Danger at Her Door. Beth Cornelison

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      Caitlyn ducked her head and picked at a scab on her arm. “The window.”

      “What window?” her dad asked, frustration rife in his tone.

      The child aimed a finger at a sill where the screen had been popped out, cockeyed.

      The man’s eyes rounded. “Caitlyn! How’d—”

      He stopped and drew a slow breath before raising his gaze to Megan’s again. “Thank you for bringing her home.”

      Warmth and appreciation filled his mossy brown eyes, and Megan’s body answered with a tug of feminine interest she hadn’t felt in so long she almost didn’t recognize it. But she couldn’t deny the gut-level attraction to her new neighbor that zipped through her veins, steamrolled by a dose of adrenaline. Her reaction to this man was unexpected, overwhelming. Tantalizing.

      And what are you going to do about it? a voice in her head asked.

      The man tugged lightly on Caitlyn’s ponytail, deep affection lighting his eyes along with exasperation. “And, no, I didn’t know she was outside. I locked the doors to keep her inside while I was in the shower.” He sighed tiredly, tiny creases beside his eyes adding to his roguish appeal. “I thought she was watching the video I put on for her.”

      Megan nodded mutely while her thoughts raced and her stomach performed another forward roll.

      It’s still too soon. How can you even think of starting something with a man until you get your head straight? Until you’ve put the attack behind you in every way?

      Caitlyn’s father tightened the towel on his hips then held his hand out. “I don’t usually meet new neighbors in my birthday suit, but under the circumstances…I’m Jack Calhoun.”

      His birthday suit. Oh, heavens!

      Her pulse increased its tempo, and a tiny quiver shook her knees. She raised an unsteady hand and gave his a quick shake. “Megan Hoffman. I’m at one twenty-two. The red brick across the street.”

      Jack leaned out the front door far enough to glance toward her house. “So now I know where to go to borrow sugar. Or—more likely—tranquilizers.” Jack cut a side glance to her. “Kidding. Sort of.”

      Megan caught a whiff of his spicy deodorant soap, and a sensuous tingle slid over her skin. She rubbed goose bumps from her arms, despite the muggy day. Her response to Jack rattled her, caught her off guard.

      And off guard was a position she’d promised herself to never be trapped in again.

      The past five years had been all about finding stability and control over her life.

      “Well, I’m sorry if Caitlyn bothered you. Clearly I need to further explore all potential egresses from the new house before my next shower.” He flashed another heart-tripping grin that he divided between Megan and his daughter, and he reached down to take Caitlyn by the arm. “Back inside, young lady. Pronto.”

      “Awww, Daddy.” The girl pouted and pulled against her father’s restraining hand.

      “Cait, I’m not going to argue with you. You’re in big trouble already, missy.” Clutching at his towel with one hand, Jack pulled firmly on Caitlyn’s arm to lead her in the door.

      “Noooo!” Caitlyn whined.

      A low, deep growl drew Megan’s attention away from the protesting girl. Jack, too, turned a startled look to Sam, whose teeth were bared. The fur on Sam’s neck bristled. Megan blinked in surprise then recognized why Jack’s parental force with his daughter and Caitlyn’s cries had triggered Sam’s training. “Sam, no. Down!”

      Sam quieted but kept a vigilant stare on Caitlyn’s father.

      Jack lifted a wary gaze to Megan. “Is your dog always so…uh, easily riled? I know how Caitlyn is with dogs, and if your dog has a problem with kids, I’ll make sure to keep her away from…Cujo there.”

      Megan lifted her chin. “Sam would never hurt a child.”

      Jack shot her a skeptical look and shrugged. “Just the same, Caitlyn doesn’t always know where to draw the line with dogs. I’d feel better if you didn’t let her play with your dog without supervision.”

      Megan huffed a short laugh of disbelief. Who was he to warn her about leaving Caitlyn unwatched?

      “It wasn’t my dog who crawled out a window to play outside, Mr. Calhoun.” Megan tugged Sam’s leash and turned to leave.

      “Touché.” The rich baritone melody of Jack’s low laugh followed her down the steps.

      “Good luck sealing all the exits and keeping Miss Adventure under surveillance,” she called over her shoulder.

      “Oh, wait…”

      Megan paused and pivoted back to face Jack. Sam strained against his leash, eager to get home for supper.

      “You wouldn’t know any good babysitters with combat training, would you? Being new in town, I’m having a hard time finding anyone I trust to keep an eye on Miss Adventure.”

      “Hmm…” Megan bit her lip as she thought. “Nobody comes to mind at the moment…but I’ll keep my ears open.”

      “Thanks. Someone with a lot of patience and eyes in the back of their head would be best.” Jack gave her a wave and backed inside. “Nice to meet you.”

      Megan returned his wave, and as she crossed the street toward her own yard, she found herself wearing a sappy smile. Even if she wasn’t ready to jump back into the dating game—yet—she liked Jack. His sense of humor and easygoing nature made him approachable. And though it seemed he had his hands full with Caitlyn, he clearly loved his daughter.

      Entering her house, Megan was greeted by the insistent ring of her phone. She took the time to relock her door then nudged Sam out of the way as she hurried to answer the call.

      “There you are! I was getting worried when you didn’t answer and the machine didn’t pick up.”

      “Hi, Ginny.”

      Ginny West had been Megan’s counselor and best friend since they met at the women’s center just after Megan’s attack. They’d spent hours talking, bonding, working through Megan’s recovery efforts, and later bemoaning Ginny’s own issues with her well-meaning but meddlesome family.

      Megan unhooked Sam’s leash. “Maybe I was just ignoring you after that cruel birthday card you sent! When you turn thirty, look out! I’m not pulling any punches.”

      “Are you watching the news?” Ginny interrupted. Her best friend’s voice sounded uncharacteristically agitated.

      “No. Why?”

      “Turn it on. They made an arrest. It’s all over the news.”

      Megan didn’t need to ask what the arrest was for. The man who had attacked her and several other local women in a string СКАЧАТЬ