Cathy Thacker - Texas Vows - A McCabe Family Saga

“Instinct,” Sam retorted grimly. “I had a feeling something might happen.” His eyes ruthlessly swept the group before returning to Kate’s. “Just what in blazes is going on here?” he demanded furiously.

The boys exchanged uneasy glances, and much to Kate’s surprise, couldn’t seem to wait to leap to her defense. “We were just horsing around, Dad,” they claimed, surprising Sam, too.

Seeing no point in involving Sam in what was essentially a power struggle between her and the boys, Kate inserted glibly, “And now that we’re finished—”

“Boys. Inside. Now!” Sam commanded. Hands braced on his waist, he regarded them all sternly. “Unless I miss my guess you have a lot to undo in there.”

Uh-oh. Work fast, guys, Kate thought.

She turned to go, too. Maybe if she lent a hand, things wouldn’t look so bad.

Unfortunately, Sam moved with her, blocking her way. “Oh, no, you don’t.”

Aw, heck.

His hand curved over her shoulder, grabbing a fistful of drenched pale blue cotton. “I want to talk to you.”

SAM WAITED UNTIL THE BOYS had all gone inside before he continued. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Having a little fun?” Kate said cheekily. Unfortunately, the irony in her voice was lost on him.

“This was precisely the kind of behavior I had hoped to avoid by having you stay here.”

Abruptly aware her shirt was clinging damply to her breasts in a way that was much too revealing, Kate grabbed a handful of fabric and pulled it away from her body. “If you don’t mind, Sam, I’d like to change clothes…” Maybe by the time she was dry, she’d have figured out how to handle him.

He remained much too close to her. “I do mind,” he said, his brown eyes boring into hers. “What possessed you to get down to their level?”

Kate decided to put some distance between them and moved away from him to replace the distributor cap on Brad’s Mustang. “Maybe because I wanted to pass initiation,” she said over her shoulder. She paused long enough to see his eyes soften, his posture relax. “You don’t look surprised,” she said as she replaced the hose at the side of the house.

Sam sighed, looking no less unhappy but a little less fierce as he told her, “They’ve put everyone who’s worked for me through some kind of test, though never to this extent.” His glance traveling over her from head to toe, he continued to regard her with disapproval.

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