Cherise Sinclair - Edge of the Enforcer

At least on a trip to the secondhand store, she’d found a nicely festive red, satin shirt. The neckline even dipped far enough to flash a bit of cleavage. Only a bit.

Mama had once lectured her sister, Melissa, saying holiday meals were intended to show off turkey breasts, not women’s breasts.

Don’t think of home, dummy. Missing what she couldn’t have never helped anything. But…dammit, it was supposed to be her turn to have Thanksgiving dinner at her house this year. Instead they’d all be at Melissa’s.

Melissa and Gary with little Emily, Amanda, and Mama. Lindsey smiled slightly. Mama was flighty as a hummingbird, but she had a ranch-size heart. Lindsey bit her lip, remembering lullabies sung to drive away night terrors, big squishy hugs for lost pets, huge productions for each girl’s birthday, and special-made chocolate-chip cookies for when a best friend was mean.

There was something wonderful about being loved so completely. I want to go home. Now.

Before she could free a hand to ring the bell, Xavier opened the door. “Happy Thanks—” He used a finger under her chin to tilt her face up. “Are you all right, pet?”

“My liege—I mean, Xavier—I’m fine. Maybe a tad homesick.” She curled her lips upward.

His frown indicated her attempt had failed to reassure him. “Abby said you had sisters. In Texas?” He motioned her into the house.

“Uh. Right.” Lordy, what had she babbled to her friends? How much had they shared, not knowing better? “Who all is coming today?”

“Eight total. No children this year. Rona’s sons are at their father’s. Simon’s son is with his ex.” He smiled slightly. “Abby’s parents are sailing in the Caribbean, and her good sister is skiing with a friend’s family.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re having a dinner for all us strays,” Lindsey said, her voice shakier than she liked.

“It’s our pleasure. Now go drop the pies off and come out and talk.” Xavier stepped back, releasing her, although the concerned expression on his face said he’d be keeping an eye on her.

In the kitchen, Abby gave her a hug and sent her off with a bottle of wine to join the others.

In the living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Bay, framing a view of fog-shrouded Angel Island. The fireplace held a cheerfully crackling fire. A Dom from Dark Haven occupied one of the white leather chairs. In tight jeans and a stretchy Henley shirt, Dixon sat on the chair arm, talking with Rona on the adjacent sofa.

Standing off to one side, Simon, in his usual white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks, broke off his conversation with Xavier. “Lindsey.”

When Lindsey stopped beside him, he touched her cheek with gentle fingers. “All healed up. Good.”

She felt her homesickness recede. Her family was in Texas, but her friends were here. “Happy Thanksgiving, Simon.”

“And to you, pet.” He held out his glass, and she topped off his drink. “Thank you.”

As he returned to Xavier, Lindsey walked across the room to the others.

Dixon bounced up to give her a hug. “Hey, girlfriend! Love the hair!” He tugged at her new red-and-green highlights.

“I’m getting ready for Christmas.”

“Awesomesauce! Let’s dress up for Dark Haven as Santa’s elves.”

“Oh sure.” Lindsey grinned. “I’ll consider it only if you talk Xavier into a Santa costume. With a big belly and a white beard and—”

Dixon doubled up at the idea.

“Lindsey.” Her grin faded at the sound of Xavier’s voice.

She turned to see his black unreadable gaze on her. Surely he hadn’t heard her.

“No.”

Oh God, she was dead meat.

As the men returned to their talk, Simon backhanded Xavier—in his awesomely flat belly.

Snickering, Dixon shoulder-bumped her. “Maybe you should avoid the club until after New Year’s.”

“No shit.”

“Well, on to other topics,” Dixon said and turned to the Dom next to him. “Have you met Tad?”

Brown-haired. Fairly muscular. Full lips. Was this the so-called Dom who only wanted sex?

“In passing.” Hands occupied, Lindsey nodded at Tad. “Nice to meet you.”

The man didn’t stand—Lindsey’s father would have frowned at his lapse in manners—and held his glass out to be filled. “A pleasure, Lindsey.”

Rona’s expressionless face showed she wasn’t impressed with the man. It just went to prove Dixon really did have crummy taste in boyfriends.

And this guy looked like he was all hat and no cattle. She’d definitely have to keep an eye on Dix. Quiz him a bit. Nudge him along to a better selection of man. Meanwhile, Lindsey poured wine and dropped down beside Rona on the sofa.

Carrying a platter of porcini mushroom tartlets, Abby came in. “Here’s something to munch on, but don’t ruin your appetites.” As she set the plate on the coffee table, the doorbell chime sounded. “I’ve got this one,” she told Xavier.

Sitting back, Lindsey glanced around, feeling like when her high school hosted a father-daughter night and she’d had no one to take. It sucked deVries’s assignment to Seattle had run over, and he hadn’t been able to return in time.

Yet, perhaps his absence was best. In her world, taking someone to a Thanksgiving dinner meant serious . What had she been thinking, agreeing to go steady with deVries? Sure, exclusiveness was logical to prevent disease and everything, but…what they had was far too much like a…a real relationship.

And she knew better.

It wasn’t safe for him. And it wasn’t safe for her because if—when—she had to run and leave him behind, her heart was going to bust into a million pieces.

Even worse, what would her leaving do to him?

Since she’d had the meltdown at Dark Haven two weeks ago, they’d been together each night—and she’d loved every minute.

She’d believed she wanted someone intellectual, refined, and aristocratic, into opera and fancy restaurants. But deVries enjoyed home cooking—which was what she actually preferred to cook. He was definitely super intelligent, but…also super blunt. He liked fun movies and grilling and going on long hikes. And so did she.

She’d begun to realize her dreams were something left over from childhood—and not about finding a person who would match her likes. Who she could live with. When deVries wasn’t in Dom mode and deliberately making her uneasy, she was comfortable with him, whether arguing over which television show to watch or trading him cookies for gardening work. He was surprisingly fun to be around.

And the sex was off the scales. Especially without a condom. The feel of his bare cock inside her… She shivered.

Okay, no more thinking like that. He’d probably come over tonight, so she’d save her carnal thoughts for the appropriate time.

And tell her heart to stay out of the game entirely.

When Xavier left the room, Simon walked over to the couch. “How are you doing with the new job, Lindsey?”

“I love it.”

“That’s excellent, although you’re going to disappoint Mrs. Martinez. She hoped you’d return.”

Warmth flooded Lindsey’s heart. “Can you give her a hug from me?” However, a squeeze didn’t seem nearly enough to pay the sweet woman back for all her help. Perhaps, since she had a good paycheck coming in, she could do something more tangible. Her Rayburn family was famous for their Christmas tins filled with homemade candy. This year, she wasn’t known as a Rayburn, but her San Francisco friends deserved some treats, didn’t they?

A guttural voice from beside Lindsey said, “What kind of a hug you want delivered? I’ll see it done, Tex.”

To her surprise, she looked up into deVries’s face.