Сьюзен Мэллери - One In A Million

She followed Nash to the curb and watched as he popped the hoods on both vehicles. He stretched out the cables and clamped one end to her battery.

“What brings you to Glenwood?” she asked as he walked to his car and she did the same.

“I’m visiting family.”

Huh. She wouldn’t have picked him for the small-town type. “I don’t know anyone named Harmon in the area.”

He opened his car door. “Actually their last name is Haynes.”

“The Haynes men?”

He frowned slightly. “You know them?”

“Sure. Travis Haynes is our sheriff. Kyle, his brother, is one of the deputies, as is his sister, Hannah.” Stephanie tilted her head. “Let me see. I think Hannah is only a half sister. I never heard the whole story. There are a couple more brothers. One’s a firefighter and one lives in Fern Hill.”

“You know a lot.”

“Glenwood isn’t the big city. It’s the sort of place where we all keep track of each other.”

Which was one of the things she liked about the area. While owning a bed and breakfast had never been one of her dreams, if she had to run that kind of business, far better here than somewhere cold and impersonal.

Nash moved into his car and turned the key. The engine caught.

When he stepped back out, Stephanie studied his dark hair and strong jaw. “I can see the family resemblance,” she said. “Are you a cousin?”

“Not exactly.” He released the jumper-cable connection. “I don’t know much about them. Maybe you could fill me in later.”

A shiver shimmied through her. Anticipation, she realized. Great. In the time it took to serve breakfast and dig out jumper cables, she’d developed a crush. She was thirty-three. Shouldn’t she be immune to that kind of foolishness?

He coiled the cables, then handed them to her. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not one bit. Hunt me down when you’re ready. I’m usually in the kitchen after the boys get home from school.”

“Thanks.”

He smiled. Unlike last night’s, this one reached his eyes. They brightened for a moment, which made the cold foggy morning suddenly less dreary.

Oh, she had it bad. And as soon as her long-legged, hunky guest drove off in his rental car, she was going to give herself a stern talking-to. Falling for one pretty face once had turned her life into a disaster. Did she really want to risk that a second time?

She was a sensible woman with children and bills. The odds of her finding love with a decent responsible guy had to be substantially less than one in a million. She would do well to remember that.

Nash circled around Glenwood and started out on the interstate. He checked his watch and when he’d traveled twenty minutes, he drove off at the next exit, turned around and headed back to town.

With his car battery charged, he meandered through the picturesque residential neighborhoods. Ancient trees lined many blocks, the heavy branches touching over the streets and providing tunnels of shade. Big lawns stretched out in front of well-kept houses. Bikes and sports equipment littered the edges of driveways while bright blooming flowers provided color.

The quiet small-town neighborhood wasn’t anything like the lakefront in Chicago where he currently lived. No big city lurked in the background. Despite the geographical differences, he was reminded of life back where he’d grown up. Possum Landing, Texas, might not have been as upscale as Glenwood, but it had the same friendly feel.

He made a couple of turns without any thought of direction. He just wanted to keep moving. Eventually he would have to get in touch with his brother and deal with the pending family reunion, but not just yet.

After his next right turn, he drove onto a wider street lined with huge Victorian houses. They were similar to Stephanie’s. All restored, all elegant and framed by massive trees. A discreet sign in front of one indicated it was also a bed and breakfast, with a restaurant. He briefly wondered why Stephanie hadn’t opened her business here rather than on the other side of town before dismissing the query and returning his attention to getting lost.

He continued to drive through the neighborhood, turning left, then right. After ten minutes he found himself facing a large shopping mall, which he had driven past the previous evening on his way in from the airport. He was about to turn around when his cell phone rang.

Nash checked the caller ID, then pulled over and hit the Talk button.

“What’s up?” he asked, even though he had a good idea of the answer.

“I’m checking on you,” Kevin, his twin brother said. “Did you flake out on me at the last minute or are you really here?”

“I’m in town.”

“You’re kidding.”

Kevin sounded surprised. Nash shared the feeling. The last place he’d expected to be was here. Given the choice he would be at work—getting lost in an assignment, or training or even paperwork.

“What changed your mind?” his brother asked.

“I wasn’t given a choice. You told me to get my butt here or you’d drag me yourself.”

“Right. Like me telling you what to do has made you do anything.” Kevin laughed. “I’m glad you made it, though. I’ve met with a couple of the guys. Travis and Kyle Haynes.”

Their half brothers. Family they’d never known about. Nash still couldn’t get his mind around the concept. “And?”

“It went great. There’s a physical resemblance I didn’t expect. Our mutual father has some pretty powerful genes. We’re about the same height and build. Dark hair, dark eyes.”

Someone said something in the background Nash didn’t catch.

Kevin chuckled. “Haley says to tell you they’re all good-looking. I wouldn’t know about that. It’s a chick thing.”

Haley? Before Nash could ask, Kevin continued.

“We’ve set up a dinner for tomorrow night. All the brothers will be there along with their wives and kids. Gage is here.”

Gage and Quinn Reynolds had been Nash and Kevin’s best friends for as long as they could remember. They’d grown up together. Three weeks ago Nash had found out Gage and Quinn shared their biological father with Nash and Kevin.

“I haven’t seen Gage in a couple of years,” Nash said. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s engaged.”

“No way.”

“Remember Kari Asbury?”

Nash frowned. “The name’s familiar.”

“He dated her when he left the service and came back to Possum Landing. She took off to New York to be a model or something.”

“Oh, yeah. Tall. Pretty. They’re getting married?” It had to have been years since they’d seen each other.

“Yup. She moved back and the rest is history. Apparently it all happened pretty fast.”

“Even though Gage kept saying he wanted a family, I figured he was going to stay single forever. I hope it works out.”

Nash meant it. He wanted his friend to have a happy marriage. To be sure about the woman he married. Not to always wonder what wasn’t exactly right between them.

“Gage will be at the dinner tomorrow night,” Kevin said. “You’re coming, too, right?”

“That’s why I’m here.” To meet his new family. To try to get involved in something other than work. Maybe to find a way to feel something again.

Was that possible or was he like a kid wishing for the moon?

He didn’t want to think about it so he changed the subject. “How’s the leg?”

“Good. Healing.”

His brother had been shot in the line of duty. Kevin was a U.S. Marshal who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time during a prison riot.

“Do you have a limp?” Nash asked.

“Some, but it’s supposed to go away.”