Chapter 11

“No, it was the kids.” The boy in him who’d found ways to torment his brothers during the years he lacked their strength decided to see how far he could push before she was on to him. “Once you hit four, it gets pretty noisy.”

Her eyes shot open. “You left your children? Four of them?”

“Oh, they’re not mine. I’m living with my brother’s wife. I’m pretty sure the kids are his. Most of them anyway.”

She sputtered. “You…he…she…”

“So when I met Michelle and she had this place available, I jumped at the chance to ditch them all. I needed the quiet.”

“I see.” Her outrage was at full pitch. How could she swallow all this obvious bull, but refuse to acknowledge any truths he told her early this morning? “What…do you do?”

Nolan shrugged. “Not much of anything these days. Just kind of casting my net around, enjoying a break.”

“Well. That must be…freeing.”

“Yeah, you know, sleeping late, doing whatever I want all day.”

“But you’re able to help my sister with the expenses of living here?”

Tight lips, rigid body, frosty, frosty disapproval. Nolan would shiver, but he’d heated into truly brilliant creativity. “I can always hit up some of the rich, married women I service if I need cash.”

“You—”

“Candace.” He took a step toward her, hand held up. Enough.

“What?” She spoke through her teeth.

“This is ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m kidding about the married women. And my brother Mark was transferred to Germany; he’s there finding his family a house. Maria and the boys needed a place to stay because their place sold sooner than they expected, so I said they could stay with me.”

“For God’s sake.” She lifted her chin. “You made it sound like—”

“You’d already decided I’m bad news. I was curious how bad. Apparently impressively bad.”

“Michelle said to give you another chance. I was trying.”

“By assuming I’m a jerk?”

“You acted like one.”

“Okay.” He took another step toward her. He wanted to see her eyes, watch her face change. And, yes, he was a man, to enjoy the rest of her up closer. He never got to hold her gorgeous body against him the way he planned when he woke to her a second time. “So can we start over? Without preconceptions?”

“Well. I guess.” Her color rose; she took a step back. “If you’ll stop lying.”

Grrrrr.

“I’ll do my best.” He held out his hand. “I’m Nolan Carrington, Michelle’s roommate.”

Her grip was reluctant. “Candace McKenna, Michelle’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you.” Their hands lingered, then separated. He had no idea what to say to her now. They’d been together an entire night, argued like an old married couple; it seemed wrong to pretend they were just-met strangers. “Uh, so this is your room?”

“Since I was ten.”

He looked around. Decorated with the sweet femininity of a butch drill sergeant.

“Michelle took out my personal stuff. I guess to get it ready for you.”

Oops. Apparently he’d jumped to judge her, too. “How long are you staying?”

She smiled with all the warmth of a nurse proffering a bedpan. “Until I’m sure you’re not taking advantage of my sister.”

He wanted to laugh. He’d moved in to protect her sister. “I’m not interested in doing that. Just in escaping four boys and a dog’s worth of chaos. When they leave, I go back home, Michelle’s fortune, house and honor intact.”

“I know I seem overprotective, but her track record with men is…” She pressed her lips together. “Anyway, I just wanted to meet you before I move to Langford.”

At least she was loyal to her sister. That was one good quality he could focus on, to keep himself from strangling her…or something else, which he wished he could stop wanting to do. “I’ll sleep in the guest room while you’re here.”

“Oh, well that’s very nice of—”

“Unless—” he gestured to the bed “—you’d like to share again?”

Her hands went back to her hips. Her brows dropped as if they had weights.

“No?” He gave her his best charmer grin. Did she have no sense of humor? “Out of luck for a repeat, huh?”

“Completely.” She held herself as if she’d had her vertebrae fused. The challenge was irresistible.

“So…no chance even for a quickie right now?”

Her eyes darkened. Her fists were going to crack her hip bones if she wasn’t careful. “If you keep harassing me like this, I’m going to—”

“Tell on me?” He took another prowling step toward her. He was being a complete jerk, but she thought he was one anyway, and he was tired of trying to be nice. Something about her made him edgy and angry and excited and horny all at once. Didn’t he say he usually went for calm women? He should go downstairs right now, move the rest of his stuff up into the guest room and act like a saint so she’d trust him with her sister and leave.

And he’d never get to touch her again.

Another step. She glanced to one side, glanced back. Glanced to the other. Glanced back. Her lips parted. Where was the outrage now? Swamped by hormones? Was he affecting her the same way she was affecting him? Or did she just get off on guys who were jerks?

Sheesh. If he wasn’t getting more and more turned on by her, he’d be feeling contempt. He’d be thinking women like her were why nice, non-caveman guys couldn’t get a break.

Unfortunately, now that he was one step away from her, his inner caveman was acting up. He could see the sexy indentation at the base of her throat, her collarbones peeking from her scoop neckline, the shadow of cleavage—and no, he wasn’t just looking down her shirt because he had also noticed her eyes were wide and anxious again.

Worse, her proximity brought back details of his predawn sexual raid in startling clarity. The way she’d arched and moaned, the way her hips undulated with his rhythm, the way—

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out a cracking whisper. She didn’t step back or move away; her eyes held his. Where was Ms. Dragon Lady now?

“I’m…” What was he doing? “…going to kiss you.”

His words snapped her out of whatever human form she’d taken. “What?”

He winced. Did she have to make so much noise? “Did you not hear?”

“I heard fine. Now, you listen to me.” She had the gall to thrust a finger at him, as if he were nine and she was his den leader.