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She’d said yes.
Rabb had felt like punching his brother’s lights out. Instead, he’d swallowed his anger and wished both of them well. He’d been miserable, wondering how soon he would have to sit in church and watch the brother he idolized marry the woman he loved.
But they’d never set a wedding date, and Rabb had begun to hope it would never happen.
Two years ago, he’d volunteered to build a gazebo for a charity raffle, and amazingly, Amanda had purchased the winning ticket. He’d spent far longer working on the gazebo he’d built in her backyard than was necessary. But it had given him the opportunity to get reacquainted with her.
He would never forget the hot summer day she’d come out back with a tray of lemonade and oatmeal-raisin cookies. She’d been wearing one of those summer dresses held up with a couple of skinny straps over the shoulders and sandals that showed off toenails she’d painted pink. Her brown hair was cut in a short bob that made her look more like a teenager than the nearly thirty-year-old woman he knew she was.
“Thought you could use something cold to drink,” she’d said, setting the tray on the unpainted steps of the gazebo.
He’d started to reach for his shirt, but she’d said, “You don’t have to cover up for me. I’ve lost my modesty where the human body is concerned.”
It was a strange thing to say, but he knew that, at the end, she’d taken care of the most intimate duties for her mother. He sat down beside her on the steps, took the glass of lemonade she handed him and drank most of it down. When he lowered the glass, he caught her staring at him.
She blushed and said, “I’m sorry. It’s just that…you look so…healthy.”
“My job keeps me in shape,” he said matter-of-factly.
To his amazement, she reached out a hand and traced the corded muscles from his shoulder, down across his biceps, all the way to his forearm. She seemed totally absorbed in what she was doing, unaware of the response it was eliciting in him.
He waited, keeping himself totally still, wondering when she would realize what she was doing, not wanting her to stop. When she traced a small scar at his wrist, his hand reflexively clenched into a fist.
“Oh,” she said, looking up at him with startled eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He caught her hand before she could flee. “No problem. I liked you touching me.”
“You did?”
“It felt good.”
“Oh,” she said. “I wondered if…I mean as an experiment I wondered if you’d mind if I…”
“What?”
“I’m just curious, you understand.”
“About what?” he asked, his voice harsh with unexpected desire.
“Nothing,” she said, rising abruptly.
He still had hold of her hand and rose with her. “About what?” he persisted.
She looked almost frightened as she gazed into his eyes. “I wondered…” She laid a hand around his nape, drew his head down and kissed him. Her lips were soft and gentle, and he was so surprised that he didn’t respond, although the kiss was electrifying.
She broke the kiss abruptly and stepped back, her blue eyes stark. “Excuse me. I have some papers to grade.”
He’d wanted to hold on to her, and if she’d been engaged to anyone but his brother, he would have. But when she ran, he let her go.
Rabb had never mentioned the kiss. And neither had Amanda.
She’d brought him lemonade and cookies several more times over the summer as he built her gazebo. She even stayed to talk about her work and the books she was reading. She’d made sure their conversations stayed on a friendly footing. But she’d been careful never to touch him again.
Rabb had felt frustrated that he couldn’t tell her how much he admired her. How much he loved her. But she was engaged to his eldest brother.
It seemed odd to him that Jake never seemed to come around much. He’d watched the engaged couple together and realized something shocking. His brother didn’t seem to have an intimate relationship with Amanda. Rabb was grateful, but frustrated. Especially since Jake kept throwing him together with Amanda. Whenever Jake couldn’t escort his fiancée to some event, he would deputize Rabb to take his place. And since Rabb was grateful for every moment he could spend with Amanda, he was happy to oblige.
Over the past two years, it had gotten harder and harder to be a good brother. Especially when he wanted his brother’s woman for his own.
To make matters worse, he wasn’t sure if Jake even loved Amanda. Even now, at a party to celebrate his impending marriage, Jake couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off Hope Butler. That little sex kitten really had her claws into his brother.
Rabb took a breath and let it out. Amanda would never be happy married to a man who didn’t love her. And Jake wouldn’t be happy living with a miserable wife. He owed it to both of them to make his feelings known…before it was too late.
The first problem was how to separate Jake from Amanda so he could talk to his brother. In the end, he decided the direct approach was best. He walked up to the two of them and said, “I need to talk to you, Jake.”
“Can it wait?” Jake said. He smiled at Amanda. “I’m a little busy right now.”
“It’s important,” Rabb said.
Jake turned to Amanda and said, “I’ll be right back,” then released her and followed Rabb.
Rabb led his brother to a deserted corner of the backyard where forsythia bushes had grown out of control.
“What is it?” Jake said impatiently.
“I don’t think you should marry Amanda Carter.”
Jake frowned. It was a look that would’ve cowed Rabb a few years ago, but he couldn’t afford to be daunted by his older brother’s displeasure. This was too important.
“You don’t love her,” Rabb said bluntly.
“How I feel about Amanda is none of your business,” Jake retorted.
“I’m making it my business.”
Jake’s blue eyes narrowed. “Did Amanda say something to you about us?”
“No, but—”
“Then how is my relationship with her any of your business?” Jake demanded.
“Do you love Amanda even a little?” Rabb asked. “Tell me you love her, and I’ll back off.”
Jake’s eyes narrowed even more. “I already told you—”
“You don’t love her,” Rabb accused. “Do you? That Butler girl has her claws in you so tight, you can’t see anything but those big brown eyes of hers and that knockout body.”
“Keep Hope out of this. And keep your voice down,” Jake said, shooting a glance at the gathered friends and family who were just out of earshot.
“Hope Butler is very much a part of this,” Rabb said in a low, urgent voice. “Because I think you’re in love with her.”
