The Secret Son's Homecoming. Helen Lacey

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СКАЧАТЬ his blood. She’d been alone at a booth, staring into a club soda. He knew who she was. He’d met her that first time he’d accompanied his mother to Cedar River when she’d returned to see her family after thirty years away from the small town. Liam’s secret marriage to Kayla had been the catalyst for Kathleen’s return, and Jonah wasn’t about to allow her to face everyone without him. What he hadn’t bargained on was Connie Bedford. He had recognized an instant attraction.

      Jonah knew enough about women to home in on sexual chemistry. So, that night, they’d talked for a while. And when the talking stopped and they both clearly knew where things were heading, he invited her to his room and she agreed. Outside, before he could pull the key card from his wallet, she’d leaned in toward him and he’d kissed her. Softly at first, because her lips had been so damned inviting he’d wanted to savor every moment. And then desire took over and he kissed her with so much passion it had almost dropped him to his knees. Within minutes they were in his room and on his bed. It had been hot and heavy, and he couldn’t remember a time when he’d wanted a woman so much—until she put the brakes on, which had acted like a bucket of ice water on his libido.

      Of course, he’d stopped, immediately. But he’d also been wound up and frustrated by his inability to get her to confide in him when something was so obviously bothering her. He wasn’t usually that guy. Sure, his relationships had always been casual, but he always treated women with respect and restraint and courtesy.

      Until Connie Bedford.

      He’d been rude and unpleasant, stung less by her sudden rejection than the lack of explanation, and his manners hadn’t improved since. She was under his skin. Being around her pushed all his buttons...physical and emotional. He couldn’t explain or understand it, since they barely knew one another. But he knew she disapproved of his behavior and his feelings toward the O’Sullivans, and the fact that she kindled that spark of shame within him when even his mother couldn’t irritated him down to the very blood in his bones.

      Jonah took the folder and noticed that Connie seemed...uncomfortable. Her gaze kept slipping toward the door, almost as though... “Am I making you nervous?”

      Her gaze jerked upward. “Of course not.”

      “You seem nervous being alone with me. You keep looking to see if your boss is coming.”

      “Caffeine withdrawal,” she said and crossed her arms. “I’m trying to give up coffee, but I can smell it from the kitchen.” She was so clearly lying to him—and he was instantly compelled to try to put her at ease.

      “Why would you want to do that?” he inquired. “Coffee is one of life’s guilty pleasures.”

      “My goal is to give up all the things that are bad for me. Coffee is on the list.”

      “What else is on your list?” he asked, picking up the scent of her flowery perfume and feeling it spike through his blood like wildfire.

      “You.”

      He laughed, both aroused and amused by her candor. “I don’t think I’ve ever been on a list before.”

      “Ten bucks says you have.”

      He laughed again and realized he did that a lot around Connie. She was so effortlessly attractive, and he pushed back the urge to reach out and touch her hair, her cheek. It wouldn’t be appropriate, considering their history. They might have chemistry, but it was so much more than that because something about her affected him on a primal level. He couldn’t work it out. Sure, she was pretty, but there was an earnestness about Connie that was refreshing and intoxicating and made him—foolishly—want to get to know her better. Somehow, she made him think that she’d be a good friend. Which was crazy, because he had several female friends back in Portland and he didn’t want to take any of them to bed.

      “Why are you really working today?” he asked.

      She shrugged and moved back around the desk. “Just catching up on a few things.”

      “And you still don’t think they take advantage of you?”

      Her mouth thinned. “Maybe I’m one of those people who like being needed. You should try it sometime...doing something for someone without a motive.”

      Her dig had pinpoint accuracy. “I’m not completely selfish.”

      “If you weren’t you’d know that every time you call your father J.D. it hurts his feelings terribly.”

      Jonah stiffened. “I have my reasons.”

      “Yes,” she agreed. “Selfish ones.”

      “You don’t know anything about it.”

      “Actually,” she corrected, “I know quite a bit. We doormats tend to hear everyone’s tale of woe.”

      Jonah’s stomach rolled. “I shouldn’t have called you that. I’m sorry.”

      “Wow, an apology. I bet that makes your teeth hurt.”

      “A bit,” he admitted. “But I generally don’t have to apologize for my behavior, since my behavior is usually very civilized.”

      “Are you saying I bring out the worst in you?”

      “You bring out something,” he admitted rawly. “But I’m not quite sure what it is. I think I find your complete and utter faith in the O’Sullivans a mystery. And damned irritating.”

      “Haven’t you ever looked up to and admired someone?”

      “Of course,” he replied. “My mom. My best friend from high school. My favorite professor in college. Your point?”

      “That it’s not blind faith,” she replied. “It’s respect and admiration. It’s knowing someone has your back and you have theirs. It’s about friendship and loyalty.”

      “And your loyalty lies with Liam and J.D.?” he probed. “Why?”

      “Because they saved my life.”

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