the tone of his voice softened her.
Yes?
Are you afraid to turn around and look at me?
Actually, at that moment she was. All she had to do was stand in the room and she wanted him. He tempted her like chocolate cake, but she needed to remain true to her diet of bland. Slowly Cassidy turned around and looked at him, sensing the mistake the moment she did so.
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Also available this month is Sweeping the Bride Away by Michele Dunaway. A bride-to-be is all set to wed Mr. Boring until she hires a rugged contractor who makes her pulse race and gives her second thoughts about her upcoming nuptials. Rounding things out is Professor & the Pregnant Nanny by Emily Dalton. This heartwarming story pairs a single dad in need of a nanny for his three adorable children with a woman who is alone, pregnant and in need of a job.
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Sweeping the Bride Away
Michele Dunaway
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Dedicated to my father, Larry M. Smith (1936-2002),
who always believed in me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In first grade MICHELE DUNAWAY knew she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, and by second grade she wanted to be an author. By third grade she was determined to be both. Born and raised in a west county suburb of St. Louis, Michele recently moved to five acres in the rolling hills of Labadie. Shes traveled extensively, with the cities and places shes visited often becoming settings for her stories.
Michele currently teaches high school English, raises her two young daughters and describes herself as a woman who does too much but doesnt want to stop.
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Books by Michele Dunaway
MILLS & BOON AMERICAN ROMANCE
848A LITTLE OFFICE ROMANCE
900TAMING THE TABLOID HEIRESS
921THE SIMPLY SCANDALOUS PRINCESS
931CATCHING THE CORPORATE PLAYBOY
963SWEEPING THE BRIDE AWAY
A Bride-to-bes Dos and Donts
Do
listen to everything your busybody future mother-in-law has to say.
go to dress fittings even though your wedding attire makes you look like a cumulus cloud.
have fun with girlfriends before the wedding (especially to encourage them to find their own Mr. Perfect).
write your future married name repeatedly.
Dont
stare at the good-looking contractor whos working on your house.
even think about wearing his tool belt.
contemplate long walks on the beach with your good-looking contractor.
believe everything your fianc says. Looks can be deceiving.
Contents
Chapter One (#u146eb2a7-6aa6-591d-8757-9adf7bc6131c)
Chapter Two (#u1707998b-697c-573f-96f6-f87b9d0363f7)
Chapter Three (#u4182cb67-731c-5530-b236-0d249effa194)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Mistake number one had been letting Lillian Morris, neighbor from hell and her future mother-in-law, in the front door. Yes, it would have been much better to have just ignored the doorbell and pretended she wasnt home. But Cassidy Clayton had been waiting for the city building inspector, and when shed opened the door, unfortunately he hadnt been standing on the other side.
Cassidy looked at her fiancs mother and grimaced. Once again, this time within five seconds after Lillians arrival, Cassidy had been hit up to set an exact wedding date.
Im not sure, she said slowly, for it was always wise to choose your words carefully around Lillian, exactly, if Dan and I want to marry this June. We havent discussed it. After all, weve only been engaged two months. I was thinking more like October. Thats eight months from now.
Lillian Morris peered over her horn-rimmed glasses and with a dismissive wave brushed off Cassidys concerns.
Darling Cassidy, engagements should be short. Yours can be even shorter than normal, given that youve known my son all your life. Besides, a June wedding is perfect for you and Dan. Even Ed, Lillian mentioned her husband, agrees with me. Hes going to announce Lukes candidacy for senate right after the best mans wedding toast. Of course, Dan already agreed that his brother, Luke, would be best man. Its only fitting.
Great. Before Cassidy could even fully open her mouth to remind Lillian whose wedding it was supposed to be, Lillian went right on. After all, Dan was her baby boy.
Besides, Lillian said, Dan and I discussed it just last night and he agreed that June is perfect. Of course he wants to see his older brother win the senate race and keep the seat in the family. Luke would be the third generation you know. And well hold the reception at the Diamond Country Club. Ive already contacted the manager, booked the room and arranged the menu. Well be starting with roving waiters carrying trays of appetizers that are
If only for a brief moment, the doorbells ringing interrupted Lillians prattle. The older woman blinked, as if startled, as she glanced at Cassidy. Are you expecting anyone?
Even the devil himself was welcome at this moment. City building inspector, Cassidy replied as she rose from the overstuffed armchair that had been her mothers latest attempt at redecorating.
Lillian nodded. Oh, that makes sense. I had wondered why you were here. Usually youre at work by now. Lillian waved her hand dramatically around Cassidys family home.
You must be so grateful, Cassidy, to have sold this albatross. Id imagine it gives you terrible memories, especially with your father divorcing your mother clear out of the blue like that after what, thirty-seven years of marriage? No wonder she took off for Cannes. Id do the same. Not that my Ed would ever leave me. Some marriages are just meant to last. But Ive always been lucky. I hope your mother isnt taking too much of a loss on the property. She should have fetched quite a price for this neighborhood, especially selling it furnished like that.
Cassidys smile tightened. Next-door neighbors for almost twenty-five years, Cassidys mother had always said that if Senator Ed Morris had thought divorcing his wife was less of a liability than was keeping her, then the tactless Lillian would have already been history.
Cassidy opened the front door. The elderly inspector standing between the columns looked like a smaller version of Santa Claus. Cassidy sighed. He seemed harmless enough. Grateful for the welcome diversion from Lillian and the already insane wedding planning, she bade him to come in without shooing Lillian out. Right after that, Cassidy discovered that not getting rid of Lillian was mistake number two.
FOUR HOURS LATER Cassidy tossed her handbag onto the wooden bar. It landed with a thump, nearly knocking the half-empty bowl of peanuts off the other side. She ignored the curious look crossing the face of the man seated to her right.
Bud Light. The words coming from her lips sounded foreign to her own ears.
But the bartender simply nodded as if dodging flying peanuts was the norm, and without a word of judgment, she took a beer from the cooler, removed the top and handed over the longneck bottle.
Cassidy placed the cold brown glass to her lips and took a long slow slip of the golden liquid. Normally she avoided beer, but today an ice-cold one sounded like just the medicine she needed. Besides, it would serve her fianc and his silly mother right. When she was with them she only drank wine, for in their crowd domestic beer was frowned upon as something bourgeois. As if millions of Americans who tossed cold ones back every night could be wrong.
Oh well, drinking beer could be mistake number three in her perfectly ordered world. With satisfaction Cassidy mulled over that thought. After all, what else could happen?
Thanks to Lillians inane prattle to the building inspector, which caused him to find even more code violations to cite, Cassie now had a multitude of problems all needing to be repaired by the home closing date in just two weeks time. If the code violations werent fixed, the house sale couldnt be completed, and she couldnt take a well-deserved vacation and close on her cute new condo in Clear Lake.
Cassidy took another long sip. The building inspector hadnt missed a thing. She had to do everything from painting to fixing a cracked concrete pad under a screened-in porch.
Closing her eyes, Cassidy again let the cool liquid slide down her throat. Perfect. She opened her eyes. At least this one thing was what she needed, which was good because right now the rest of her life was absolutely falling apart.
And, of course, Sara wasnt on time, and that was after Cassidy, preparing for her former college roommates perpetual lateness, had arrived fifteen minutes past their designated meeting time of seven oclock. There was nothing Cassidy hated more than sitting in a bar by herself.
Making the best of it, she took another long swallow and drummed her manicured fingernails on the bar as she surveyed the place Sara had picked out. No one will know you there, Sara had said after Cassidy had called her in the throes of desperation. Now after seeing the place for herself, Cassidy couldnt agree more. As an image consultant, shed helped some of Houstons elite refine their images, and this wasnt where anyone worth their salt would ever be caught dead.
