A Man to Rely On. Cindi Myers

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СКАЧАТЬ her feet from under the uncomfortable airport seat and let out a long sigh. Two hours of waiting in the arrivals terminal had stretched her patience. And she’d never liked airports all that much. There were too many people leaving, too many sad faces, too many goodbyes.

      She looked at the cardboard sign in her hand and traced the outline of letters with her forefinger. Her soon-to-be sister-in-law’s kid brother was on the twelve o’clock out of Los Angeles via Sydney, and she’d agreed to pick him up. Because that’s what Evie did. She picked up, she dropped off. Rock-solid Evie. Ever-reliable Evie.

      Boring-as-oatmeal Evie.

      Not true. She made the correction immediately. She wasn’t boring. She was dependable and responsible. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. And today she was acting true to form after agreeing to make the four-hour road trip from Crystal Point to Brisbane and back again. If Evie’s nephew hadn’t fallen from his bike and broke his arm, Callie would have been doing this. I wish Callie was here now.

      She liked who she was. Most of the time. When the twinges came—those niggling little voices telling her to break out, to take a risk, to be wild and unpredictable for once in her life—she pushed them back to where they belonged. Which was not in her world. She had a business to run and a teenage son to raise. Taking risks wasn’t on her horizon.

      Passengers filed out of the gate, some greeting friends and family, some walked on alone. Evie stood up and held the sign out in front of her. As the parade of people dwindled, a tall, brown-haired man caught her attention. He moved with a confident lope, as though he was in no hurry, like a man with all the time in the world. And he looked a little familiar. Were they the same blue eyes as Callie’s? He wore khaki cargo pants belted low on his hips, a black T-shirt and he had an army-style duffel bag flung over one shoulder. He was broad, toned and gorgeous.

      This is no kid brother.

      His pace slowed and his eyes scanned the crowd, clearly looking for someone. He met her eyes. He looked at the sign, then Evie, then back to the sign. Seconds later he smiled. A killer smile that radiated through to the soles of her feet. He stopped a couple of meters in front of her and looked her over. A long, leisurely look that made her toes curl. For one ridiculous moment she wished she’d paid more attention to her appearance that morning.

      “Hey, I guess you’re my ride?”

      The soft, deeply resonant American drawl struck her low in the belly. She stuck out her hand. “Hi,” she said, aware her voice sounded unusually high pitched. “I’m Evie—Noah’s sister.”

      His hand was big and easily wrapped around hers. “Scott,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

      Scott Jones aka The Most Gorgeous Man She Had Ever Laid Eyes On.

      And about a generation too young for a thirty-six-year-old woman.

      She cleaved her dry tongue from the roof of her mouth. “Did you have a good flight?”

      “Reasonable. I had a three-hour stopover in Sydney after getting through customs.”

      Evie ignored the rapid pump of her heart behind her ribs. “You can sleep some on the drive back if you like.”

      He shrugged lightly. “I appreciate the lift.”

      “No problem.”

      “I guess I should collect my luggage.”

      She nodded. “Sure. But first I think I should see your identification?”

      “Huh?”

      Evie squared her shoulders. “I need to make sure you’re who you say you are,” she said, ever cautious, always responsible.

      He smiled and exposed the most amazing dimple in his cheek. “Okay,” he said, and reached into his back pocket.

      Evie didn’t miss the way his biceps flexed as he moved. He pulled his passport out and handed it to her. She read his name—Scott Augustus Jones—and wasn’t surprised to see he was photogenic, too. Evie returned the document to him.

      He smiled again. “Do you want to frisk me now?”

      Evie nearly burst a blood vessel. “I don’t...I don’t think so,” she spluttered, feeling embarrassed and foolish. He was joking, of course. However, out of nowhere came the idea of running her hands across that chest and those thighs, and it made her hot all over. “Let’s go to baggage claim.”

      He continued to smile and followed her down the escalators and she became increasingly aware of him behind her. And mindful of how dowdy and plain she must look to him in her faded denim skirt and biscuit-colored blouse. She smoothed her hands down her hips and tilted her chin.

      It took about three minutes to find his bag and another five to reach her car. She was glad she’d borrowed her brother’s dual-cab utility vehicle instead of driving her own small sedan. She couldn’t imagine Scott Jones spending lengthy hours cramped up in her zippy Honda. Not with those long, powerful legs, broad shoulders, strong arms...

      She sucked in a breath. Get a grip. And fast.

      It had been forever since she’d really thought about a man in such a way. Oh, there’d been the odd inkling or an occasional vague and random thought. Mostly memories of the husband she’d loved and lost. But that was all. Acting on those thoughts was out of the question. She was a widow and mother, after all.

      Ten years. The words swirled around in her head. An entire decade of abstinence. That would almost give me a free pass into a convent.

      She looked at him again, as briefly as she could without appearing obvious.

      Young came to mind immediately. And Callie’s brother. And only here for three weeks. And not my type.

      Gordon had been her type. Strong and sensible. Her first and only love. They’d been happy together. But dealing with his senseless death had been hard. After that, she buried herself along with her husband. Buried the part of her that screamed woman and got on with living.

      Or so she thought.

      “Thank you for the ride.”

      Evie didn’t budge her eyes and drove from the car park. “You said that already.”

      He shifted in his seat and stretched his legs. “So, what happened to the kid?”

      “Matthew fell off his bike two days ago and broke his arm. He’s out of hospital, but Callie didn’t want to leave him.”

      Evie admired her brother’s fiancée. Callie had embraced her role as mother to Noah’s four children and had quickly become the tonic the family needed. When four-year-old Matthew had his accident, Evie had quickly stepped in to taxi Callie’s brother from Brisbane to Crystal Point. With her wedding only weeks away, the home she was selling in the middle of renovations and Matthew needing attention, Callie had enough on her plate without having to worry about her younger brother being stranded at the airport.

      Only, Evie hadn’t expected him to look like this.

      And she hadn’t expected her skin to feel just that little bit more alive, or her breath to sound as if it couldn’t quite get out of her throat quick enough. Okay, so that only proves СКАЧАТЬ