Mary Holder - Mckinley's Miracle

Her words touched him, the strength in them, the fire in her eyes. Did these kids know how much they were loved? he wondered.

“They won’t hear any of that garbage over at Cable Downs. I only have four men on the payroll and they’re all good blokes. Once I introduce the kids, the men know to act accordingly.”

Lucy wished he didn’t sound so sincere. It just made it more difficult not to like him. And Lucy was determined not to like him. Neighbourliness was one thing, but liking opened up a whole other can of worms that Lucy knew should stay very firmly closed. She emptied her cup and looked over at his. “Finished?”

Clayton grinned. “Is that your subtle way of telling me it’s time I was going?”

She raised an imperious eyebrow, trying to ignore what that smile did to her insides. “If subtle worked with you I would be upstairs asleep and you wouldn’t be here.”

He feigned a wounded look. “You mean to say you’d send me out on a night like this with just one cup of coffee under my belt?”

And that tack wouldn’t persuade her either. “Thomas would say I was doing you a favour.”

Truth be told she was right. After that one mouthful, he wasn’t expecting to get any sleep tonight. How the hell he was going to finish the whole lot he didn’t know. But he thought of it as a test. Though he’d like to know what she used to put the coffee in the percolator. He was guessing garden spade. A large one. He looked down at his plate and then back to her, grinning. “I’ve got cake left.”

Lucy sat back, hoping for that bored, unaffected look Lisa did so well. “Then I suggest you eat it.”

Oh, he would. The cake was world-class compared to the coffee. He waved his fork in her direction. “Give me a chance, Lucy. I’ll grow on you.”

Give him a chance? Not if she had one ounce of self-preservation in her body! “I don’t even know you.”

His gaze pinned her with undeniable challenge. He aimed to change that as soon as possible. “What do you mean you don’t know me? I help damsels in distress, children like me…and I drink your coffee. I think that last one should qualify me for some kind of bravery award. What more do you need to know?”

How to get you out of my life before you become a complication I can’t afford, she thought ruefully. “You haven’t finished the coffee yet,” she reminded him smugly. “And what do you mean bravery award?” She frowned. “Are you saying my coffee’s lousy?”

“Of course not.” And he wasn’t lying. It left lousy in the dust. Lousy gave the impression it could be improved. Clayton doubted anything short of an exorcism could make her coffee fit for general human consumption.

“It’s getting late,” she pointed out.

Clayton grinned. “I’ve got an idea.”

“What you’ve got is a hide thicker than any rhinoceros.”

He smiled again and this time she couldn’t muster a defence for it. She had to get him out of her kitchen, out of her house…and then she had to avoid him as much as possible. Either that or try to forget he was the reason they put the S in sinful.

“I’ve never had any complaints about the state of my hide, Lucy. I think you should wait until you have firsthand knowledge of it before you make rash statements.” He smiled as he purposely reached for the mug and drank the coffee. He hoped his medical insurance was up to date. How much did a stomach pump cost? he wondered.

Lucy leaned her arms on the table and met his gaze with a direct one of her own as he put the mug back on the table and finished off his cake. This was something they needed to get out of the way right now. “We’re neighbours. You’re helping the kids to feel more at home here and I appreciate it, but we are never going to be more than that.”

So, she could tell he was interested. That was a good start. “Never is a long time, Lucy. Are you sure you don’t want to renegotiate the time frame?”

She stood up. “Go home.” He put the fork on the plate along with his mug then pushed to his feet, still grinning as if he was having the time of his life. Great…just great! That was definitely the combination she needed in a man. Drop-dead sexy, lethally charming and annoyingly persistent.

“Don’t you want to know my idea?”

Lucy scowled. “Do I get a choice?”

“No.”

She glared at him. “Fine, as long as it gets you out of my house.” His smile wasn’t triumphant enough to be a smirk but it came darn close.

“Do you ride?”

Lucy didn’t trust his casual tone. She just knew there was a trapdoor here somewhere. She hoped she saw it before it was too late. “Horses?”

He chuckled. “We’d better stick to livestock or this conversation could take on a whole new meaning.”

Too late! She’d have to watch for the next potential slip. “No, I don’t ride horses.”

“Then I’ll teach you.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t know how to ride a horse. I just said I didn’t ride them.”

“Well, can you ride?”

She folded her arms and wondered if she really would have to push him out the door. “No.”

“Then I’ll give you lessons.”

Oh, I’ll just bet you could, Clayton McKinley. “What you’ll give me is a mitigating circumstance for homicide,” she said, exasperated and not totally immune to the fact that he was flirting with her. “As for the lessons, I don’t think so. The farther off the ground you are, the more it hurts when you fall off.”

“What if I promise to catch you?”

Oh, that was a much better idea. Hitting the ground would be less dangerous. “My answer would be the same.”

Clayton would have fun changing her mind. “I’d better be going. Thanks for the coffee and cake.”

“Thank you for the assistance.” Lucy followed him out of the kitchen and through the living room, where he picked up his coat and hat before heading out the door. He turned on the threshold, meeting her gaze. “I’ll see you when you drop the kids off tomorrow.”

“I have some things to do in the morning. I’ll get Thomas to drive them over.”

Clayton smiled. “Are you afraid of me?”

Lucy trembled involuntarily as that low, soft drawl skittered up her spine. With a momentum of its own it radiated to all points of her body. She raised her chin and tried to ignore the sensation, meeting his steady gaze with what she hoped was a withering glare.

“In your dreams.”

“You will be,” he replied easily. “I’m going to be seeing a lot more of you, Lucy Warner.” He reached out and soft as a whisper stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek, mesmerized by the softness he met and by the way she became immobile with…what was that in her eyes? Panic? Fear? He pulled his hand away, realizing he would have to go slower with this woman that he ever had in his life. He put his hat on and shrugged into his coat.

“It doesn’t matter if you hide out here and try to avoid me, Lucy. We’re going to be good together. That is a promise and a McKinley always keeps his promises.”

Lucy couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t forget the feelings his fingers had elicited. She raised her chin a notch and looked him straight in the eye. “You think I can’t resist you?”

He tucked his thumbs into the belt hooks of his jeans. “I think I’d like you to try. Sounds like it might be fun.” Then he turned serious. “And one more thing. I would never hurt those kids to get close to you. I plan to do that all by myself.”

Lucy shivered but it had nothing to do with the night air and everything to do with the man who threatened to thaw her heart with just a sexy smile. He turned and walked down the steps, the porch light illuminating the path to his truck.

“I’m not getting involved with you.” It had seemed important to get that out in the open so there could be no misunderstandings. But when he turned and looked back at her, one hand on the door of the vehicle, Lucy realized how well this man played the game.