At least it wasnt smoky, although that was about all it had going for it. There was no question that the place was a dive. The wooden tables had seen better days, the chairs were vinyl, and the waitress sported a tattoo under her Harley-Davidson T-shirt. All that was missing was sawdust covering the floor and musicians behind chicken wire.
You know, most people at least try to relax when they come into a bar.
Cassidy turned toward the deep silken tone coming from the man seated to her right. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Excuse me?
Perhaps, as long as you relax a little, he said, his drawl rolling over her in waves. He grinned, and inwardly Cassidy groaned. Not another one.
Ever since shed been a cheerleader in high school shed attracted the wrong type of men like a refrigerator door attracted magnets. But at least this one was attractive. More than attractive.
From where he was sitting on the stool, he looked as if he would tower over her by at least a foot. His body was lean and wiry, and his shoulders were wide and broad. She liked that. Too bad his upper body was covered by a T-shirt that looked as if had been laundered too many times.
He twisted his beer in his hand, and Cassidy shivered despite herself. Maybe the air-conditioning inside the bar was set too high.
Can I buy you another one? Without waiting for her answer, he gestured to the bartender.
As he smiled again, Cassidy immediately gave him credit for having wide sensual lips, twinkling dimples and a roman nose that wasnt too long. Too bad she wasnt interested in men with dark-brown eyebrows and eyelashes, no matter how deep and sensual his greenish-blue eyes. Bedroom eyes. For thats what they were, given the blood racing in her body. She made a show of studying her fingernails.
No, she told herself, as she tried to ignore the mans magnetism, her fianc Dan suited her just fine. At five-eight Dan only stood two inches taller than she. She could look Dan right in the eye. Plus he was always impeccably tailored, and his profession allowed him to keep his hands clean, unlike the man next to her, whose cuticles looked as if theyd recently seen some hard washing with Fast Orange.
Besides, she rationalized, shed been dating Dan for more than two years now, and that was after theyd been friends forever. Hed been the boy next door of her childhood, and no one had been surprised when hed proposed to her with a flawless diamond in the middle of the annual Morris New Years Eve party. Even better, Dan was easy, comfortable, not at all unsettling like the man seated next to her.
She hadnt been this unsettled sinceShe brushed that thought aside. In college shed learned that burning passion did just thatburn you and leave you singed.
Still, Cassidy had been raised in the spirit of Texan hospitality, and the man had just bought her a beer. She gave him a courteous smile and made her tone politely neutral. Thank you.
No problem. He shrugged, as if it were a gesture he made all the time. You look like you had a hard day.
It had been hard, but Cassidy was loath to tell him that. Shed learned long ago not to engage men in bars with idle chitchat. It always gave them the wrong ideas. Besides, would the man really care about her problems?
Doubtful. Even Dan didnt think the fact that Cassidys parents were divorcing after thirty-seven years of marriage was a big deal. After all, her well-to-do parents had been estranged for years. Her mother just hadnt looked the other way this time.
Cat got your tongue, he observed. He signaled the bartender. Bring me my regular, okay, Dee?
Sure, Blade, she replied with a warm smile.
My dinner, he offered, seeing Cassidys look.
Cassidy nodded benignly and pinned her gaze to the door. Just where was Sara, anyway? She was never this late.
He ignored her nonverbal cue.
Say, would you like something to eat? The food here is actually pretty good. I can personally recommend the strip steak. Its the best around.
She drew herself up and chilled her posture, sending down her nose the ice maiden look shed perfected long ago. No thanks, she replied. Perhaps now hed get the idea.
At her change in posture, Blade Frederick almost wanted to laugh at the irony of it. For once he hated being right. For once, why couldnt he be wrong?
Nope.
Not this time. Hed pegged her from the moment shed arrived in his bar. One of those upper-crust women, slumming in an environment not her own, for reasons she felt like keeping to herself. Perhaps she was having second thoughts about her perfect life. Maybe wedding-day jitters?
His beer tasted stale in his mouth as he studied her left hand. Judging by the Rock of Gibraltar diamond on her third finger, no wonder she didnt want to be noticed, or bothered, either.
Although not noticing her was damn near impossible.
Her suit, especially its short skirt, showed off her figure perfectly. With her long blond hair she could rival a Barbie doll for perfection. Being raised around the fake stuff, he could tell natural color when he saw it, and she had it. Hed wager money on it, and nowadays that was something he had plenty of to spare.
Since shed walked into his place, shed judged and juried him into a neat little box, a box hed long ago broken out of. He didnt like her assumptions of who he was, but what the hell. When whoever she was waiting for finally arrived, shed be gone. Just this once he might as well act the part shed already assigned to him, a persona hed long ago shed.
You know, darlin, he drawled, you really should eat something if youre going to be slamming those beers down that fast.
That got a rise out of her. He grinned. Yep, she was one of those high-and-mighty ones. She may have him pegged wrong, but he hadnt made a mistake. He sure had her number.
Excuse me? Those golden eyebrows of hers arched again, and despite himself, Blade felt a bit of glee at getting a rise out of her.
He knew he shouldnt delight in it, but after being looked down upon by the high and mighty of Scott Creek while he grew up, it was fun to toy with a woman of her class knowing that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. No matter what, he knew her type and her game, and never again would he let a woman out of her perfect world slum with his heart.
She continued to glare at him, and he found himself staring into her baby-blue eyes. Damn, she was pretty. But they always were.
God built them that way just to torment men. Blade shifted, trying to get that image out of his head and his now tightening jeans.
Look, I didnt come here to eat but to meet someone, she said in a haughty tone that bordered on indignation. Blade bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from chuckling at her. She was too cute. And since we do not know each other, and Id like to keep it that way, please refrain from stating your opinion on my activities.
The smile hed been trying to restrain cracked open. You almost sent the peanuts flying with your purse, honey. I was just concerned for Dees safety. Shes the best bartender around.
Thanks, Blade, Dee called from where she was wiping up a residual beer ring.
Cassidy swung around toward him, her hosiery-clad legs connecting with his. She didnt seem to notice, but he did. Immediately.
Her baby blues flashed fire. You think Im dangerous after two beers? Since you have no idea who I am or what I can do or how much I can drink, your opinion is best kept to yourself.
Worrying about her drinking was now the last thing on his mind. His mind had headed south, and he wondered if she could feel the heat rising from his jean-clad thighs simply because of her touch. He suddenly hoped not. He hadnt gotten this much of a rise from a woman in a long time, and despite himself, he wanted to prolong it.
Most people value my opinion, he drawled, giving her his best wink. If hed worn his Resistol, hed have tipped the cowboy hats brim to her.
She recoiled as if shed seen a snake. I am not most people.
He could agree with her there. Actually, she was different from the others hed met of her class. She had spunk, style. Perhaps his first impression of her had been wrong. He didnt mind being wrong, not in this case.
A slow smile edged across his face. Shed said she wasnt most people, meaning she didnt value his opinion. He had the perfect reply. Then that makes you one of the few that dont know better.
If she werent waiting for Sara, Cassidy would have shown him her beer up close and personal by dumping it in his lap. She bit her tongue from the barbaric reply that sprang to her lips, and instead replied through clenched teeth.
I see your mother forgot to raise you with manners.
He had to give her credit. She was fast on her feet. But so was he, and he was enjoying this challenge way too much. It had been a long time since hed met a woman who could match wits and spar with him. What I lack in manners, maam, I make up for in other areas.
