In Safe Hands. Linda Conrad

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She decided to give him a break—find a way to keep his mind off of dealing with the guilt.

      By talking his ear off. “I have two brothers of my own, you know.”

      He shot her a questioning look, and she figured she was on the right track. Give him something else to think about.

      “Oh yeah,” she rambled on. “Two big brothers. When we were kids, it was both a blessing and a pain to have them hovering over me all the time. They taught me to ride and rope and swim. The three of us are real products of our environment. Have you ever been to south Texas?”

      Without waiting for him to answer—without even taking a second breath—she babbled on. “After being separated for almost fifteen years, all of us are finally living within a few miles of each other. My oldest brother, Josh, he was a Ranger in the army. In Afghanistan. Did you say you were stationed in Afghanistan? You two might have met there.

      “Anyway, my other brother, Ethan, was in the Secret Service, guarding big shots like ambassadors, and even the President of the United States on occasion. Both Josh and Ethan are back home in Texas now, helping me with my new business.” Her voice softened. “Josh is married and Ethan is engaged. Both of them are in the process of adopting the kids that came along with the wonderful women in their lives. But that’s another long story. I don’t think you want to—”

      Colin lifted his head and raised a hand. “Take a breath before you faint, love.”

      Maggie elbowed him in the ribs. She drew in a deep breath and tried to calm down, but kept her eyes trained on Colin’s face. His expression seemed lighter, less sad.

      “What kind of accent do you have?” he asked. “I’ve been to a lot of places in the world, but I’ve never heard anything quite like it.”

      The idea hit her without warning. He needed to come home with her. Get out of this city and away from whatever danger stalked him. Colin should also take the opportunity to see his brother’s grave and meet his darling baby niece. Maybe if he did all that, it would make him feel a little less guilty about losing track of his brother, give him closure of a sort.

      And maybe…Well, if he saw that Emma was happy and healthy and living with people who adored her, maybe he would be more amenable to letting the baby stay where she was.

      “The accent’s a mishmash, same as me,” she answered airily. “My granddaddy and Nana Ryan came over from Ireland as a young couple and never lost their Gaelic lilts. I probably picked up a little of their accent when I lived with them.”

      She sighed and drew in air. “And my Abuela Lupe, my mom’s mother, speaks with a heavy Spanish accent. She’s living in Mexico now, but she lived with us at the ranch until my mom died when I was fifteen. I learned a lot from her, including how to speak Spanish.”

      She had his full attention now. He was staring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time.

      “Look,” she began as she rose to her feet. “Why don’t you fly home with me today? You can meet the baby and my family and friends. See your brother’s grave.”

      He flinched at the mention of his brother.

      With unexpected tears filling her eyes, she had to force herself to continue. “Maybe you’d like to put another headstone on his grave. One with the right name and all.” Lordy, but she sure hoped he wouldn’t want to take his brother’s body back to England. She wanted baby Emma to be able to visit her daddy’s grave when she got old enough to understand.

      “Come to Texas with you?” Colin looked a little overwhelmed. But soon enough his eyes cleared and he too stood. “That’s a brilliant idea, Maggie, love.”

      “Well…great. Let’s go then.” She turned, but kept right on talking over her shoulder as she picked up her backpack. “We can take the Air Train from here. It’ll get us to the airport in enough time for—”

      Colin grabbed her arm, swung her around and pulled her close. Too close. It took her breath away.

      “Thank you for saving my life,” he whispered against her lips as he gazed into her eyes. “I’m not sure how you managed all of this yet, but I owe you a debt.”

      “Uh. No.” She could barely think while standing this close to the blue and silver highlights in his eyes. “You—”

      Breaching the gap between them, he stopped her words—her thoughts, her breathing—by lasering a kiss across her lips. A sudden rush of fire through her veins turned her world upside down, and the unflappable Maggie Ryan finally hit the wall.

      Chapter 4

      That one blasted kiss! Whenever Colin had looked toward Maggie since their encounter, he’d found her still fingering her bottom lip. Even now, hours later, as she drove the four-wheel drive away from the San Antonio airport and headed toward her home in South Texas, her left hand absently touched her soft, full mouth. It was as if she couldn’t quite get past the kiss they’d shared.

      Well, hell, he was having a lot of trouble moving beyond that kiss as well. What the devil had he been thinking? Of course, the truth was he hadn’t been thinking at all. Just reacting.

      Normally, he thought things through. It seemed that Maggie Ryan had turned ordinary into unusual.

      He and Maggie had that explosive sort of chemistry that would be a huge problem if he didn’t watch himself. For the life of him, he could not imagine why he responded as he did toward her. She was just too complicated, and he’d promised himself that he would not touch her again.

      Headlights from oncoming cars shone through the windshield often enough for him to see her profile. She didn’t look a thing like his mother, but she reminded him of his mother every time he caught a glimpse of her face in the bright light. His mother had been unique—not something an English schoolboy considered a good thing.

      Maggie’s face was unique, too. Different from the British girls he’d grown up around. Staring at Maggie, he decided her looks were even more exotic than his mother’s. Where his mother’s hair was an Irish bright red and her skin as milky colored as clotted cream, Maggie’s hair was deeply auburn, with shiny copper highlights, and her skin tone was the golden color of summer sunlight.

      She’d been right. Her looks were as much of a mishmash as her accent, but the total effect was stunning. Particularly her eyes. She looked at him for a moment, and once again, Colin found himself drawn into their mystical, green depths. The intimate exchange left him shaken.

      Why had he ever considered traveling home with her? Yes, he was desperate to know more about his brother and the way he had died. But he should have found some other way. It seemed she was one of those vivacious and fiercely independent women, the kind that ran over everyone with her own plans. And that made her trouble. Just like his mother.

      “How much farther is it to your home?” he asked, wishing he could have walked, rather than ride in this confining vehicle with her any longer.

      She shot him a sideways glance. “Zavala Springs is nearly a two-hour drive from the San Antonio airport,” she admitted. “Just relax.”

      Relax? Not a chance. He folded his arms and gazed into the complete darkness outside his window.

      “Colin, you never finished telling me about your brother. Why don’t you tell me now?”

      Why not, indeed. At least it would take his mind off the woman sitting beside him.

      “John…John was rather a sickly lad,” he began gruffly. “But when he was a child, before he turned six and became ill, I wanted to take him everywhere with me. He was sweet and charming. Everyone liked him and fussed over him. I wanted to show him off.”

      Come to think of it, Colin had always thought of his baby brother as a kind of trophy. Some wonderful possession. A pet.

      But he had never considered his feelings toward John in this way before, so why the devil had he thought of them like


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