The Least Likely Groom. Linda Goodnight

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      In too awkward a position to do otherwise, Becka rested her head against his shoulder. But where he’d hoped for a quick melting, she held herself rigid and restrained.

      “Loosen up, Becka-Rebecka,” he whispered against her ear. “Muscles must be relaxed for healing to occur. Didn’t you teach me that?”

      She tilted her face up toward his. “I thought you had a concussion that night.”

      He grinned down at her and shrugged. She laughed, visibly relaxing as though by some inner command. Jett used the opportunity to snug her close. A dirty trick, he knew, but he was an invalid after all, in need of therapy.

      He peeked over her shoulder. By now she was reclining on the arm of his chair and leaning into him. He could deal with that. Why hadn’t he tried chair dancing before?

      “A little practice and we could take this routine on the road.” He gave a sudden tilt to the side as though to dip her. When he brought her upright, she held on, arched her body and tossed back her head. He followed her in a very distorted imitation of Fred and Ginger swinging from side to side, dipping up and back.

      “I can see it now in neon lights. The newest fad. Chair dancing.” Her face was slightly flushed and her amber eyes sparkled.

      “Guaranteed to cure what ails you.” He forgot all about his screaming knee. “Good for aches and pains, warts and athlete’s foot. Order now and get a second chair free.”

      She picked up the spiel. “Send your check or money order for $19.95. Hurry, this offer ends soon.”

      The music ended, much to Jett’s displeasure, and his dance partner pulled away, righting herself on the chair next to him. All the fun faded from her expression and she looked as though she regretted their few moments of silliness.

      “Well.” Averting her eyes, she straightened her uniform. “I really do have to leave now. My son is in day care and Kati closes at six.”

      “You have kids?”

      Her faced softened. “Dylan. He’s nearly four.”

      So she had a son but wasn’t married. He’d like to hear that story, but figured now, when she was about to run, wasn’t the best time to pry.

      “Call Kati. She can bring him out here when she comes home and you can stay and entertain me a while longer.”

      “I can’t ask Kati to do that.”

      “I can. Hand me the phone.”

      “No. I have to go.” She gathered up her tote and started talking about the PT machine again, giving him some last-minute instructions, reminding him to ice pack the incision after therapy. She seemed intent on regaining her professional footing.

      “Hey,” he called when she opened the door and moved to leave.

      She turned.

      He gave her what he hoped was his sexiest grin. “Thanks for the dance.”

      She responded with a look he couldn’t begin to interpret, then closed the door behind her.

      Jett flopped back into the chair, disappointed, the incessant hum of the machine annoying him.

      What was happening here? He hadn’t asked the woman to marry him. Heaven forbid. He’d only wanted a little diversion until he could get the heck out of Dodge.

      Since when had any female ever walked out on Jett Garrett?

      Man. He must be losing it.

      “Chair dancing!” Teeth gritted, Becka thumped her forehead against the steering wheel. During the time she’d been inside the Garrett Ranch, the Texas sun had filled her on-the-road-again car with enough hot air to launch a balloon festival, but it was those few minutes of up-close-and-personal with Jett Garrett that had her in a sweat.

      Less than an hour in the magnetic cowboy’s presence and she’d lost all sense of decorum, behaving in an un-characteristically unprofessional manner. What had come over her?

      But she knew. The carefully sublimated side of herself that she worked so hard to control had leaped to the fore at the first opportunity. In fact, her blood still hummed, and pleasure still tingled her nerve endings. Jett had tapped into the reckless nature she wanted so much to destroy.

      She’d intended to stay longer, to see that Jett tolerated the PT machine well and to observe for swelling but as soon as the music ended, she’d realized what was happening and knew she had to escape. She couldn’t do this again. She’d have to find an excuse not to come back here. Jett was too dangerous. She couldn’t take a chance at letting her own rash nature resurface.

      But how? What excuse could she use? And what would she do without the money this job would provide?

      “Ma’am,” a deep voice said right next to her ear. Stewing over the concern, Becka hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps.

      She nearly jumped out of her skin. Raising her head from the steering wheel, she saw Jett’s brother, Colt, peering in through her window.

      “You all right?”

      Quickly she rolled down the window, nodding. “Yes, of course.” Like an idiot she was roasting alive in her own car, too caught up in her emotional response to Jett to even realize how hot she was.

      Thinking fast, she said, “I was about to check the water in my radiator before I leave. Sometimes my car overheats.”

      She pulled on the door handle, waited for Colt to step back and then exited the car.

      “I keep a five-gallon container of water in the back just in case.”

      Colt raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on that. “I’ll check it for you.”

      Becka watched the tall cowboy pop the hood on her car and go through the motions of examining the water content. He was definitely Jett’s brother, with his dark good looks, but where Jett was flip and carefree, Colt was more serious, having little to say.

      While Becka stood by in the Texas heat, Colt added water to the radiator, replaced the cap, then slammed the hood.

      Wiping his hands down the sides of his jeans, he turned to where she leaned against the battered fender of her ancient car. “My brother giving you any problem?”

      Becka tried not to blush, but the heat rose in her face anyway. “No. Not at all.”

      “I want Jett to have the best care, whatever it costs.” Colt studied her. “If he needs you here longer, I’d like you to stay. I’ll pay extra if necessary.”

      Becka stiffened. Was he questioning her ability to do a professional job? A twinge of guilt shifted over her. Hadn’t she just questioned that very thing? From the inappropriate way she’d reacted to Jett Garrett, she couldn’t trust herself. Why should anyone else trust her? But she couldn’t admit that to Colt.

      “You can rest assured that I will give your brother the best of care, but I have to get back into town before six to pick СКАЧАТЬ