Really. Those areas were not something she wanted to think about, but unable to resist his bait, she exaggerated her Texan drawl to match his. Too bad Im so unimpressed with any of the areas I see.
The electricity between them sizzled. His voice silky, he drawled, Then perhaps you should investigate the areas you dont see. Im sure youll find something to your liking.
Her legs pressed even more into his, and she deliberately allowed her gaze to rove over his body. Nah. Those dont interest me, either.
He arched an eyebrow at her and laughed. He hadnt seen this much spirit and spunk in a woman in a long time. He had to admit, it intrigued him. Better, she intrigued him. He had judged her too quickly, and now he wanted to peel off her layers in more ways than one.
Besides, he would remain in control. He was all grown-up and practiced in the art of womanly wiles now.
Cassidy bristled, annoyed at his obvious ease. Still she maintained her outward composure as she dug a little deeper. What, a woman not being interested isnt a reply you hear every day?
Cant say that it is. He signaled for another round of longnecks and his expression sobered. Seriously, though, why dont we make peace and then you can tell me whats got you in such a foul mood.
Cassidy blinked at him, her suspicion obvious at the sudden shift of conversation. Oh, what the hell. It could be mistake number four, or was she now on five? Shed lost count, and all she knew was that she needed to vent, and Sara sure wasnt around.
Suddenly noticing that her legs were touching his, she moved herself a safe distance away. Her body immediately missed his touch, and Cassidy frowned. That wasnt a feeling she should be having. She found her safe topic. I had the house Im selling inspected by the city today.
He nodded his understanding. I should have guessed. Hit you hard, did he?
Four pages worth of predications, she replied, reaching for the bottle of beer the waitress deposited in front of her.
He whistled low. Not good.
Youre telling me, Cassidy replied, her comfort level with him escalating.
Finally, here was someone who actually understood. Dan had been too busy with some project to talk to her. Not even her real estate agent had been sympathetic, and she stood to make a huge commission from the deal. Blades roast beef sandwich arrived, and it did look good. Cassidys eyes glazed as she stared at it. Maybe she should eat something. I thought you recommended the strip steak.
I do, but my usual is roast beef. He dipped the French bread roll in the juice, and Cassidys mouth started watering as he raised the morsel to his lips.
He gestured with a French fry. So you were saying, about the house?
She blinked as the French fry disappeared. Darn her. Shed been staring at his lips! Oh. Right. Its all Lillians fault.
Lillian? His dark-brown eyebrow shot up and Cassidy again noticed his eyes. Those bedroom blues had turned boardroom. He was actually interested in what she was saying. Danger signals went off in her head. Whoa, she thought. Time to stop drinking beer.
She reached for the plastic dish holding the remaining peanuts. She should at least eat something. Lillians my mother-in-law. Well, shes not my mother-in-law. Not yet. Not ever if I could help it. She means well, but
Cassidy shuddered. Immediately forgetting her resolve, she took another sip of her third beer. She tried to gather her thoughts and retrench. Had she just criticized Lillian aloud? She kept talking and the more she talked, the more he wrote.
The inspector certainly hadnt been impressed that Lillian had been the wife of Senator Ed Morris of Texas, or that she lived next door, or that she could get him fired. Hed just kept writing, turning the paper over, filling the back, and then beginning a new sheet.
Even worse, Lillian had remained calm about the whole thing.
Youll just need to build a new house, Lillian had said. Ill talk to Ed and Dan about it tonight. If you contracted for one now it might be ready when you come home from your honeymoon. A month in Alaska, doesnt that sound wonderful? June is the perfect month to see Alaska. Itll be Eds and my gift to you both.
At that moment Cassidy was glad shed never taken advantage of Texass concealed carry law.
Sounds pretty bad, the man next to her sympathized as she finished the story.
It is, Cassidy said. He finished his sandwich, and her mouth went dry. What had gotten into her? Shed just told him everything. She never did that. She never drank beer, either, or held conversations with strange but attractive guys in a bar. She blinked. He was gorgeous, enough to be a calendar pinup. She shoved another handful of peanuts into her mouth. Sober. She needed to be sober.
Look, he began, I know some handymen who can help you out. I can call them and
Oh no, Cassidy managed through the mouthful of peanuts. She shook her head firmly and cut him off. Do not accept favors from strangers in bars. Especially good-looking men like him that would break your heart. Rule number thirteen or something like that in the Single Womans Guide tosomething or other. No. No. She couldnt believe she sounded so nervous. Thanks for offering, but Ill take care of it.
Somehow she would, although frankly, she had no idea how. Maybe one just looked up handymen under the letter H in the yellow pages.
Here. Cassidy almost jumped out of her skin as he handed her a small card. Why was he making her so nervous? Even she could see that it was only a business card. People handed her business cards all the time.
Uh, she stammered, suddenly feeling the urgent need to flee and get out from his magnetic proximity. It was either that or kiss him. Where had that thought come from? She would never drink beer again. Ever.
Take my card, he said. Then he reached forward and uncurled her fingers. Never had a man violated her personal space like this.
But the rage at his invasion of her space didnt come. Instead Cassidy felt heat flow through her. Underneath his touch all rational thought evaporated as he closed her fingers around the card. Call me if you need me.
Oh, I do, she thought, heat rising into her face. At least the words hadnt been voiced.
Wait! What was she doing? What was she thinking? Dan. Think of Dan. Thats right. Think of nice, safe Dan who never made her quiver like this. The thought evaporated as Sara walked in the door. Relief filled Cassidy. Finally.
Look, theres my friend. Cassidy jerked her hand away from his, her fingers instantly missing the heat of touching his. She shoved his card in her purse and edged her way off the bar stool. Thanks for the drink. Enjoy your dinner. Grabbing her beer, she tottered over to meet Sara.
With a mixture of relief and frustration Blade watched her walk away. Relief filled him because she had been one of those women and hed actually found himself enjoying the conversation with her. Frustration filled him for just about the exact same reason. She was one of those women, and hed been enjoying the conversation with her. Would he never learn?
Dee came over and stood for a second as they both watched the two women take a seat at a back booth.
How was the food? Dee asked.
Fine, Blade replied.
Dees expression, as she looked down her nose at him, said it all. Just fine?
You know it was great, like always. He shoved the empty basket toward her, his concentration still on the woman hed just been sitting next to.
Pretty thing, Dee observed, following his gaze. She could take those liberties. Blade had hired her four years ago when hed bought the place from the elderly man who owned it. Greg had wanted to retire, and Blade, flush with money, had seen the need to own something that wasnt just concrete and steel.
So did you get her phone number?
Please, Dee. I dont even know her name.
Dee dropped the basket on a tray beneath the bar. You sure looked like you were getting friendly with her.
Blade gave a short, bitter laugh. Please, he said, denying the attraction hed felt, that he still felt. Shes not my type. Heck, she doesnt even belong here. Can you see her in the back room shooting pool?
Dee cocked her head and watched as the other waitress, Lisa, took the womens order. Maybe not, Dee replied. But looks can be deceiving.
He turned back around so he couldnt see the women, especially her, anymore. Ive never discovered that to be true, Blade protested, already knowing that whoever she was, shed gotten under his skin.
At that lie, Dee simply shook her head and walked away.
SO WHOS THE GUY?
Cassidys fork hovered over her strip steak. You mean Dan?
No, not him. Sara said. She pushed a dark hair off of her face. The guy at the bar who keeps staring at you every few minutes. You were sitting by him when I arrived.
I dont know him, Cassidy said, spearing her cut piece of meat with such a force that Sara leaned back.
Well for not knowing him, he sure got under your skin.
