The Road to Reunion. GINA WILKINS

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СКАЧАТЬ their father. “Dad and Cassie are leaving Friday for that cruise, and they’ll be gone for three weeks. I’ve got more than I can handle here.”

      She sighed and nodded reluctantly. Shane would be extremely busy with Jared and Cassie gone for that long. It had been hard enough to talk Jared into taking his first long vacation with his wife. Only the knowledge that Shane would be here to keep the ranch running had made him finally agree.

      “Send Kyle a letter, Molly.” Shane squeezed her shoulder. “Tell him how much it would mean to you— and to Mom and Dad. But if he still chooses not to come, you’re going to have to accept his decision. Don’t let it ruin your pleasure in the party. You’ve already done so much. Dad and Cassie are going to be so surprised, and so pleased to see everyone you’ve found all together.”

      Molly wished she could be content with what she had accomplished in the past few months. But she couldn’t get past the feeling that something was still unfinished. Something she was obviously going to have to handle personally—though she knew better than to express that sentiment to her overprotective and notoriously bossy older brother.

       Chapter One

      “Sixteen…ow…seventeen…damn it…eighteen…hell.”

      The weights clattered against the concrete floor when Kyle Reeves dropped his legs and let the bar fall. He had increased the resistance today and the pain was too intense to go any further. The result was that he was now in a very bad mood—not that there was anything new about that. This particular bad mood had lasted eight months, three weeks and four days—give or take a couple of hours.

      A clap of thunder rattled the windows, followed by another ominous rumbling that seemed to echo his disposition. Rain had started to fall, not very heavily yet, but steadily. It was supposed to storm this evening, and storms were always dramatic in the mountains. He rather enjoyed them.

      Pushing himself off the weight bench, he limped across the stark, white-walled room and stepped into a short hallway with oak plank floors and unadorned walls, also painted white. His cabin in the Tennessee Smoky Mountains wasn’t large—two bedrooms, one of which served as his exercise room, one bath, a small living room and an eat-in kitchen. The furnishings were minimal, the decor Spartan, luxuries nonexistent.

      The place needed some work—a few boards on the front porch had rotted, and cold air poured through numerous cracks around doors and windows—but the roof didn’t leak, and the view from the redwood deck attached to the back of the house was spectacular. And best of all, as far as Kyle was concerned, there were no neighbors within sight.

      Reaching the kitchen, he picked up a bottle of prescription pain pills, glanced at it, then tossed it back onto the butcher-block countertop. He shook two ibuprofen into his palm instead, popped them into his mouth and washed them down with a few swallows of bottled water.

      He pushed a hand through his sweaty brown hair, leaving it standing in spikes. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the shiny door of the refrigerator when he put away the water. In addition to his messy hair, he had a four-day beard growth, which didn’t quite conceal the scar that ran down his left jawline. His sweat-stained gray T-shirt was paired with black knit shorts that bagged on his too-thin frame. No socks, but he wore a good pair of athletic shoes because he needed the support. He looked like hell—but since there was no one around to see him, he didn’t really care.

      As if in response to that thought, someone knocked on his front door.

      His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was hardly expecting company, and he doubted that his only real friend in the area, Mack McDooley, would have ventured up the mountain in an approaching storm on this Thursday afternoon. He was even more surprised that he hadn’t heard a car engine, but he blamed that on the noise of the worsening weather.

      The knocking came again. Sighing heavily, he limped into the living room and jerked open the door without bothering to see who was on the other side. “What?”

      He’d have been hard-pressed to guess who looked more surprised at that moment. His visitor, in response to his curt greeting, or himself, at his first sight of the woman on his doorstep.

      Even in the deepening darkness of the rainy afternoon, he could tell that she was stunning. Masses of red hair, dotted with moisture, tumbled past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Dark lashes surrounded large green eyes emphasized by smudgy eyeliner. Her perfect nose was decorated with a smattering of golden freckles, and her mouth was full and glossy. She was of average height, with a slender figure packaged in a snug green pullover and dark jeans that made her legs look a mile long.

      He couldn’t imagine what a woman like this was doing on his doorstep. “Are you lost?”

      She eyed him speculatively before responding, and he had the uncomfortable suspicion that she didn’t miss one detail of his grubby appearance. Not that he cared, of course. She would be on her way as soon as he gave her directions to wherever she was supposed to be.

      But she shook her head, causing gold highlights to glimmer in her hair. “I’m not lost—at least, I don’t think I am. I mean…are you Kyle Reeves?”

      Hearing his name spoken in a distinctly Texan accent drew his frown even deeper. “Look, I’ve tried to be polite with you people, but you’re carrying it too far. Tell Shane and Molly that it was nice of them to think of me, but I won’t be attending their reunion thing. Make it clear this time that I won’t be changing my mind—and I don’t want to have to repeat the message again.”

      Though he’d spoken tersely, he could have been a lot less polite about it—and he was fully prepared to be, if she started getting pushy, regardless of her killer eyes and delectable mouth. It was only his lingering fondness for the Walker family and his reluctance to hurt little Molly’s feelings that kept his temper in check—though he couldn’t guarantee he could control it much longer.

      Enough was enough.

      Planting her hands on her hips, the woman cocked her head to study him more closely. Something about that gesture looked vaguely familiar to him, but before he could pin it down, she spoke again. “Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes? I didn’t expect it to be so chilly here, and to be honest, I’m sort of cold.”

      Her three-quarter-sleeve shirt and jeans would probably have been plenty warm enough back in Dallas in early October, but on a rainy day at this altitude, a light jacket would have been appropriate. Still… “You don’t need to come in. Go back to Texas where it’s warm, and give Shane and Molly my regrets. It’s that simple.”

      Lightning lit the purple sky behind her, flashing behind the distant mountains and making her damp hair seem to come alive for just a moment. And then the sky dimmed, leaving her in shadows again. “All I want is five minutes of your time. Surely you can spare that much, Mr. Reeves.”

      If he were really as hard-hearted as he was trying to be, he wouldn’t be in the least affected by the slight tremor in her voice. He didn’t know whether it was caused by cold or nerves, but it got to him. He wavered a few moments more, then mentally cursed himself for being a fool and stepped out of the doorway.

      “You’ve got five minutes. Say your piece, but you might as well know I won’t be changing my mind. At the end of your spiel, I’ll expect you to leave and make sure that no one else bothers me about this.”

      “Thank you.”

      He noticed her taking in every detail of his living room, which СКАЧАТЬ