โ Scribed by Eileen Wilks
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Injured, weary, Duncan McClain had come home to forget . . . to forget his last mission, and the friend who died. This should have been a time of healing for the haunted soldier, a time of peace. But then she walked in.
She was Gwen Van Allen, a fragile, sophisticated beauty--who also happened to be the mother of his brother's secret son. She'd come to Highpoint to introduce little Zach to his father. Duncan had to do what was right; he had to stay away. But as his brother got to know the boy, Duncan spent time with Gwen. And soon forbidden passion began to rise. Dare he risk the love of his brother for the love of a woman?
Chapter 1
(Highpoint, Colorado)
Humidity fogged the kitchen window where Duncan stood, gathering in tiny droplets at the bottom of one pane. Spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove, layering the air with scent--oregano, basil, the sweetish bite of onion and the meaty aroma of the Italian sausage he liked to use instead of hamburger. The phone was ringing.
Probably his brother. If not, the caller would either give up soon or leave a message.
He wiped a clear circle of fog and let his hand rest on the glass. It was cold. According to the calender spring had arrived, but winter died slowly in the mountains. It was likely to hang on, snarling and snapping, for another few weeks.
He looked out at the line of cedars his father had planted along the back fence when he was three. They were nearly thirty feet tall now. He tilted his head and saw a gray sky sliced and diced by the bare black limbs of the oak that sheltered the rear of the house.
Three rings . . .
Duncan counted heartbeats in the silence between rings. His pulse was still elevated from his workout. A drop of sweat meandered down his neck. His arm throbbed like a mother, but that was to be expected. Hed learned to stop before throbbing turned to solid pain. Pushing for more than his body could give just slowed down his recovery, and he couldnt afford any setbacks. Hed maxed out his personal leave; added to medical leave, that gave him just over a month to get himself in shape.
In more ways than the obvious.
Four rings. Idly he rubbed the raised tissue of the new scar on his forearm. It was cold outside, but free of ice or snow. He could run.
With a click, the answering machine picked up. After a pause he heard his brothers gravelly voice: "Youd better be in the shower or something, not out running in this weather. Im in no mood to nurse you through pneumonia." Another pause. "Ill be a little late--a problem with a supplier." Then the click as he disconnected.
He shook his head. Habits died hard--especially with someone as thick-headed as his big brother. Did Ben think the army only let them go out to play when the weather was nice?
Still, he should pull on a dry sweatshirt. He headed for the stairs at the front of the old house.
The doorbell rang. He paused with one foot on the stairs, tempted to ignore it as he had the phone. But this intrusion had arrived in person, and would have seen his Jeep out front. He or she would probably keep ringing for awhile, and it was cold outside.
Reluctantly he went to the front door, turned the deadbolt and pulled the door open.
The woman on his doorstep looked cold. Her hands were pushed into the pockets of a pale pink cardigan that zipped up the front; it was the exact shade of her creased trousers. Her sneakers were pink, too, with shiny silver shoelaces. The flat white purse slung over her shoulder had the soft look of expensive leather. Her hair was icy blond and very short, revealing complicated little knots of wire and gems that dangled from her ears, which were small and pink with cold. So was the tip of her slightly crooked nose. Otherwise she was pale. And tiny. If she were to step straight forward into his arms, the top of her head would fit easily under his chin.
His heartbeat picked up. His mind skittered for purchase.
She was too young, too skinny. Her hips were no wider than a boys, and the hand she pulled out of one pocket was long and narrow. He wasnt attracted to tiny, fragile-looking women a decade younger than him.
What color were her eyes? In the fading light he couldnt tell.
Then those uncertain-colored eyes met his. And his thoughts spilled out, leaving his mind blank.
"Is Ben here?" she asked. "Benjamin McClain?" When he stared dumbly at her, her eyebrows pulled together.
Dear God.
"I have come to the right house, havent I?"
What is this? What just happened? He licked dry lips. "Ben will be home soon. Im his brother, Duncan. Duncan McClain." After a long moment it occurred to him to step aside. "Come in."
Library : Romance
Universes : At Midnight [02]
Formats : EPUB
ISBN : 9780373272808
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