Husband By The Hour. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      Kyle leaned forward in the chair. “Yeah, but we’re still bigger. If this guy starts hassling you, you just let us know and we’ll take care of him.”

      Everyone laughed.

      “Don’t you start any trouble with my son-in-law,” Louise said. “Nick looks very nice.”

      Travis winked. “I don’t know, Louise. He’s kinda pale. Like he hasn’t been out in the sun.”

      Hannah glanced at Nick’s lightly tanned skin, then at his blond hair. He was certainly different from all the men here, she realized. But she liked the contrast.

      “Maybe we should drag him outside,” Kyle said.

      “Don’t even think about it.” Hannah held up one hand in warning. “I like him just the way he is.”

      Nick’s hand continued to stroke the back of her neck. Shivers started at her shoulders and worked their way down to her toes. She felt him looking at her, but she didn’t dare meet his gaze. She didn’t want to know what he was thinking. There would be hell to pay as it was. However, she couldn’t risk being separated from him so soon. Not until they got their stories straight. Oh, Lord, why hadn’t she thought Louise might be part of a big family? And why had she resisted so much when Nick had asked for personal information? It was her stupid independence and stubbornness. She hated having to depend on anyone for anything.

      The other two brothers drifted toward them. Soon most of the adults were gathered around their sofa. More chairs were moved close by until everyone was seated and listening intently.

      She was starting to figure out who was who. At least with her half brothers. Travis and Kyle seemed the most easygoing. Craig had the hint of gray at his temples and Jordan was quiet.

      “Do you work?” Travis asked.

      Nick started to say something. Hannah elbowed him discreetly, afraid of what he would say. “Yes,” she answered. “I’m a communications officer in Southport Beach. That’s in Orange County, near Huntington Beach.”

      “She’s a cop, too.” Kyle grinned. “We all are.” He motioned to his brothers. “Except for Jordan. He’s the black sheep of the family. He’s a firefighter.”

      “That’s great,” she said weakly. As she’d suspected. Law enforcement officers. Except for Jordan. If the truth came out…She shook her head. She didn’t even want to think about that.

      “Dad was a cop,” Craig said. He sat on the floor while his very pregnant wife leaned back in a wing chair. “Third generation.”

      “Where is my—your father?” she asked. The brothers exchanged glances. Hannah turned to Louise. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask something inappropriate.”

      “It’s all right.” Louise patted her hand. “Earl Haynes moved to Florida some years back. He doesn’t visit here. I haven’t had contact with him for about sixteen years. The boys might have heard something.”

      Travis shook his head. “Not really. We aren’t very close.”

      Hannah sensed undercurrents of tension in the room, but she didn’t know what they were about. Obviously, Earl Haynes wasn’t anyone’s favorite person. Were they upset because of her?

      Jordan sat with his wife on his lap. He played with her fingers. “What do you do, Nick?”

      The panic was instantaneous. Hannah opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say. Nick didn’t have any such hesitation.

      “I’m in real estate. I just finished up a project developing some residential houses on a cliff by Newport.”

      “How long have you two known each other?” Louise asked.

      Nick slid his fingers down Hannah’s back, then picked up the hand resting on his thigh. He brought it to his mouth and kissed the back. Had she been standing, the moist heat from his mouth would have driven her to her knees. Damn the man for taking advantage of the situation.

      “The time has gone by so quickly,” he said. “It feels like it was only yesterday when we had our first conversation.”

      She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream. She wanted to disappear and never be heard from again. He held her hand loosely, circling her palm with his thumb. If she protested, everyone would know something was wrong. No doubt Nick had worked that out, too.

      “It was about five years ago,” he said at last

      “How did you meet?” one of the wives asked. Hannah wasn’t sure, but she thought her name might be Elizabeth. She had medium brown hair and pretty eyes.

      Nick smiled at Hannah. “Do you want to tell the story, darling?”

      At this moment in time, she could barely remember where she was, let alone come up with some tall tale about their meeting. “You do it so much better,” she murmured. “Go ahead.”

      The slight smile warned her he was about to pay her back for not wanting to share personal information on the drive north. She sent up a quick prayer that it wasn’t too awful.

      “We met on a cruise. Actually, we were in port at the time, St. Thomas,” he began.

      Someone sighed. Hannah breathed a sigh of relief.

      “It was very romantic,” he continued. “The sea, the sand, Hannah throwing up in the bushes.”

      She straightened and glared at him. His smile was so sweet. He was loving every minute of this torture.

      “I know you don’t like me to tell the story, honey, but this is family. They can handle it.” He glanced at her brothers. “Hannah’s not much of a drinker. A couple of those umbrella drinks and she’s under the table. Or in this case, over the bushes.”

      Hannah could feel everyone’s attention on them. A heated flush started to crawl up her cheeks.

      “I took her back to the ship and took care of her.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “For me, it was love at first sight. Hannah didn’t see it that way. She resisted me, but in the end I wore her down.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Hannah doesn’t trust easily, but she was worth the effort.”

      A couple of the women sighed. “That is so romantic,” said Jill, who was obviously nine months pregnant. “I know it’s just the hormones, but I think I’m going to cry.” She sniffed loudly.

      Kyle’s wife—Hannah wasn’t sure of her name—handed her a tissue from her pocket. “We should all have romantic stories to tell.”

      “Our story is romantic, Sandy,” Kyle said. “At least I think it is.”

      Sandy laughed. “You go on thinking that,” she teased. “No one is going to tell you differently.”

      Hannah listened to the banter. She was still stunned by Nick’s story. Everything had been a complete fabrication until the end. She really didn’t trust anyone easily. How had he figured that out?

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