He did not, Cassidy said with a vigorous shake of her head. Hes just a guy sitting at the bar, thats all. If youd been on time, I wouldnt have even been talking to him. You werent even your usual fashionably late self.
No, but my extremely late self got you next to him, Sara said. She let her gaze rove over him, and Cassidy found herself bristling. Man, hes hot. Id do him.
Sara!
What? Sara looked taken back, as if surprised at the force of Cassidys reaction.
Youre married.
Only until the divorce paperworks final, Sara said. Believe me, Im allowed to look.
Cassidy knew that. Never had she been so rattled. It had to be the beer. She stared at the empty bottle in front of her. Shed stopped at three, thank goodness.
Sara turned slightly so shed have a better view. Cassidy watched as Sara put the end of her pinkie finger in between her teeth and gazed over toward the guy again. I mean, hes hot. And you know what they say, that you can tell a guys size by the distance between his thumb and pinkie. From the look of his hands
Sara! Cassidy put her fork down.
Saras brow furrowed. Come on, Cass. Lighten up. You were never this prudish in college.
I wasnt engaged then, Cassidy said.
Yeah, well you shouldnt be engaged now, either.
Sara! Cassidy realized shed shouted that last one at her former roommate.
Sorry, Cass. You know me. I call them the way I see them. All your friends are married, and now youre settling down just because its the right thing to do. Believe me, I settled, and look what happened. He cheated on me right from the start.
I am not settling, Cassidy protested. I love Dan.
Dan is dull, Sara said. Hes like dishwater. You need it, but you dont want to keep it.
I love Dan.
Yeah, as a brother, Sara said. I think that youve waited so long for Mr. Right youre settling for Mr. Wrong. Come on, you cant tell me that you dont think that guy over there is to die for.
Cassidy couldnt get her lips to voice the lie. Instead she found another argument tack. Yeah, but look where passion got me last time. Jeff the jerk.
Sara nodded, but didnt concede. Id forgotten about good old J.J. No offense but he was a loser.
Yeah, but passionate. He swept me off my feet and burned me bad.
True. Sara thought for a second. But we all go through the bad ones to find the good ones. Consider J.J. a learning experience.
Cassidy shook her head. I dont have time for more learning experiences. I want children and a family. Im twenty-eight. Dan is perfect.
He was. She jutted her chin forward stubbornly.
Sara simply shook her head. I hope for your sake youre right.
I am, Cassidy said. As long as I dont run into that guy again.
Shed throw his business card away as soon as she got home.
IMAGE CONSULTANTS were not supposed to have hangovers. In fact, no one was supposed to have a hangover after only three longneck bottles of beer, then dinner and then another two hours of conversation with only water to drink before either she or Sara had done any driving home. Even that guy had left long before she had.
Cassidy rolled over and shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight pouring in her bedroom windows. Lillians mantra suddenly filled her mind. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Make the best of it.
With that annoying thought, Cassidy sat up straight in bed. Today already sucked, and if today was a crystal ball of the future then she wanted no part of it. She blinked and glanced at the alarm clock7:00 a.m. Great. Her alarm wasnt scheduled to go off for at least another fifteen minutes.
Figured. She hadnt even slept in.
Cassidy flopped back on the pillows and covered her eyes with her arm. Not that she could go back to sleep, anyway. The only concession was that shed slept soundly, with no dreams of said men to haunt her.
Begrudgingly she rolled out of bed, hit the shower and within forty minutes had seated herself at the breakfast table with the yellow pages.
As she munched a grape-jelly-covered bagel, she frowned. By the time shed finished the last of the bagel, she was sure lines ridged her brow, as well, creating a look her mother had always chided would give her premature wrinkles.
The yellow pages listed hundreds of contractors, and Cassidy had no clue whatsoever who to call.
Three hours later, after dialing for over an hour, she faced failure.
Your problems are too small, one contractor had said. We dont handle residential, anothers haughty secretary had replied. We cant put you on the schedule for at least three weeks, most had told her.
She was already at the Hs. She rose and faced her nightmare. Two steps took her to the stainless steel trash compactor. Shed run it last night when shed gotten home.
Grimacing, she opened it up. Gingerly she picked through the remnants, finally finding the tiny cardstock paper she was looking for.
Glad the sauce had been white not red, she brushed off a leftover fettuccini noodle and read the words embossed.
J & B Construction. Blade Frederick, President.
Rather a fancy title to disguise what was probably a sole-proprietorship. She shivered as her gaze swept over the card again. His name was Blade.
Shed briefly heard it once or twice at the bar, but it hadnt really registered. It did now, and his name fit. Saras prophetic words came rushing back, and Cassidy dropped the card back into the trash compactor.
She couldnt call him.
She stared at the card, lying faceup on the congealing fettuccine Alfredo. She had to call him. She had no choice. Besides, he said he would recommend a handyman, not do the work himself.
Inaction paralyzed her, and finally anger overtook her. She was being silly. Last night had just been too much beer and too much of feeling sorry for herself because of her home situation.
She grabbed the card back out of the compactor and kicked the stainless steel door closed.
Shed simply make it clear toBlade that she needed his help and that she wasnt interested in any of his other services.
Besides, over the phone she wouldnt be tempted to look at his hands and wonder if
She brushed that distracting thought aside as she swore never to drink beer again. I can do this, Cassidy whispered the pep talk to herself as she reached for the phone. She dialed the number for J & B Construction. Besides, itll be fine, she told herself. After yesterday I deserve a break.
Chapter Two
Blade needed a break, and not an endless coffee break like his secretary still seemed to be on. Bidding onand winningthe job to build the states newest revenue office should have been a piece of cake. But it wasnt turning out that way, and Jake was annoyed.
Blade hated it when Jake, his best friend and business partner, was annoyed. It always spelled trouble.
Were up against D. W. Braun, and its down to just us two, Jake said.
Blade sat forward, letting the back of his leather chair thump him gently in the back. He knew there was more. What do they have on our bid?
Im not sure. His partner, and technically the company co-president, paced the room anxiously. Ive heard on the street that D.W.s put money into some political campaigns.
Figures. Blade gritted his teeth. So much for the lowest bidder.
Come on, Blade, we know its rarely the lowest bidder. Its the bidder with the longest tentacles who can justify all the expenses and pad the congressmens pockets. Thats why public projects always run over budget.
Not with our company.
Of course not. Jake knew Blade was as honest and ethical as they came, and their company had a reputation for the same. But weve only been bidding on public projects for the past two years. Were new in this arena. We usually do private, like the renovation of the old Caferelli warehouse into an upscale hotel and lofts.
I want this project, Blade said. We have the best design and the best company for the job. I want to see us diversify from just office buildings and 200,000-square-foot retail developments.
Exactly, Jake agreed with a short nod. We want to diversify. To do that weve got to get out there on the social scene. Make some political contacts. Show them were serious about running with the big boys.
Thats your job. Blade took a mechanical pencil and tapped it, top down, on the mahogany desk. I may own a half dozen custom suits, but I dont wear them unless I have to. You win jobsI work the field and make sure we come in under budget and on time.
Yeah, but we want to continue to grow, dont we?
Grow? Blade snorted his disbelief. Were the fastest growing commercial contractor in the nation. We did two billion in revenue last year.
Exactly. Two million less than the year before. Jake sounded as if two million was the end of the world. Come on, Blade. I want this company to be one of the top in the country, and so do you. Right now were number ten in Houston and thirty-third in the nation.
And were not satisfied with that? Blade asked. Their growth had been so phenomenal theyd passed companies in business for generations, not a mere eighteen years.