“How I feel about Hope is none of your business, either,” Jake said heatedly.
“You have to break off this engagement, Jake. You have to set Amanda free.”
“You know I can’t do that,” Jake said. “I proposed to Amanda, and unless she calls it off, I intend to go through with the wedding. Because she’ll make a damned fine wife!”
“You are the most stubborn, bullheaded—”
“If you’re done—”
“I’m not done,” Rabb said, grabbing at Jake’s shoulder to keep him from walking away. “If that sexpot Hope Butler wasn’t wagging her tail—”
Rabb never got to finish his sentence, because Jake swung a fist at his chin. He reacted quickly enough that the blow only grazed him, but even that was enough to knock him off his feet. Rabb lay on the ground staring up at his stunned brother.
“Damn it, Rabb. I’m sorry,” Jake said. “I don’t know—”
Rabb avoided the hand his brother offered and quickly got back on his feet. “I know exactly what’s wrong with you. You’re in love up to your eyeballs with Hope Butler, and you’re marrying Amanda Carter out of some misplaced sense of honor. You’re not doing either one of them any favors.”
“Hope’s too young for me,” Jake said bleakly.
“Yeah, I know. And because Amanda’s the right age you’re going to marry her and live miserably ever after. I’m giving you fair warning that I intend to do everything in my power to stop this wedding.”
“Amanda loves me, Rabb. I don’t want to see her hurt.”
Rabb was taken aback by Jake’s statement, because it was something he feared might very well be true. “Maybe she does. And maybe she doesn’t know her own mind.”
They were both distracted by a commotion in the gazebo.
“What the hell?” Jake muttered.
Hope screamed.
Rabb was left standing by himself as Jake raced to the rescue.
Rabb quickly followed after him, but while Jake’s attention was focused on Hope and the cowboy whose arms were wrapped tightly around her, Rabb had eyes only for Amanda.
She looked distressed as Jake marched up the steps of the gazebo and yanked Hope free of the cowboy’s drunken embrace. When the man took a swing at him, Jake ducked, then planted his powerful fist in the cowboy’s solar plexus.
The man stumbled backward, then went crashing through the delicate lattice that formed one of the five sides of the gazebo. That would have been bad enough, but as the drunken cowboy stumbled, he careened into another guest, who windmilled helplessly before smashing backward through another one of the fragile walls.
“Oh, no!” Amanda cried.
Rabb was beside her an instant later. “It’s all right, Amanda,” he said. “I can fix it.”
“I don’t care about the gazebo,” she shot back. And then realizing who was standing beside her amended, “Well, of course I do, but…”
He followed her gaze to the gazebo and saw what was really troubling her. Jake was gripping Hope Butler tightly by the arm, dragging her out of the gazebo behind him and hauling her toward the house.
“That poor girl,” Amanda said, staring after them. “I’d better go see what I can do to help.”
For a moment Rabb was tempted to let her follow his brother, because he had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen when Jake got Hope alone. But he didn’t want Amanda hurt any more than necessary. Which meant he had to distract her long enough for Jake to finish his “talk” with Hope.
“Wait,” he said, setting a hand on her shoulder. “Jake can handle Hope.” Which was probably the biggest lie he’d told in a good long while. “You’d better see to your guests,” he said, pointing toward the disaster in and around the gazebo.
She glanced once more toward the house, where Jake and Hope had disappeared, then turned back to the gazebo. “You’re right. I’d better see what I can do to smooth things over.”
Rabb went with her, to make sure the drunken cowboy didn’t repeat whatever insult had created havoc with Hope in the first place. He found Hope’s twin Faith standing beside the fallen cowboy, her boyfriend Randy at her side.
“I’m so sorry,” Faith was saying. “I swear I thought Hope said she liked you. But maybe it was some other cowboy,” she was explaining.
“You’d better saddle up and move along,” Rabb said as he approached the man.
“No argument from me,” the cowboy muttered as Faith’s boyfriend helped him to his feet.
The other guest who’d fallen turned out to be Amanda’s principal, Mr. Denton. And his arm was broken.
“I’m so sorry,” Amanda said as she stared helplessly at the older man.
“Aw, hell,” Denton said as Rabb helped him to his feet. “I’ve been hurt worse. But this is going to make it a little harder to put together some of the Christmas presents I bought the kids—bicycles, baby carriages and the like.”
“I can help you with that,” Rabb volunteered.
“I’ll help, too,” Amanda said. “Just let us know when and where to show up.”
“You got it,” Denton said.
Rabb could see Amanda’s hands were trembling as a couple of other teachers escorted Denton toward a car to take him to the hospital. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said. “It could have happened—”
“I should have been watching more carefully,” she said. “I should have kept an eye on—”
“You can’t watch everyone all of the time,” Rabb interrupted.
“My beautiful gazebo,” she said as she stared at the destruction. Her chin was wobbling and tears began to brim in her beautiful blue eyes.
Rabb put an arm around her waist, wanting to comfort. “I can fix it, Amanda. Really, I can.”
She turned her face up to him and said, “Can you? Really?”
He wondered if she was talking about the gazebo…or her relationship with Jake. Amanda Carter was no dummy. She must have some inkling of what was going on between Jake and Hope. But if she did, why didn’t she call off the wedding herself?
A moment later, Amanda had her face pressed against his shirtfront, sobbing.
“I’ll start tomorrow,” he promised her. And be at her back door every day for the next two weeks, he promised himself. He enfolded her in his arms, rocking her and murmuring soothing words, his eyes warning the guests not to make anything of it. He was merely deputizing for his brother.
But where the hell was Jake? Why hadn’t he come back to comfort his fiancée?
CHAPTER TWO
