That Marriageable Man!. Barbara Boswell
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picture beside his.” Rafe’s eyes gleamed. “You know you’re dying to.”
“Well, I was wondering if the African-American child in the picture is Tony,” Holly admitted.
“Yes. Tony and Trent are half brothers, and please spare me any lecture or analysis on my use of the word ‘half.’ It’s a biological fact of life. The boys have the same mother, Tracey Krider, but different fathers. Unfortunately, neither father is in the picture—or even in the state—and Tracey has hooked up with a jerk who doesn’t like having other men’s kids around.”
“So the boys are here with you,” Holly said softly.
Rafe sat down on the other end of the sofa. Holly was two cushions away from him. Close enough for him to smell the alluring scent of her spicy perfume mixed with the heady aroma of her skin and sweat—yet too far away for even an accidental touch. A recipe for frustration. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. Best not to look at her, best to recite the facts as dispassionately as possible.
“I’ve been Trent’s Big Brother since he was seven. I sort of unofficially inherited Tony a couple years ago when they couldn’t place him with a Big Brother of his own. There is such a long waiting list of kids and a shortage of volunteers—”
Rafe shrugged. “But that’s another story. The boys often spent weekends and part of their summer vacation with me but when Tracey took up with her current loser boyfriend, Trent and Tony ended up moving in here full-time. Tracey signed over legal guardianship to me. That also coincided with Camryn and Kaylin’s arrival.”
Holly gazed at Rafe who had taken in those rejected sons of other men. Who had taken in his orphaned kid sisters. True, he seemed somewhat overwhelmed by his four charges but he hadn’t backed away from them, he had willingly accepted responsibility. He was a good man in the true, old-fashioned sense of the term.
A giddy rush of emotion surged through her. She wanted to tell him how much she admired him. He had taken four children into his home when so many men she knew wouldn’t commit to even tending a houseplant.
But how to say so? Holly felt strangely shy and couldn’t seem to find the words, a most unusual situation because communicating was one of her strengths.
Instead, she resorted to more questions. She was very adept at asking questions. “Do the two groups of kids get along together?”
“Yeah. Oh, there are the usual spats, but on the whole, they all hit it off pretty well. In fact, there are times when it’s the Gang of Four versus me.”
“And their alliance surprises you?” Holly quipped.
It was one question too many. Or maybe it was the way she’d phrased it. Holly watched Rafe’s lips curve into a sardonic smirk. He turned his head and opened his eyes to lazily survey her.
“Yeah, Doc, their alliance surprises me. Are you going to explain why the kids are allies? And why I’m surprised? Since you’ve already evaluated the Lamberts, let’s hear your psychological take on the kids and me.”
“Sorry.” Holly looked sheepish. “A hazard of my profession, I guess.”
“Which one? The interviewing or the analyzing? Maybe I should be lying down on the couch while we’re talking, huh, Doc?”
Instantly, Rafe felt heat flash through him. He’d been trying to be glib but it had backfired. There was nothing funny about the image of himself lying on the couch—and Holly Casale anywhere within his reach. The suggestion conjured up erotic images that made his dark eyes smolder.
He tensed as a critical part of him grew stiff as a warrior’s lance. And there was nothing he could do about it. The more he looked at Holly, the more he wanted to stretch out on the sofa and pull her down on top of him. Or maybe lay her beneath him. Both scenarios were torturously arousing. But he shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t attempt to enact either one.
Rafe abruptly crossed the room to snatch his can of root beer and chug it down, wishing it were something a lot stronger. Something to render him senseless, to blot out desire and need. His whole body throbbed with it.
Oddly enough, the whole house seemed to be throbbing, too. It took a moment or two for Rafe’s deductive reasoning skills to kick back in. No, the walls weren’t shaking, but the pulsating drumbeats blasting from the stereo speakers upstairs in the girls’ bedroom gave that illusion. Accompanying the boom was the sound of caterwauling that ranked right up there with Hot Dog baying to ambulance sirens. Camryn and Kaylin called it singing, by their favorite rock bands.
Rafe was actually glad for the return trip to reality. At least this was something he could act upon! He strode from the room to stand at the foot of the stairway.
“If I have to tell you two to turn down that noise again, I’m going to confiscate every single compact disc you own and donate them all to the state prison!” he roared up the stairs.
Camryn and Kaylin responded with complaints and some doorslamming but the blaring volume of the music was lowered.
Rafe returned to the living room.
“The state prison?” Holly laughed. “What kind of a threat is that?”
“Probably an unfair one. After all, the prisoners are serving their sentences, it’s illegal to inflict additional punishment on them. In fact, the Constitution specifically prohibits it.”
“You think having to listen to the girls’ CDs constitutes cruel and unusual punishment?” Holly was amused.
“I guess you think I’m a tyrant, huh, Doc?” Rafe eyed his huge blue recliner across the room but stayed where he was, standing beside the sofa. Holly looked up at him, as if trying to gauge his mood.
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