Of course were not satisfied, Jake replied. We made a goal when we graduated high school that wed never settle. Remember?
The ringing of Blades desk phone interrupted the conversation. He frowned. Hed left orders not to be disturbed. Obviously the temp at the front reception desk had screwed up again. Already this morning shed disconnected three important calls.
Blade checked his tone. No use scaring the temp. He could replace her tomorrow. Better yet, hed have his secretary do it. Hello?
Hello, the female voice on the phone said slowly. Blade stopped tapping the pencil. Not the temp, and not one of his former girlfriends. He would have recognized one of their voices. Still, the voice sounded oddly familiar.
Ive gotten lost in the phone system twice now. I want to speak with Blade Frederick about fixing some code violations.
Great. The temp had screwed up. J & B did not do code violation repairs.
Lady, were Blade began, but she cut him off before he could finish.
Please, she said, her voice a breathy rush. I need Blade Frederick. He said he could help me and Ive tried everyone else. I have four pages of predications. You should have seen the guy. He just kept writing. If it werent for Lillian I never would have been in this fix.
On the other end of the phone Cassidy bit her tongue. Had she just said that, again?
In his office Blade waved off Jakes curious look and silent whisper of Who is it?
It was the girl from last night, and no, Blade himself couldnt believe it. Shed called. Last night hed left the bar long before she had, and hed spent a sleepless night dreaming of her. He hadnt woken up in a hot sweat like that since hed been a randy teenager.
And shed called. Unbelievable. Hed certainly lost that bet with himself.
He steadied his tone before speaking. No use giving away too much yet. You do know were a commercial contractor.
Sitting in her home office, Cassidy had no idea what that meant. No, she said. Look, I need to talk to Blade. I need him.
Blade shifted. That was not an image he needed at 11:00 a.m. Didnt she know what a seductive voice she had? He should tell her she had him. Youve got him.
Oh. Cassidy never felt so out of her element.
Look, Im a little busy right now, but how about you fax the list to me and Ill take a look at them?
Cassidy shifted the cordless phone to her other ear. So much for worrying about him hitting on her. Far from it.
All right, she replied, her ego just a bit dented that shed worried for nothing. She fingered the list that sat on her desk. Whats your fax number?
Blade gave it to her. Ill send it right over, Cassidy said. I cant thank you enough. My neighbor Lillian, I told you about her, she kept telling the inspector she was a senators wife. The more she talked, the more he wrote.
Hed heard all that before. Fax it over and give me a number where I can reach you.
Okay, Cassidy replied. Oh. By the way, Im Cassidy.
Great, Cassidy, Blade said, deliberately keeping his tone professional. Send it over and Ill get back to you.
Uh, thanks.
No problem. Blade set down the phone before she had a chance to say anything else. He chuckled.
What is it? Jake asked.
Blade leaned back in his swivel chair and linked his hands behind his head. I met this woman in the bar last night. Pretty thing, one of those rich women who live around the medical center and Rice University. The building inspector hit her up for four pages of violations.
Jake gave a low whistle. And she called you?
Blade stretched and shook his head before he sat forward. Well, I gave her my card.
Jake looked impressed. You dog. I didnt think you still had it in you. Youve been out of the scene awhile.
Yeah, well, I told her Id find her a handyman. I really didnt think shed call.
She probably figured out how much youre worth.
Thats the funny part. She has no clue. She wants me to find someone to fix her home predications. She thinks Im some redneck, not a CEO.
But you didnt correct her. You told her to fax you. Suddenly Jake laughed as Blade grinned. Youre a devil, Blade. Just wanted to know if you still had it, huh?
Yeah, well, Blade changed that subject, besides it really isnt her fault. I kind of feel sorry for her. Her fiancs mother kept telling the city inspector she was married to a senator or something. So dont get your hopes up. Ill help her find a contractor, but thats all.
Jakes ears perked up, and he ignored the last part of Blades explanation. Senator? Did you say senator?
Fire alarms pealed in Blades head. Dont look at me like that. Weve been friends for too long. You should be warning me off. Shes set to be married.
Thats irrelevant. I like married women. They dont want to settle down, just play. Which senator?
Blade had long ago given up on Jake and his morals of an alley cat. I dont know. All I remember is that his wifes name is Lillian.
Jakes jaw dropped and he stared at Blade. Lillian Morris?
Blade arched an eyebrow. You know her?
Everyone knows Lillian whether they want to or not. Shes a firebrand who gets her way because shell just run you over if you dont move.
Blade shrugged. Whatever. She didnt make much of an impression on the building inspector.
Jake blinked in surprise. Thats because he hasnt learned better. I bet hell never make that mistake again.
Anyway, Ill look at the predications, and Ill call her and find someone to fix them for her. I offered to do it last night in the bar. My mother raised me to be a gentleman.
Yeah, when she was home. Anyway, while youre being so ignoble, why dont you just hit the lady up for an invitation to meet the infamous Lillian. Senator Morris has a lot of pull in this town. We could use the connection.
That didnt sound good. How about you meet the famous Lillian?
Jakes smile turned wicked. Maybe I will. You described the girl on the phone as a pretty thing, but I know you. Shes hot, isnt she?
Blade shifted. Sure hed describe Cassidy as hot, but that sounded so cheap. She was beautiful, an image of perfection, just as hed thought last night.
Jakes gray eyes gleamed at Blades silence. I think I want to meet her. After all, it is my job to make contacts.
The idea of Jake, whom he liked a lot but wouldnt set up with his sister even if he had one, didnt sit well at all. No, the idea of Jake meeting the lady from the night before, Cassidy, didnt sit well at all.
Ill do it, Blade said simply, his decision instantaneous. Ill get you a meeting with Senator Morris, and you take it from there. There, that solution sounded just fine.
Sending Jake after Cassidy was like sending Christians to the lions.
Jake grinned. Blade, my man, we are now on our way into Houston old money society, and I have just the plan to get us there.
Blade frowned. Jakes ideas involving women and Blade often backfired. Yeah, well lets hope it doesnt leave a bad taste in my mouth.
Money never leaves a bad taste, Blade, Jake chided. Its time you learned that. Yep, high time you learned that, especially when the babe is hot. Now you listen to me, and Ill tell you what we are going to do.
CASSIDY COULDNT BELIEVE her luck. A man named Jake from J & B Construction had called and told her that his company would do her work. Even better, hed told her that J & B was licensed by the city and oversaw a crew that would do the job.
She pushed a loose strand of blond hair back off of her face. Jake had told her someone would come over at four-thirty. Shed be his last appointment of the day.
The doorbell rang, and she threw it open.
I saw your car and since I knew you were home, I came over to discuss the flowers.
Lillian! Cassidy managed to step out of the way before Lillian barged right in. Im meeting with the contractor.
Lillian stopped and peered over her glasses. Is he here?
Not yet. Any minute.
Lillian didnt look too concerned. Well then, you have plenty of time.
No, I dont. Cassidy tried anyway, but as always, protests with Lillian were useless.
I talked it over with Dan this morning and he agreed with me.
Of course he had, Cassidy thought. Hed just smiled and nodded, just like his father did when Lillian got her teeth into something.
Orchids. Well be doing orchids. I think thats the perfect flower, and well get them at Estelles. All I need to tell her is the color, although honestly I think well be sticking with pure white. You do agree white is best, dont you?
Sure, Cassidy said in resignation, giving Lillian a smile and a nod. Anything to get Lillian out of the house.
The last thing Cassidy needed was Lillian scaring off the contractor. Shed done enough damage with the city inspector.
