Secret Agent Dad. Metsy Hingle

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      Unable to stop herself, Josie stared at him. He had a magnificent body. Tall, strong, solid. He reminded her of a mythical god, a warrior prince cast in bronze and gold, she thought. She ran her gaze over him and paused at a jagged scar on one shoulder, wondering how he’d gotten it. She skimmed past the flat stomach, and shifted lower to where his sex strained against the black briefs. Liquid heat spilled through her as she recalled the feel of him pressed hot and heavy against her thighs. Recognizing the dangerous direction of her thoughts, Josie forced her gaze up to his face. But looking into his eyes proved no safer. They were dark, mysterious and burned with a sensual fire that had the air backing up in her lungs.

      “Angel, unless you’ve changed your mind about joining me in this bed, I think you’d better stop looking at me like that and let me get dressed.”

      Mortified to have been caught gawking at him like a lovestruck schoolgirl, she took a step back to allow him to pass.

      But he made no attempt to leave. Instead he stood there looking impossibly sexy and tempting. The bandage on his forehead added an edge of danger to his appeal, but was at odds with the hint of a smile on his lips.

      “Is there a problem?” she asked, irritated and hurt that he found the mousy little widow’s fascination with him funny.

      “No. I just realized that you must have been the one to undress me last night.”

      Her pride pricked that she’d made herself such a vulnerable target by gaping at him. She hiked up her chin. “It was either that or let you catch pneumonia. You were soaked to the skin.”

      “Hey, I wasn’t complaining. At least not about you undressing me. I just think it’s a shame that I don’t remember.” The grin he flashed her was quick, reckless and did strange things to her pulse.

      “Nothing to remember except being wet and cold,” she informed him primly. Feigning a nonchalance she was far from feeling, Josie said, “You might want to put on some clothes.”

      “Be happy to. But first you’ll need to tell me where I can find them.”

      Color stained her cheeks, and she once again wanted to cringe over letting the man rattle her so badly. “Your things are in the bathroom. I hung them there to dry last night. I’ll get them,” she offered, eager to put some distance between them.

      “That’s all right,” he told her, catching her by the arm as she started to turn away. Another stab of heat shot through Josie at his touch, making her heart slap against her ribs to the beat of a Texas two-step. From the expression on his face, she wasn’t the only one having trouble breathing. “I’ll get them,” he said, his voice rough, gravelly. “I need to use the facilities, anyway.”

      Sure she’d swallow her tongue if she tried to respond, Josie simply nodded. And not until the bathroom door closed behind him was she able to breathe again. Get a grip, Josie. Now is not the time to be hit with your very first lust attack! You’ve got to think, girl. Think!

      But thinking around him wasn’t an easy task, she admitted, as she walked over to the window and sank down to the floral cushion that covered the bench seat. She stared out into the storm that continued to rage outside. A perfect reflection of her own feelings, she mused. None of it made any sense—not her reaction to his man or the predicament she found herself in.

      And she was in a predicament. A real fix, Sister Mary Claire would have called it. She was all alone, isolated on a remote farm nearly two hours from the nearest town with a sexy stranger who claimed to have no memory, but who rattled her common sense and awakened hormones in her that she hadn’t even known she’d possessed. To make matters worse, the normally dry creek bed that ran alongside the road leading to her farm had already overflowed when she’d checked earlier this morning—which meant driving him into Royal or Midland or asking the sheriff from either town to come out here to get him was not an option. Of course, added to the list was the problem of the babies.

      The babies! For Pete’s sake! She smacked her forehead. She hadn’t even told him about the babies. Surely seeing his children would help him remember who he was.

      And remind him that he had a wife?

      The question sneaked itself right into her thoughts. Despite his claim that he wasn’t married and the fact that he lacked a wedding band, she knew darn well the man hadn’t come by those two little darlings by himself. Having been on the receiving end of a cheating husband herself, she certainly didn’t want to be the cause of some other woman’s pain. Because whoever the woman was—wife or girlfriend—she had helped him create two adorable children.

      A tender ache blossomed inside Josie as she thought about the twins. What would it be like to be their mother? To hold their little mouths to her breast as she nursed them, to cradle them in her arms and love them? She had been so sure she would have a houseful of babies of her own by now.

      But no babies had grown inside her. Not a single one. She pressed her hand to her flat belly. Ben had claimed he wasn’t ready to be a father, had wanted to wait. Even if he hadn’t died, she wasn’t sure there would have ever been any babies—given the troubles in their marriage. But, oh, how she’d wanted a child of her own, someone to give all the love she had stored up in her heart. Josie brought the heel of her hand to her chest, rubbed at the spot where her heart beat.

      She heard the door to the bathroom open, and Josie shoved her sad thoughts aside as he came walking into the bedroom again—this time wearing jeans and with a towel draped around his neck. Lord, but the man was beautiful.

      “I found an unopened toothbrush in the medicine cabinet and used it. I hope you don’t mind.”

      “Of course not.” She slid off the bench seat and started toward him, intent on telling him about the babies. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. How I could have forgotten to tell you—”

      One of the babies started to cry, flooding the quiet house with an unhappy wail.

      “What the—” He jerked his gaze toward the doorway, . then back to her. “What was that?”

      “A baby. That’s what I started to tell you. You—”

      “You have a kid?”

      “Me? That’s not my—”

      The second baby got in on the act and started to cry with its twin, creating a set of sobs that would break any mother’s heart or make her tone-deaf if she wasn’t careful.

      He groaned, held a hand to his head and looked back at her. “Jeez. How many kids do you have, anyway?”

      “I don’t have any.” She winced as the cries reached an all-time high note that Josie thought would shatter glass. She made a dash for the door. “But you have two...twins.”

      

      Her reply hit him like a prizefighter’s punch, paralyzing him for long seconds. Speechless, he watched Josie’s cute little tush clear the room, her long legs moving at a fast clip. Unable to move, after the bomb she’d dropped on him, he stood there with his mouth open, his bare feet planted on the floor, his head spinning. The room swam before him. Damn near sure he was going to pass out, he braced his hands against the wall and sucked in air. The dizziness subsided, leaving him feeling as weak as a kitten and wishing he could just start the entire day over. And he’d start it СКАЧАТЬ