McKettricks of Texas: Austin. Linda Miller Lael

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      Libby was marrying Tate. Julie was marrying Garrett. Tate’s twins, Audrey and Ava, were already part of the family, of course, and so was Julie’s little boy, Calvin. And both couples wanted more kids, right away. Oh, yes, there would be a lot of birthday parties to attend.

      “Could we try this again?” Paige asked, trying to sound unruffled.

      Austin tented his fingers under his chin and watched her with an expression of solemn merriment that was all his own. “Sure,” he replied, all fake generosity and ironic goodwill. “Go ahead and say something friendly—you can do it. Just pretend I’m a human being.”

      Paige looked away, and a deep and inexplicable sadness swept over her. “We’re never going to get anywhere at this rate,” she said.

      Time seemed to freeze for an instant, then grind into motion again, gears catching on rusty gears.

      And then Austin leaned forward, took a light grip on her hand, ran the pad of his thumb over her knuckles.

      A hot shiver went through her; he might have been touching her in all those secret, intimate places no one else had found.

      “You’re right,” Austin said, his tone husky. “We’re not. Let’s give it a shot, Paige—getting along, I mean.”

      He looked sincere. He sounded sincere.

      Watch out, Paige reminded herself silently. “Okay,” she said with dignity.

      Another silence followed. Paige, for her part, was trying to imagine what a truce between herself and Austin would actually look like. After all, they’d been at odds since that summer night, soon after they’d both graduated from high school, when Paige had caught the lying, sneaking, no-good bastard—

      She drew another deep breath, mentally untangled herself from the past. As best she could.

      They’d gotten together by accident, in the beginning— Tate and Libby were going to a movie one Friday night, and, grudgingly, Tate had brought his younger brother along. Paige had gotten the impression that their parents had insisted, and if Tate had refused, it would have been a deal breaker.

      Paige had been curled up in an armchair reading a book when Austin turned that fabled charm on her, grinned and asked if she’d like to go to a movie.

      After that, she and Austin had been as inseparable as Libby and Tate.

      Paige had thought he was playing some game at first, but after a few months, they were a couple. After a year, Paige was on the pill, and they were making love.

      Yes, she’d been in love with Austin. She’d lost—okay, given—her virginity to him, along with her trust and, of course, her heart.

      Ultimately, he’d betrayed her.

      But all that had happened just over ten years ago, before his folks, Jim and Sally McKettrick, were killed in that awful car accident, before her own dad had died of cancer. So very much had happened in the interim and, well, Paige was tired of holding a grudge.

      “You were having a bad dream before?” Austin asked presently.

      “Huh?” Paige said.

      “When I woke you up a little while ago?”

      “Yes,” she answered, smiling a little. “Thanks for that.”

      He grinned, making the pit of her stomach quiver for a moment, then reached for his can of beer. Raised it slightly in an offhand toast. “Anytime,” he said.

      The dog whimpered, chasing something in his sleep. Or running away from something.

      “Shep,” Austin said, nudging the animal gently with the toe of one boot. “Easy, now. You’re all right.”

      Paige looked down at Shep. “A stray?”

      Austin grinned again. This time, there was no smart-ass edge to his tone. “What gave him away? The matted coat? The dirt, maybe?”

      “The poor thing could use a bath,” Paige admitted. She’d always had a soft spot for animals—especially the abused, neglected and unwanted ones.

      “Garrett promised to hose him down before supper,” Austin said. The way he spoke, it was no big deal.

      Paige met his gaze, puzzled and not a little annoyed. “Supper’s a ways off,” she pointed out.

      “He’ll keep,” Austin told her. “Won’t you, Shep?”

      Paige glanced at her watch. She still had more than an hour before she was due to pick Calvin up in town, at day care. Although she was a nurse by profession, she was between jobs at the moment, as well as between homes. Since Julie was practically meeting herself coming and going these days, between getting ready for the big wedding, holding down her teaching job at the high school and directing the student musical production, Paige had been looking after her nephew a lot lately.

      Since she adored Calvin, it was no hardship.

      She stood. “I’ll do it,” she said.

      “Do what?” Austin asked.

      “Bathe the dog,” Paige answered, proud of herself for not adding, since you can’t be bothered to do the job yourself.

      “I told you,” Austin said, frowning. “Garrett will take care of Shep when he gets home.”

      “No sense in putting it off,” Paige said, feeling sorry for the critter.

      Shep hauled himself to his feet, watching her with a combination of wariness and hope. His tail swished tentatively to one side, then the other.

      And Paige’s heart warmed and softened, like so much beeswax.

      She crouched, looked straight into the dog’s limpid brown eyes.

      “I wouldn’t hurt you,” she said very gently. “Not for the world.”

      Shep wagged again, this time with more trust, more spirit.

      “Paige,” Austin interjected cautiously, “he’s sort of wild and he probably hasn’t had his shots—”

      Paige put out a hand, let Shep sniff her fingers and palm and wrist.

      She felt something akin to exultation when he didn’t retreat. “Nonsense,” she said. “He’s a sweetheart. Aren’t you, Shep?”

      She straightened, saw that Austin was standing, too. If it hadn’t been for the dog, the man would practically have been on top of her. So to speak.

      Heat pulsed in her cheeks.

      Something mischievous and far too knowing danced in Austin’s eyes. He folded his arms and tilted his head to one side, watching her. She had no clue what he was thinking, and that was even more unsettling.

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