Excellent. Ive also booked the church for 3:00 p.m., June 10. An afternoon wedding is best, and your rehearsal dinner is the night before. Im still choosing the location. I cant decide between The Ryan Room or Gillamaines. Lillian stopped to draw a rare breath. We also have a private appointment tomorrow evening at Monicas Boutique to find you an appropriate wedding dress.
I thought Id wear my mothers dress, Cassidy said. Its in a box in the attic, and
Lillians mouth dropped open in surprise and she looked as if Cassidy had grown another head. That wont do, dear, especially with your parents getting divorced. Heavens, no. Lillian shook her head vehemently. Tomorrow evening at six. Well be the only ones in the shop. Ill pick you up at five. You know how traffic can be.
Cassidy gave Lillian another smile and nod before panic struck. Was that a truck pulling into the driveway? It was. Not good. Somehow Cassidy managed to usher Lillian to the door and got her through it. See you tomorrow, Lillian.
Cassidy leaned back against the door and took a moment to sigh with relief. Home safe.
Oh, you must be the contractor, she heard Lillian say.
Nope, out at third. Cassidy threw open the front door and walked out. The Ford 350 truck now sitting in her driveway looked as if it had known better days. Red with faded black lettering on the passenger side door, it proudly proclaimed to be from J & B Construction.
You are the contractor, right? Lillian asked.
That would be me, maam.
Great. Lillian was already engaging the contractor in conversation. Did the infernal woman ever stop talking? Cassidy bit her lip and sped up. Wearing heels didnt help.
Worse, once again shed had a mean thought about Lillian. That was so unlike herself. She usually had such good manners and polite thoughts.
And just when had the front walk gotten so long? Finally Cassidy reached the back of the truck. The contractor had his back to her, with Lillian facing him. He stood about six-six and had a nice posterior. Great, Cassidy thought. One night with Sara and now she was looking at everyone.
Cassidy paused just a moment, turning around to take a second look at something shed at first only caught in the periphery of her eye.
Just what did that homemade back license plate say? Power Strokers do it better? Dear Lord. Dont let Lillian see that.
Whats that license plate mean?
Too late.
Its the engine. Ford has a diesel power stroke.
Cassidy saw Lillian nod as if she understood. I see, Lillian said. But shouldnt you have a real license plate?
Trucks over a certain gross vehicle weight dont need back plates. We pull trailers.
Oh. So that plate really isnt a sexual thing at all.
Uh, well, the contractor began.
Cassidy rolled her eyes and stepped closer. Time to interrupt before someone got himself in deep trouble with the matriarch of the Houston morality police. Hi, Im Cassidy Clayton. I believe youre looking for me.
As he turned around, she gasped. He wasnt supposed to be here. Jake had said
Mistake number five didnt look surprised to see her. Instead he gave her a wide smile.
Hello again, he said. Im here to do your work.
LILLIAN GLANCED over her glasses, her gaze speculative. You two have met?
Yes, he said, his gaze never leaving Cassidys.
No, she said, wrenching hers away.
Lillians head turned from one to another as if she were watching a championship Ping-Pong match. So which is it?
No, we havent met, Cassidy inserted quickly. She gave the man a wide smile that didnt reach her eyes. She had never thought she would see him again! After all, wasnt he a president? He really was a one-man, well, a two-man operation. After talking to a receptionist, and then Jake, shed hoped otherwise.
We just talked on the phone today. This is my contractor, uh After rolling his name on her tongue all day, now she couldnt get his name out.
Blade, he finished smoothly, returning her fake smile with an infuriatingly real, and extremely sexy, one of his own.
Blade, Cassidy repeated. She shot him a warning glance and hoped the man had enough brain cells upstairs to figure out what she meantkeep quiet.
Seemingly satisfied with the explanation, Lillian broke into a small smile. So, youre doing all the repairs on Cassidys house?
Thats what I intend on doing, he replied. His tone insinuated to Cassidy that there might be more to his plan. Cassidy shifted on her feet.
Oh, good, Lillian said, seeming not to notice the sexual undercurrents as she warmed to a topic she knew way too well. Cassidy needs to get rid of this house quickly. Thank goodness it closes in two weeks. I mean, you heard why she has to sell it didnt you? Her philandering father left her mother for a younger woman and
Great. One more complication to her already hectic life. Now the infernal contractor, Bladeshe got his name right this timeknew her personal business. First things first. Time to get Lillian moving toward her own home.
I doubt he really cares about my parents problems, Lillian, Cassidy said. Relying on her training as an image consultant, she froze her smile in place and hoped that Lillian would get the subtle message. Instead Lillian looked confused.
Cassidy wanted to scream. Did no one around her understand body language? This was her career, and she was good at it. Somehow she managed to keep her voice calm. Im sure hes on the clock, and Im sure he wants to go home soon. Ill see you at five tomorrow.
Five, Lillian repeated. She let her gaze rove over Blade one last time. Cassidy bristled. Did every woman stare at him like that? Then Lillian straightened as if the moment hadnt occurred and gave Cassidy a stern look of warning. We need to be on time tomorrow. Monicas is open only to us, so dont forget. Five.
As if youd let me forget, Cassidy said under her breath after Lillian slipped through the gate in the hedge between the two side yards.
His voice was right by her ear. So I take it thats the infamous mother-in-law-to-be.
Thats her. Cassidy whirled around and found herself facing Blades chest. Whoa. She took a step back Would you care to explain what you are doing here?
Im the contractor.
Why did he upset her equilibrium so? Yes, well, your card said youre the president.
He grinned, and Cassidy wished shed never called him. Oh, thats a little joke Jake and I have. We own the company together. Hes also a president. But I can assure you, Im a contractor.
She struggled to regain control of the mess she was now in. Well I can see that. You have a truck, and youre dressed in
Theyre called carpenter whites. Whites for short.
Cassidy swallowed. Never had a pair of dirty white pants and a dirty white T-shirt looked so good. They hinted too well at what lay beneath. And just when had he gotten so tall? And his chest so broad? She gathered her wits, and rallied.
Well, why didnt you say something on the phone when I called?
His greenish-blue eyes twinkled, drowning her. And ruin the surprise?
She found a life preserver. I dont like surprises.
His cheek dimpled as his smile curved upward. I do, especially when it was a phone call from you. Imagine you calling me, especially after insisting you didnt need my help last night. I thought youd just throw my card away.
She had, but she wasnt going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.
His voice washed over her. Ironic isnt it, how fate works?
Look, this is a business arrangement. She stressed the word business.
He shot her another infuriating grin, as if he knew exactly what she was really thinking. Never said it wasnt. He sobered his expression for a second. Look, do you want me to do this work or not? Or would you rather hire someone else?
Cassidy drew herself up. As if she could find another contractor on this short notice, and he knew it. After all, she only had ten business days until closing. Fine, then. Come inside and Ill show you what that infernal city inspector is referring to.
With a huff she turned and walked toward the house.
IT WAS ALL BLADE COULD do to stop from humming to himself. Hed made one change to Jakes misguided plan.
Hed borrowed one of his foremens trucks for the occasion, and from the expression on Cassidys face, it had been worth it. While Jake wanted him to reveal who he was, Blade didnt. Why spoil her preconceived notions? No, his plan of appearing like the everyday Joe that Cassidy had pegged him for had gone off perfectly.
Blade grinned at his success. Earlier that day hed considered Jakes suggestion of driving his own truck, but the more he thought of it, the more he had decided not to.
She already thought he was just a blue-collar workingman. While Blade had a diesel Ford 350 himself, he knew it didnt look like what Cassidy thought a contractors truck would look like, not with leather seats and being loaded with every known option.
