Second Chance with the Rebel. Cara Colter

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      That was Macintyre Hudson to a T, so who could imagine the former Lindstrom Beach renegade and unapologetic bad boy at the helm of a multimillion-dollar company that produced the amazingly popular Wild Side outdoor products?

      Unexpectedly, the music stopped.

      “Mama?”

      Mac’s voice was urgent and worried. It had deep-ened, Lucy was sure, since the days of their youth, but it had that same gravelly, sensuous edge to it that had always sent tingles up and down her spine.

      Now, when she most needed to be confident, was not the time to think of the picture of him on his website, the one that had dashed her hopes that maybe he had gotten heavy or lost all his hair in the years that had passed.

      But think of it she did. No boring head-and-shoulders shot in a nice Brooks Brothers suit for the CEO of Hudson Group.

      No, the caption stated the founder of the Wild Side line was demonstrating the company’s new kayak, Wild Ride. He was on a raging wedge of white water that funneled between rocks. Through flecks of foam, frozen by the camera, Macintyre Hudson had been captured in all his considerable masculine glory.

      He’d been wearing a life jacket, a Wild Side product that showed off the amazing broadness of his shoulders, the powerful muscle of sun-bronzed arms gleaming with water. More handsome than ever, obviously in his element, he’d had a look in his devil-dark eyes, a cast to his mouth and a set to his jaw that was one of fierce concentration and formidable determination.

      Maybe he didn’t have any hair. He’d been wearing a helmet in the photo.

      “Mama?” he said again. “What’s wrong? Why didn’t you call on my private line?”

      Lucy had steeled herself for this. Rehearsed it. In her mind she had controlled every facet of this conversation.

      But she had not planned for the image that materi-alized out of her memory file, that superimposed itself above the image of him in the kayak.

      A younger Mac Hudson pausing as he lifted himself out of the lake onto the dock, his body sun-browned and perfect, water sluicing off the rippling smooth lines of his muscles, looking up at her, with laughter tilting the edges of his ultra-sexy eyes.

       Do you love me, Lucy Lin?

      Never I love you from him.

      The memory hardened her resolve not to be in any way vulnerable to him. He was an extraordinarily handsome man, and he used his good looks in dastardly ways, as very handsome men were well-known to do.

      On the other hand, her fiancé, James Kennedy, had been homely and bookish and had still behaved in a completely dastardly manner.

      All of which explained why romance played no part in her brand-new dreams for herself.

      Fortified with that, Lucy ordered herself not to stam-mer. “No, I’m sorry, it isn’t Mama Freda.”

      There was a long silence. In the background she could hear a lot of noise as if a raucous party was going on.

      When Mac spoke, she took it as a positive sign. At least he hadn’t hung up.

      “Well, well,” he said. “Little Lucy Lindstrom. I hope this is good. I’m standing here soaking wet.”

      “At work?” she said, surprised into curiosity.

      “I was in the hot tub with my assistant, Celeste.” His tone was dry. “What can I do for you?”

      Don’t pursue it, she begged herself, but she couldn’t help it.

      “You don’t have a hot tub at work!”

      “You’re right, I don’t. And no Celeste, either. What we have is a test tank for kayaks where we can simu-late a white-water chute.”

      Lucy had peeked at their website on and off over the years.

      The business had started appropriately enough, with Mac’s line of outdoor gear. He was behind the name brand that outdoor enthusiasts coveted: Wild Side. First it had been his canoes. It had expanded quickly into kayaks and then accessories, and now, famously, into clothing.

      All the reckless abandon of his youth channeled into huge success, and he was still having fun. Who tested kayaks at work?

      But Mac had always been about having fun. Some things just didn’t change.

      Though he didn’t sound very good-humored right now. “I’m wet, and the kayak didn’t test out very well, so this had better be good.”

      “This is important,” she said.

      “What I was doing was important, too.” He sighed, the sigh edged with irritation. “Some things just don’t change, do they? The pampered doctor’s daughter, the head of student council, the captain of the cheerleading squad, used to having her own way.”

      That girl, dressed in her designer jeans, with hun-dred-dollar highlights glowing in her hair, looked at her from her past, a little sadly.

      Mac’s assessment was so unfair! For the past few years she had been anything but pampered. And now she was trying to turn the Books part of Books and Beans into an internet business while renting canoes off her dock.

      She was painting her own house and living on maca-roni and cheese. She hadn’t bought a new outfit for over a year, socking away every extra nickel in the hope that she could make her dream a reality.

      And that didn’t even cover all the things she was running next door to Mama Freda’s to do!

      She would have protested except for the inescap-able if annoying truth: she had told a small lie to get her own way.

      “It was imperative that I speak to you,” she said firmly.

      “Hmmm. Imperative. That has a rather regal sound to it. A princess giving a royal command.”

      He was insisting on remembering who she had been before he’d ruined her life: a confident, popular honor student who had never known trouble and never done a single thing wrong. Or daring. Or adventurous.

      The young Lucy Lindstrom’s idea of a good time, pre-Mac, had been getting the perfect gown for prom, and spending lazy summer afternoons on the deck with her friends, painting each other’s toenails pink. Her idea of a great evening had been sitting around a roaring bonfire, especially if a sing-along started.

      Pre-Mac, the most exciting thing that had ever hap-pened to her was getting the acceptance letter from the university of her choice.

      “Pampered, yes,” Mac went on. “Deceitful, no. You are the last person I would have ever thought would lower yourself to deceit.”

      But that’s where he was dead wrong. He had brought out the deceitful side in her before.

      The day she had said goodbye to him.

      Hurt and angry that he had СКАЧАТЬ