Runaway Temptation. Maureen Child

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       One

      “I hate weddings.” Caleb Mackenzie ran his index finger around the inside of his collar. But that didn’t do a thing to loosen the tie he wore, or to rid himself of the “wish I were anywhere but here” thoughts racing through his mind. “I feel like I’m overdressed for my own hanging.”

      Caleb wasn’t real fond of suits. Sure, he had a wide selection of them since he needed them for meetings and business deals. But he was much more comfortable in jeans, a work shirt and his favorite boots, running his ranch, the Double M. Still, as the ranch grew, he found himself in the dreaded suits more and more often because expansion called for meeting bankers and investors on their turf.

      Right now, though, he’d give plenty to be on a horse riding out across the open range. Caleb knew his ranch hands were getting the work done, but there were stock ponds to check on, a pregnant mare he was keeping an eye on and a hay field still to harvest and store.

      Yet instead, here he stood, in the hot Texas sun, in an elegant suit and shining black boots. He tugged the brim of his gray Stetson down lower over his eyes and slanted a look at the mob of people slowly streaming into the Texas Cattleman’s Club for the ceremony and reception.

      If he could, he’d slip out of town. But it was too late now.

      “You’re preaching to the choir, man.”

      Caleb nodded at his friend Nathan Battle. If he had to be there, at least he had company.

      Nathan settled his cowboy hat more firmly on his head and sent a frown toward his pretty, very pregnant wife standing with a group of her friends. “I swear, I think Amanda really enjoys it when I have to wear a suit.”

      “Women’ll kill you.” Caleb sighed and leaned back against his truck. As hot as he was, he was in no hurry to go inside and take a seat for the ceremony. Given a choice, he’d always choose to be outside under the sky. Even a hot and humid August day was preferable to being trapped inside.

      “Maybe, but it’s not a bad way to go—” Nathan broke off and asked, “Why’re you here, anyway? Not like you’ve got a wife to make you do what you don’t want to do.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Nathan winced and said, “Sorry, man. Wasn’t thinking.”

      “No problem.” Caleb gritted his teeth and swallowed the knot of humiliation that could still rise up and choke him from time to time. The thing about small towns was, not only did everyone know what everybody else was doing—nobody ever forgot a damn thing. Four years since the day his wedding hadn’t happened and everyone in Royal remembered.

      But then, it wasn’t like he’d forgotten, either.

      Amazing, really. In the last few years, this town had seen tornadoes, killer storms, blackmailers and even a man coming back from the dead. But somehow, the memory of Caleb’s botched wedding day hadn’t been lost in the tidal wave of events.

      Nathan shifted position, his discomfort apparent. Caleb couldn’t help him with that. Hell, he was uncomfortable, too. But to dispel the tension, Caleb said lightly, “You should have worn your uniform.”

      As town sheriff, Nathan was rarely dressed in civilian clothes. The man was most comfortable in his khaki uniform, complete with badge, walking the town, talking to everyone and keeping an eye on things. He snorted. “Yeah, that wouldn’t fly with Amanda.”

      A soft smile curved his friend’s mouth and just for a second or two, Caleb envied the other man. “When’s the new baby due again?”

      “Next month.”

      And, though he knew the answer already, Caleb asked, “How many will that make now?”

      Nathan grinned and shot him a wink. “This one makes four.”

      A set of four-year-old twin boys, a two-year-old girl and now another one. “How many are you planning, anyway?”

      Nathan shrugged. “Who says there’s a plan? Mandy loves babies, and I have to say I do enjoy making them.”

      Marriage. Family. All of that slipped by him four years ago. And now that Nathan had reminded him, Caleb idly wondered how many kids he and Meg might have had by now if things had gone the way he’d expected. But the night before their wedding, Meg had run off with Caleb’s brother, Mitch. Now the two of them lived on the family ranch with their set of twins. Three years old, the boy and girl ran wild around the ranch and Caleb put whatever he might have felt for kids of his own into those two.

      There might still be tension between him and his brother, Mitch, not to mention Meg. But he loved those kids more than he would have thought possible.

      “Mitch and Meg still out of town?” Nathan asked, glancing around as if half expecting to see them walking up.

      “Yeah. Visiting Meg’s family.” And Caleb had been enjoying the respite.

      “That’s one way to get out of going to a summer wedding.”

      “Amen.” Caleb loosened his tie a little. Felt like he was beginning to melt out here in the sun. He spared a glance at the sky and watched a few lazy white clouds drifting along. “Who plans a wedding in August, anyway? Hotter than the halls of hell out here.”

      “You know how the Goodmans are,” Nathan answered. “The old man figures he knows everything and the rest of them—except Brooke—just fall in line. Probably his idea to hold it in high summer. No doubt he was aiming for it to be the talk of the town.”

      That sounded like Simon Goodman. Though the man was Caleb’s lawyer, that was more from inertia than anything else. Goodman had been Caleb’s father’s lawyer and when the elder Mackenzie died, Caleb just never bothered to change the situation. So his own inaction had brought him here. Truth be told, Caleb usually avoided attending any weddings since it inevitably brought up old memories that he’d just as soon bury.

      “Anyway,” Nathan said, pushing past the uncomfortable pause in the conversation, “I’m the town sheriff. I’m sort of forced to be at these society things. Why the hell did you come?”

      Caleb snorted. “Normally, I wouldn’t have. But Simon Goodman’s still the ranch attorney. So it’s business to be at his son Jared’s wedding.” And he made a mental note to do something about that real soon. He shrugged. СКАЧАТЬ