Besides, shed never believe his truck cost almost as much as a Corvette.
So, instead he had borrowed Franks truck, and of course, the forty-year-old Frank had been only too happy to exchange his work truck for Blades new BMW convertible, which, too, had cost a few hundred less than Blades truck.
Ill even take the wife on a date, Frank had said with a grin. Ill tell her I sold the truck. Itll pay her back for my license plate.
Blade had laughed. Everyone knew Franks wife was a practical joker, and shed gotten him the plate as a gag gift for his fortieth birthday.
Blade snapped to attention as Cassidy began talking. This is the first predication, she said as she came to the front steps. He said something about needing some new boards, plus he wanted the entire front porch painted.
I saw that on the fax you sent, Blade said. He reached into the pocket of his pants. I brought it with me.
Cassidys lips thinned into a slight smile. Youre so efficient.
That would be me, he replied, ignoring her slight sarcasm. Heck, hed be a mite upset if someone had just pulled this surprise on him. However, he rationalized, he was going to fix her house, so in the end that made it all okay. And despite how pretty she was, he wasnt going to hit on her the way she obviously thought he was.
His gaze scanned the porch. She did need a few new boards, but nothing really major. Why dont you show me the rest?
Front door needs painting, Cassidy said as they walked through it. All the windows need to have working sashes. Something about the springs being broken. When the city inspector lifted the one in the bay window, the whole window fell out.
Blade nodded. Thats not difficult. I know where to get the parts.
Good. And with that, Cassidy was on a roll. Twenty minutes later Blade was certain of two things. One was that the city inspector had been overzealous in citing things that he really didnt need to have cited. The other was that Cassidy Clayton had grown up with every possible advantage in life.
His bedroom, which hed shared with his two older brothers, would have fit in the master bedroom closet. The master bathroom of the house, which needed all new plumbing fixtures, was bigger than the living room and kitchen where hed grown up.
Sure he had a house about the same size now, but hed worked and sweated for every brick. Cassidy had simply been born into it.
Thats all of them, she said. Think you can have all this work done in a week?
Blade stared at her. Shed pushed her hair behind her ears and was peering earnestly up at him. Darn, but she was pretty.
Im going to have to work nights to get these all finished, he said. Where those words had come from, he would later decide that he didnt know. Theyd just slipped out. He was the boss. He could do what he wanted, and he could work days.
You want time and a half? She seemed shocked.
I didnt say that, he replied, trying to backtrack. Jake gave you our bid already for all hours worked. No matter what time of day, fixed hourly rate. You only have about twenty hours of work.
So whats the catch?
Was there a catch? He thought about it a second and dismissed what Jake wanted him to do out of his head. No catch. Itll take me about four days of about five hours each. Ill get here at four and leave by nine.
She frowned. Look, he said, Thats the best I can do. Ive got other jobs in the queue, as well, and somehow Im going to have to balance everything. So I wont get here until four. But I will get your predications done and have them done before your deadline.
The thought of him in her house at night seemed so I sometimes have to work at night, Cassidy said, pushing thoughts of Blade in her house at night out of her mind. That was not a path she should tread. He raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to explain, and she felt the need to. Im an image consultant, and depending on the day I attend dinner functions and
Suddenly he didnt want to hear about her social life. He cut her off. If you arent here to let me in, then Ill need a key and your alarm code.
He almost wanted to laugh at her horrified reaction. We are licensed and bonded, maam.
Cassidy, she corrected automatically. She hated being called maam. It made her feel old.
Cassidy. He rolled her name on his tongue and decided that he liked it. Well, Cassidy, since Im here, shall I get started?
Her mouth puckered. Youre starting the job tonight?
He folded his arms across his chest. Is there a problem with that? Im already here, and I need to make a list of stuff I need. Plus, you dont have time to spare.
He was right.
Cassidy gulped and tore her gaze off Blades chest. Last night Sara had said something about stroking it and discovering if his chest was smooth or covered with dark whirls of hair.
If he took off his shirt when he worked in the Texas heat shed know.
Whoa! Wait right there. Those were not thoughts she should have. Think of Dan, think of Dan.
Oh, God. Dan. Hed be over in less than an hour to take her out to dinner. He had some clients to impress. That meant she needed a shower, and she needed to redo her makeup andThen again, she also needed to have her predications fixed. What was it Blade had asked?
Normally she wasnt so scatterbrained. Maybe it was the stress of everything. Her parents had dumped the selling of the family home and moving the few belongings they wanted to keep into her lap.
No problem, she said after finally remembering his question about whether he should get started tonight. Just stay on the first floor.
The last thing she needed was for him to be in her bedroom. Thankfully that had been one room that hadnt needed any repairs.
Ill try, Blade replied, his gaze sweeping over her.
See that you do, she said, suddenly feeling the need for a long, cold shower. She now knew the truth. She couldnt blame her physical reaction to him on beer.
Turning, she disappeared up the stairs. She had the distinct impression that he stared at her legs the whole time.
Chapter Three
As Cassidy walked away, Blade let himself take a long look at her legs as she walked upstairs. Nice and slender. He liked that. A lot.
Too bad he couldnt let himself really like her. Liking Cassidy would be a mistake. She was engaged, and he, unlike Jake, didnt tread on another mans domain.
But he could look. That was acceptable, no harm done, and it could be his job perk.
Jake could get Lillian as the job perk. That would serve him right.
Humming to himself, Blade began an inventory of what materials he would need in order to do the work. About a half hour later he looked at the long list hed made and compared it with the city inspectors predications. He frowned. Hed missed something.
Blade shook his head as he realized what it was. How had he missed something so obvious? He needed ground-fault interrupters for one of the guest bathrooms upstairs.
He thought for a moment, trying to remember how the house had been wired. Newer homes often had one GFI circuit breaker that had all the outlets wired to it. Older homes often had individual circuits and each receptacle needed a GFI.
He strode toward the back staircase. Hed just have to go test them and see. It would only take a second.
Blade paused on the upstairs landing, but he wasnt interested in the original Monet hanging on the wall. Instead, it was the muffled sound of water that had caught his attention. Cassidy was in the shower.
He stood there a moment, unable to stop from visualizing the rushing water streaming down her back, over her breasts and down her legs. He shook himself. That job perk vision was off-limits. He moved down the hall and into a spare bedroom. This had to be the right one. Hed just check the outlet and be on his way.
He paused, stricken, remembering that Virginia Woolf line, People shouldnt have looking glasses in their houses.
For it was true.
For there, reflected in the mirror, he could see Cassidy, clear as day, through the shower door.
God, she was gorgeous. The steam hadnt yet covered the see-through glass, giving him a perfect glimpse of her high, firm breasts. And her legshis mouth dried as she worked a mesh sponge over her body. His earlier fantasy about her legs had been nothing compared to the reality.
The reality was much better.
He stood, transfixed, as if someone had frozen him in time. Her voice drifted into his consciousness. She was singing some old Madonna tune about being a virgin touched for the very first time.
He attempted to move his feet. He wasnt a Peeping Tom. He didnt look on unknowing women, especially engaged ones. His feet refused to budge.
Another part of his anatomy was refusing to follow directions, as well, and Blade swallowed a groan. He had to admit the truth.
Despite himself, he wanted this woman.
Damn it, man! A voice cut into his brain, overriding the desire paralyzing him. You know better than this! First off shes engaged, and most important, shes not your type.
The sound of Cassidy turning off the water jolted him to action. He fled before she could see him.
Quickly he headed down the back stairs. The GFIs could wait until tomorrow. Hed just bring a half dozen and be on the safe side.
