His thumb rubbed over her knuckles soothingly. “You’re getting yourself back into a flap. Slow down, we’ll deal with that issue in a minute. There are a few big-picture things we need to discuss first.”
She could have sworn he swallowed hard, but that wasn’t the in-control and steady man she knew.
“Where you planning on staying?”
Finally something she had an answer for. “I’ll move back in with the family.”
“Like hell.”
She stiffened even though he’d said it softly. “Gabe?”
He shook his head. “No one is going to buy we’re getting hitched if you do that. If you’re all fired up about moving back to Rocky to be with me, tell me why you’d stay anywhere but in my place?”
Allison flushed. “Old-fashioned?”
He raised a brow but didn’t say anything.
“I don’t want to put you out more than necessary.”
“And I’m saying if you want this to work you’re moving in here. You’ll spend your days at the restaurant, and we’ll make sure you see as much of your mom and family as possible, but you sleep nights here. You and me need to keep in touch and…” Gabe sighed, reaching across the table to stroke her cheek softly. “And you’re going to need a place to hide out. This is it. What about when you have tough moments and need to cry, or scream, or to beat the hell out of something? You can’t do that at your mom’s house.”
The sheer magnitude of what they were undertaking started to register. “Do you think I’m wrong for doing this?”
Gabe shrugged. “That’s the kicker. I don’t know, which is why I ain’t trying to talk you out of it.”
They stared at each other, silent for a moment.
“So…what now? Do we go right away and talk to my mom?”
Gabe rubbed the back of his neck. “Unfortunately, I’ve already got plans I can’t cancel. I think we should give it one more evening before making any announcements. Once the word gets out, it’s going to spread like wildfire.”
Oh goodie. Part of Rocky that she really hadn’t missed. “You think they’ll use megaphones on Main Street or something?”
“Don’t go giving anybody ideas, because you know someone will do it. If not from town, one of my cousins, just to be a pain in the ass.”
His wide grin reassured her more than anything else. “Hey, Gabe?”
“Yeah?”
She let out a little of the tension she’d been holding inside, relaxing back into her chair. “Thanks for not throwing me out and telling me I’m crazy.”
He raised his brows. “Fact is, I think we’re both a trifle mad, but yeah—you’re welcome.”
Gabe rose to his feet, clearing his plate and hers to the counter. She helped by putting away what she could while he dealt with the dishes.
Outside the sky was changing to the most spectacular colours. Allison stared out the window. “There’s going to be a beautiful sunset tonight, with the way the clouds are hanging on the horizon.”
“I’ll take you to a real pretty spot to watch from sometime. There’s a comfy tree to lean on and everything.” He tilted his head toward a side door. “I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. I cleared out some space in the second bedroom while you were asleep. Rafe sleeps over occasionally, but I’ve kind of let the office stuff take it over. I’ll bring in your bags and you can get settled while I’m out.”
He pulled open the door to reveal a single bed shoved up against a wall, a small desk tucked beside it. A box on its surface overflowed with papers.
“I cleaned out a few drawers in the bathroom for you as well.”
Suddenly her tongue wasn’t working again. Finding the extra bed was a relief—she wouldn’t have to sleep on the couch for the next however long. But there was only one bathroom.
She’d buy a robe tomorrow. Or give up showering, or something.
It took three trips for them to bring in her stuff. She put some of her things straight into the small shed off the back door. Extra lamps, rugs. She’d had a furnished apartment in Red Deer so she had less bits and pieces than usual, but an embarrassing amount still crowded the entranceway of his porch when her car was empty.
Gabe cleared his throat before tossing her that familiar Angel Boy grin she’d seen so often back in high school. The one that said mischief all over it. “Once you get settled, maybe you want to come up with the story of how we fell in love. If you figure it out, I’ll play along. Easier if one of us does the setup.”
Her pick for a helper couldn’t have been better. This was beyond incredible. “You want to go over it in the morning?”
He nodded, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ll rearrange my schedule so we can have some extra time. If we’re ready, we can stop in at your mom’s tomorrow night. However you feel works best.”
