Teresa Southwick - McFarlane's Perfect Bride / Taming the Montana Millionaire - McFarlane's Perfect Bride

He shook his head. “Does nothing get by you?”

“Hey, I teach high-school English. Without a sharply honed sense of what’s bull and what’s not, I wouldn’t make it through the first week of a new semester.”

He gave in. “Okay, okay. I’ll ask CJ to have Jerilyn over and I’ll take Russ up on his offer, get CJ working at Melanie’s guest ranch. Anything else?”

Tori laughed. “I’ll be in touch with further suggestions.”

Entranced. Captivated. Enchanted.

They were words straight out of some women’s novel.

But as Connor sat across that table from Tori Jones, he couldn’t help thinking that those words exactly described what the small-town schoolteacher did to him. He might as well stop trying to tell himself he wasn’t interested. He was powerfully drawn to her.

Clearly, he should have dated more when he was younger.

He’d married Jennifer while they were both in college. Because she was from the right family and she was gorgeous and ready to get married to the right kind of man. A man with money and good breeding equal to her own. It had seemed a very suitable match. The perfect match.

Plus, with the marrying and the settling down out of the way early, he’d been free to concentrate on his career in the family company. He’d never looked at another woman during his marriage. He had a wife and a son, a beautiful home—and his ambitions for McFarlane House, which were considerable. What else was there?

Just possibly, a whole lot more, he was discovering.

There had been a couple of other women, since Jennifer walked out on him. The sex had been good with them, which it never really had been with Jennifer. But he had never been entranced. Or captivated. Or enchanted.

Until now.

He wanted her— her, Tori Jones, in particular. Not just someone suitably attractive and well-bred, as Jennifer had been. Not just someone sophisticated, sexually exciting and discreet, which pretty much described the two women he’d dated after his marriage had crashed and burned.

It came to him that he … he liked this woman. And that feeling was new to him. He liked her quick wit, her wisdom and her big heart. He liked the passion in her voice when she talked about things she believed in.

He liked her. And suddenly it mattered all out of proportion that she might like him, too.

Was he losing it? He couldn’t help but wonder. Was he cracking under the strain—of the soured economy, the McFarlane House setbacks, his divorce, the scary changes in his son? Of the changes he’d decided he needed to make in his life and himself?

Strangely, right then, on his first date with Tori Jones, he didn’t care if he just might be going over the edge. He was having a great time—having fun, of all things—and he didn’t want it to end.

They lingered at the table for over an hour after the meal was finished, talking and laughing, sharing glances that said a lot more than their words did. Finally, reluctantly, he took her home.

At her house, hating to let her go, he walked her up to the door.

She turned to him and said what he’d been praying she might. “Want to come in for a minute?”

He held her gaze, nodded. They shared a warm smile.

Inside, she offered coffee. He accepted, more as a matter of form than because he needed any extra caffeine.

She made more tea for herself and they went out to her comfortable great room and sat on the sofa. He drank the coffee he didn’t really want and thought about kissing her, about holding her in his arms.

About how, once he did that, he would have a hard time letting go.

“I should say goodbye,” he finally admitted aloud. “It’s almost midnight.”

“You sure you don’t want another cup of coffee?” Those hazel eyes teased him.

“I’m sure.” He rose and held down his hand to her. “And it wasn’t the coffee I came in for, anyway.”

She put her fingers in his. The contact was electric. He had to remind himself forcefully that he was not going to grab her against him and crush her mouth with his. “I’m glad,” she said softly as she stood.

He couldn’t resist. He lowered his head. She tilted her mouth upward, the sweetest kind of offering.

And, at last, he brushed her lips with his own. Her fresh scent surrounded him and her mouth was soft as rose petals.

She was the one who kept him from deepening that first, too-short kiss. She did that by lowering her head slightly, and taking a step back.

He didn’t know whether to applaud her good sense— or reach out and haul her near again. And then she was turning, leading him to the door. He followed.

Out on her front porch, the night was dark velvet.

She touched his arm. The light caress seemed to burn all the way to his soul. “Thank you,” she said. “I had a really good time tonight.”

“Sunday,” he said, his voice lower, rougher than he should have allowed it to be.

“What about it?” She gazed up at him. In her eyes, he saw that if he tried to kiss her again, she would let him.

He didn’t try. A little restraint never hurt—or so he told himself. “Melanie’s having us out to the Hopping H for a picnic Sunday. CJ and me.”

“Great,” she said approvingly. “That’s what I’m talking about. Make opportunities to spend quality time with him.”

“Come with us.”

A slight frown tightened her brow and she tipped her head to the side, studying him. “Are you sure? It sounds more like a family thing.”

“I’m sure. Come with us. You can keep an eye on me, see how I’m doing, interacting with CJ. Then later, you can give me more advice.”

She laughed, the sound like a song in the night. “Oh, so that’s it. You want me around to help you improve your relationship with to CJ.”

“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Come with us.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re after more than parenting advice from me? “

“Wait.”

“For what?”

“For this.” He dared to take her gently by the arms and pull her against him. And then he kissed her a second time. A longer kiss. Deeper, too. He wanted to go on like that, kissing her forever in the cool almost-summer darkness. But then he remembered that he was exercising restraint and carefully put her away from him. “I would call that a spark. A definite spark.”

“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly, her eyes bright as stars. “Guess so.”

“So, then. I get a second date, right?”

Her expression turned a little bit sad. “Connor. It’s problematic. You know it is.”

He told her the straight-ahead truth. “I want to see you again—and not so you can help me out with CJ.”

Her eyes widened. But then her soft mouth twisted. “It’s only—”

“Say it. Tell me. I can’t overcome your objections if you don’t tell me what they are.”

“Oh, Connor. You’re here for the summer and then you’ll be gone.”

“Just like CJ, with Jerilyn. Why is that okay for them, but not for us?”

“Well, because they’re kids and we’re not.”

“And because we’re not kids, we have to live for the future. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“No, not exactly. I’m just saying that a summer romance is one thing for two fifteen-year-olds. For adults, it’s—”

“What? You won’t let yourself live in the moment just because you’re all grown up?”

She laughed. “You know, Connor. You can be incredibly persuasive when you put your mind to it.”

Triumph flared within him, a sudden bright heat. He was sure he had her. “So that means you’ll come with us?”

She glanced out toward the velvety night beyond the porch, and then met his eyes again. “There’s something else.”