Only His. Susan Mallery

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СКАЧАТЬ smiled, her piercing green eyes tilting up at the corners. “So you’ve heard of me. That’s good.”

      “I’m not an expert, of course, but yes. Your work …” She motioned to the sculpture. “It’s very beautiful.”

      Caterina moved next to her and they both faced the piece. “Tell me. What does it make you feel?”

      Nevada swallowed. “I, um … I don’t really know what you’re asking.”

      “When you look at it, what do you think? What did you think when you first saw it?”

      “I’m an engineering student,” she began, feeling herself blush. She glanced at Tucker, hoping he would rescue her, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead his gaze was locked on the other woman.

      “You’re smart, I can tell. What did you feel?”

      Nevada swallowed. “Sad. Like something bad had happened.”

      Caterina threw up her hands and turned in a circle. “Yes. That is it exactly.” She grabbed Nevada by the shoulders and kissed her on each cheek. “Thank you.”

      Nevada blinked a couple of times. “You’re welcome, Ms. Stoicasescu.”

      “Cat, please. All my friends call me that.” She linked arms with Nevada and motioned to the metal. “It is the end of war. Not something likely to happen, but I made it as a reminder of the pain we all feel. I didn’t plan what it would be. I don’t. I am only the vessel. The art comes through me.”

      Cat turned to her. “So, tell me everything about yourself. I know we are going to be great friends.”

      Nevada was taken aback. “What do you want to know?”

      “All. Start at the beginning. I am from Romania. Do you have brothers or sisters? Yes, you must because that’s how Tucker knows you. We must do something together soon. Perhaps go to a party.”

      “I thought we could get lunch,” Tucker told her.

      Cat released Nevada and turned to him. Her head tilted slightly, causing her blue-black hair to tumble over one shoulder.

      “I thought we would stay in.”

      The simple words were quietly spoken, yet when Cat said them, everything changed. Electricity and heat filled the air. Nevada had been staring at Tucker, so she saw his eyes dilate and his shoulders stiffen.

      Still staring at the beautifully exotic woman between them, Tucker said, “Rain check, Nevada?”

      Even with her complete lack of experience when it came to men and sex, Nevada knew what had happened. What would happen the second she left. They would make love, right there, on the floor. Because they were together and Cat was the kind of woman who inspired a man to incredible passion.

      “Sure,” she whispered, already heading for the door.

      She felt foolish and young and out of place. Her heart ached as she was forced to accept that Tucker hadn’t felt the connection. He thought of her as Ethan’s baby sister. He loved Cat.

      When she stepped outside, her eyes burned in the bright sunlight. She wanted to go back, to tell him he was wrong. That he should give her a chance.

      She turned then, new feelings giving her courage, only to see that Cat and Tucker were already in each other’s arms. Their kiss was more intense, more passionate than anything she’d ever seen or imagined. His hands roamed her body, touching, claiming.

      Embarrassed, Nevada closed the door behind her and hurried to her truck. Once she’d driven away, she told herself it didn’t matter. That she would never see Tucker again. Whatever she’d felt for him would fade as quickly as it had come. In a couple of days she would forget all about him.

      CHAPTER THREE

      “YOU KNOW I DON’T LIKE TO INTERFERE,” Denise Hendrix said as she poured chocolate chips into a bowl.

      “If only that were true.” Nevada leaned against the counter and watched her mother mix up cookie batter. “You love to interfere.”

      “No. I love to be right.” Her mother smiled at her. “There’s a difference.”

      “A subtle one.”

      They were in her mother’s kitchen, at the Hendrix family home. Nevada had grown up here. There had been various renovations over the years, the most recent a kitchen remodel, but nothing could ever change the fact that this was the home of her heart.

      Her mother took the bowl to the cookie sheets and began scooping batter into neat rows. “Do you want to talk about it?”

      “There’s not much to say. The interview went badly. I was expecting Elliot Janack and I got Tucker instead.”

      “I thought you liked Tucker.”

      Nevada thought about how desperately she’d been in love with Tucker all those years ago. Not real love—but she’d been young and foolish and caught in a world she’d been unprepared for. Cat had been as much a revelation as Tucker himself.

      “Liking him isn’t the problem.”

      She briefly explained about their short past, the lone sexual encounter, sparing her mother the details. “I was embarrassed about what had happened between us, but he kept bringing it up. I swear, he only wants to hire me now to improve his reputation. I’m not interested in that. The job is a great opportunity, but not under those circumstances.”

      “Did he ask you to have sex with him so he could redeem himself?”

      “No, but I don’t want a pity job.”

      Denise put down the spoon and faced her. “You’re saying he wants to give you a job to make up for being bad in bed?”

      Nevada winced. “It made more sense when I was just thinking that in my head. With you asking the question, it sounds stupid.”

      “There’s probably a reason for that.”

      Denise Hendrix had married young and had three boys in less than five years. Determined to have a daughter, she’d gotten pregnant one last time, only to find herself having triplets. She’d handled the shock with her usual grace and humor, raising six children with an ease that left most people amazed.

      A widow for the past eleven years, she’d finally started dating. But her social life didn’t keep her so busy that she didn’t have time to tell her children exactly what she thought. That was both a blessing and a curse.

      “If Tucker was genuinely worried about his reputation, he wouldn’t hire you,” her mother said. “He would run as far and fast as he could, or try to sleep with you now and move on. Why would he risk you telling the entire crew about your night together?”

      “He knows I would never do that.”

      “Does he? It doesn’t sound as if he took the time to know you at all.”

      “Things were complicated back then,” СКАЧАТЬ