Gabe pulled on a well-worn jean jacket and shoved his keys in the pocket. He opened the door, paused, then shut it with him still standing there, his back toward her.
Allison put down the suitcase she’d been ready to carry to the other room. “Gabe? What’s wrong?”
He twisted gradually. “Just realized something.”
One step forward brought him close enough to touch. One more, and she was ready to edge against the wall to get out of his way. That was her plan until he reached out and caught her, one hand snaking around the back of her neck, the other around her body so he could pull them tight together. He lowered his mouth over hers deliberately, slow enough she could have retreated if she’d wanted to.
She was too surprised to move. Or at least that was the excuse she gave herself.
His lips were firm but gentle. No tongue, just a meeting of mouths. Kisses, one after another followed as he controlled her position, not allowing her to squirm away. And when she opened her mouth to complain he took total advantage, deepening the kiss until she was ready to pass out for the second time that day.
Pass out, or she was about to wrap her arms around him and grind their bodies together, she was so excited. From kissing. From the feel of his long, hard body pressed up tight against hers.
He let her go, leaning away. Cool air and regret he hadn’t done more than simply kiss her hit about the same time. Holy cow, what had she gotten herself into?
One corner of his mouth twitched before his wide smile reappeared. “Figured we’d better get used to each other a little—hate to have anyone call our bluff just because we ain’t good at kissing.”
The butterflies in her stomach didn’t quite know what to think of his comment. The tenderness in his touch had seemed far more real than she’d expected.
Allison pulled herself together. “You’re right. Totally right.” She nodded briskly and snatched up a bag in either hand, turning her back to hide her flaming-hot face. “Have a good night.”
She fled as unhurriedly as possible, but it was still an escape and he knew it. And she knew he knew because that wicked laugh of his followed her yellow-bellied retreat.
Allison stood on the porch in the dark and watched his taillights disappear down the long driveway leading to the main road.
Chapter Four
Loud music blared through the made-over barn, but it had been used long enough for its new purpose there was no dust or straw bits left in the rafters to shake loose and fall on those gathered beneath the bright lights.
The scent remained—nothing could remove that slightly sweet aroma of animals and feed that had permeated the wood itself from years of use. Layered in were the new scents of alcohol and cigarettes. Perfume and sweat.
Gabe watched the men fighting in the ring before him with only half his attention, the rest focused on his cousin who stood nearly motionless at his side.
Bullshit. Most of his attention was still back on the woman he’d left in his house. Wondering what Allison was doing, and questions of how they were going to pull this deception off, threaded through his brain like a snake holding its tail. An endless loop of unanswerable chaos.
Her taste lingered on his lips, and he gave himself a mental slap and refocused on the here and now.
Travis stared intently across the wide space of the room, his eyes almost glazed. It was always like this—the calm before the storm. His breathing slow and even, relaxed as if he were ready to fall asleep.
Deceptively dangerous.
It was nearly a year since Gabe had discovered what Travis did in some of his spare time, and insisted he be brought along as an emergency backup. Some nights he wasn’t needed. Some nights, he was.
A roar of approval rose from the men gathered around the perimeter of the fighting area as one of the two in the ring landed a series of blows that dropped his opponent to his knees. Men with nothing more than wrapped fingers, stripped to the waist. Beating the hell out of each other because they wanted to. Because they could.
It wasn’t Gabe’s thing, but Travis sure the hell got something out of it, so who was he to judge? As long as his cousin got home in one piece, he figured the bruises and cuts would eventually heal.
The man teetering toward the floorboards was dragged to his feet by a couple of the watchers, raucous laughter and ribald comments flying through the air. Gabe ignored it all. He’d heard it before, seen it before. Shock value was gone.
Someone poked him in the arm and he jerked around.
Shit. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Tamara Coleman planted her fists on her hips and lowered her chin just enough to peer over the top of her glasses at him. “On-call medical. Don’t tell me you’re stupid enough to be participating in this free-for-all?”
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