He could replace all of them if need be. He jerked a hand through his chestnut-brown hair. Why hadnt she been using the master bathroom? After all, she was alone in the house.
Dumb mistake, Blade, dumb. He strode through the kitchen so fast that he almost didnt see the smaller man standing in front of him.
Hey.
Sorry. Blade checked his movements in order to stop from body slamming the man by accident.
Who are you? The man looked surprised, and he drew himself up. At five foot eight he failed to dwarf or intimidate Blades six-foot-six-inch frame.
Contractor, Blade said, irritated with the question and the mans obvious ease in Cassidys kitchen. So this was the beloved fianc.
The man brushed a piece of lint from his perfectly tailored suit. Contractor? Cassidy hired a contractor?
Did the man not know what his fiance did? She did. Cant you tell by the whites and the tool belt?
The man frowned, as if trying to remember something. Finally he spoke. Why does Cassidy need a contractor?
Blade wondered if the man was dense. Maybe he should have body slammed him, but he doubted that would have knocked any sense into him. Besides, didnt people in love share everything? Have discussions?
Then again, it had always been one-sided between him and Clara. Hed never really shared anything with her, and hed almost married her, which would have been totally unfair. She was now blissfully happy with someone else.
Cassidy needs a contractor to fix her home predications, the violations the inspector cited.
Predications. The fianc mulled that over for a moment. I guess she did tell me about that.
For a moment Blade felt sorry for Cassidy, especially if this was her ideal man. Im starting work today, Mr. He paused to let the fianc fill in the blank.
The man blinked, and Blade wondered if his mind really was a million miles away. Oh, yes. Im Dan. Dan Morris. Im Cassidys fianc. I live next door.
Blade already knew that.
Well, Dan Morris, Im Blade Frederick. The contractor.
Um, yes. Weve established that.
Exactly, Blade said, taking control of the conversation. Im fixing her home predications. Since its such short notice Ill be working nights to get the job done. She does have four pages of predications you know.
Yes, I guess she does. Behind his wire-rim glasses Dan blinked again. She did tell me, its just that Ive been busy working on a new exhibit at the museum. Im trying to get a life-size dinosaur skeleton, like Sue at the Field Museum in Chicago, only much better. It would be the highlight of our new wing and
Dan! Cassidy stood in the doorway wearing a silken robe that knotted at her waist. Her blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders. I thought I heard your voice. What are you doing here already?
Dan frowned. Im picking you up. Were meeting the Schmidts for dinner. You couldnt have forgotten. You know how important this is, and you never forget anything.
No. Of course not. Cassidy shook her head, sending the damp strands flying. The action caused Blades breath to lodge in his throat. I didnt forget. Its not until eight.
No, were meeting them at seven. Cass, love, you did forget, Dan chided. At Dans response, Blade decided Dan really was the absentminded professor type who fit in well at a museum.
I guess. Cassidy ran her fingers through her hair, causing a lump to form in Blades throat. She was too pretty. Ill just go get ready. Ill only be a moment.
We cant be late, Dan told Blade as Cassidy darted back upstairs. The Schmidts are important investors, and Im hoping that theyll contribute generously to the new wing we have under construction. In case you havent gathered, Im the curator for the science center thats being expanded downtown.
Thats nice, Blade said. That had been another job J & B Construction had lost out on to D. W. Braun.
Yes. Cassidy knows how important financing is to the various exhibits. Im trying to convince the Schmidts to donate a large sum of money. It wont look good if were late.
I said Ill be ready, Cassidy called down the stairs.
Hearing her voice made Blade wonder what Cassidy saw in Dan Morris.
The man was boring. Couldnt she see she was settling? Hed been bored with Clara, and she with him. Clara had just been there, almost like a doormat. She had been a constant in his life, someone safe and secure. It had been almost too late when he realized that both he and Clara deserved more, and that settling for safety didnt mean youd found love.
With Clara there had been no passion, and after last night and their verbal sparring, Blade knew Cassidy had loads of passion.
Couldnt Dan see that? The image of Cassidy in the silken robe was already imprinted on Blades libido, and knowing what was under it made the illusion of covering it even more seductive. Way past time to get out of here.
Cassidy, I need a key, he called up the stairs.
Dan, give Blade your key and the alarm code.
Are you sure? Dan called.
Yes, Cassidy shouted back. Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key chain. He removed a key from the fob and passed it to Blade.
The code, too? Dan called.
The code, too, Cassidy said, and Blade heard her feet on the hardwood stairs. Hes licensed and bonded, Cassidy said, adjusting an earring as she entered the kitchen.
Blades heart skipped a beat. Hed been wrong. She wasnt just pretty. She was gorgeous.
Lingerie models couldnt hold a candle to her. His eyes drank in the way the red slip dress curved over her figure to layer just above her knees in small, loose ruffles.
Blade wondered what was wrong with Dan.
He wasnt even looking at Cassidy, but rather the afternoon daily.
Was the man blind? Maybe he needed to have his glasses checked.
For if Cassidy were Blades fiance, he sure wouldnt be treating her this way. No, hed never complain if shed forgotten the time, especially if she greeted him looking like that and wearing only a silk robe. Hed be thinking, the heck with the Schmidts. They could eat by themselves while he and Cassidy made passionate love upstairs.
Or that short dress would just lift up, and he would lean her back on the kitchen island and see whether lace or silk was hiding underneath.
Instead Dan was now checking his watch.
Blade shook his head, clearing his erotic and disturbing thoughts. Cassidys choice of a husband was her problem. He just didnt think she should be settling, as Clara had tried to do.
What he had to do, though, was check his lust for her. That was his problem.
He had to admit it; he lusted for her. He had from the moment shed sent the peanuts flying across his bar. But he knew his lust would be just a temporary phase hed go through. Hed given up phases long ago; he could outlast this one, too. As a grown man he knew that you didnt get everything you wanted.
She belonged to someone else.
Blade, Cassidy said.
To get his attention, her hand touched his briefly. The small gesture sent a shock ricocheting through him. He quickly removed his hand, breaking the electricity sparking through him.
For an instant he wondered if shed felt it, but the smooth facade had returned. The alarm code is 4321. Not very original, I know, but my mother couldnt remember numbers.
Blade repeated, 4321. Even though he knew he wouldnt forget, he reached up and took a flat carpenters pencil out from behind his ear and wrote the number on the thigh portion of his white pants.
He glanced back up at her and caught her watching him, her guard down. How much time do I have?
Oh, right. She again regained composure. Youll have forty-five seconds to get from any of the doors to the box. Its right here in the pantry. She moved to a door and opened it.
Blade didnt bother to look inside the pantry. Instead he stared at Cassidy, watching the dress cling and swish as she moved.
Suddenly he needed to leave fast. Ill be here tomorrow. With that he took a step toward the door.
I wont be here.
I know. Despite himself and his overpowering need for escape, he turned back and smiled at her. She was so lovely standing there, a vision. He found his voice. I overheard. Monicas at five.
Right, Cassidy repeated. She smiled back at him, and Blade felt a stirring in his soul at her next words. Thank you. I appreciate your helping me.
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Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: Cassidy Clayton had a case of the hots for Mr. Toolbelt, aka Blade Frederick, her contractor. But Blade wasn′t the man she was supposed to marry. Bad-boy Blade wasn′t even in her league…but their combustible chemistry made them both forget which side of the tracks they came from!Blade Frederick enjoyed seeing a rich girl get hot under the collar. They had something special between them, but Cassidy was forbidden territory. Blade knew their time was running out…and so he had to make a decision–should he let Cassidy make the biggest mistake of her life or tell her the truth about what was in his heart?