Chapter Two

      Lord, have mercy, it’s Sean O’Brien! Water swirled above Lorelei’s head as she tried to reconcile the man she’d just seen with the fact that she’d traveled all those miles to leave him behind. No, it couldn’t have been Sean. It just couldn’t. She’d been enjoying the first break she’d had after two days of caring for five exuberant children when she’d heard a sound like quiet footsteps. She’d ignored it, but then she’d heard that neigh. She’d opened her eyes never expecting to see that man standing on the bank of the river looking for all the world as though he’d been there for hours.

      Her lungs began to hanker for air. Lorelei tried to swim to the surface to satisfy them. She also wanted to make sure her imagination wasn’t playing tricks on her, but her heavy skirts dragged her downward, subjecting her to the twisting, turning pull of the current. She careened through the water and away from the bank. Panic filled her. She fought the urge to gasp in air, knowing it would only drown her. Her thoughts began to muddle together. What a foolish way to die!

      Suddenly an arm encircled her waist. A body came alongside hers and pulled her upward. With one last thrust of energy, they surfaced. Lorelei gasped for air. She met Sean’s vibrant green eyes as he held her tightly to his chest.

      “Don’t let go,” he commanded abruptly. She was too spent to argue, so she allowed him to pull her to the riverbank. The water gave way to solid ground. They both collapsed on the grass-covered banks. She turned her face toward him and found that they were only inches apart, but she didn’t have the strength to remedy the situation.

      His arm lay across her stomach barring her from flight. He made no effort to remove it. Instead, they stared at each other as they both took in gasping breaths. A few days’ worth of golden stubble covered the base of his jaw and met just above his mouth. A slight sunburn trailed down the bridge of his nose drawing more attention to his unsmiling lips. Hints of gold and light hues of green shimmered in his eyes like the sunlight reflecting off of a slow-moving creek. Despite the disapproval she found there, her heart gave a familiar thump.

      What was he doing here? He couldn’t be here of his own volition. That would be too unbelievable. More likely, he had been sent by her father to bring her home. Well, that was not going to happen. She would not stand passively by as he wrecked her plans. She glared at him.

      The dashes of his dark gold brows lowered into a frown as he rose onto his elbow to look down at her with a maddening smirk and finally spoke. “The good news is you made it out alive. The bad news is you didn’t get away.”

      “I wasn’t trying to get away. You frightened me by appearing out of nowhere. I responded as any normal person would.” Somehow she found herself lifted into his arms as he stood and swept her up to his chest. She kicked her feet. “Put me down. What are you doing?”

      “You’re in no condition to walk.”

      “Yes, I am. Put me down. What is wrong with you?” She could count on one hand the number of times he’d purposefully touched her. Now, he wouldn’t let her go. She kicked her legs again. “I said, put me down!”

      “Hold on, you wildcat—”

      A warning shot rang through the air. Lorelei screamed. Sean froze, then whirled around to face his adversary. She peered through her wild chocolate-colored curls to get a glimpse of Pastor James standing broad-legged and determined. He cocked his gun again and aimed it at Sean. “You heard the lady. Put her down.”

      The tone of his voice was deadly. Not at all what she expected from the gentle man she’d gotten to know over the past several days. She bowed her head so neither man could see the smile that curved her lips. She allowed her body to completely relax even as she felt Sean’s arms tense beneath her legs and arms. He carefully lowered her legs to the ground but trapped her against his side in a one-armed embrace entirely too close to be proper.

      This man was determined to meddle with her head. She was too smart for it this time. She wouldn’t let his protective instincts or plain orneriness put ideas in her head or a silly feeling like hope into her heart. He could hold her as uncomfortably close as he liked, but from the looks of James’s rifle, this situation was about to become just as uncomfortable for Sean. She vowed to enjoy every moment of it.

      * * *

      Sean kept Lorelei tucked against his side so close he could feel her shaking. Was she shivering from her plunge in the river? The water hadn’t been that cold. Perhaps she quaked from fear after nearly drowning to death. He glanced down at her and found the answer in her mirth-filled eyes. She was laughing at him.

      He narrowed his eyes to stem her mirth, but that only seemed to increase it. She dropped her head so the preacher couldn’t see her smile as her body continued to shake in silent suppressed laughter. Annoyance led his hand down to his revolver. It probably wasn’t any good as water-soaked as it was, but it was nice to have some reassurance while staring down a shotgun. He widened his stance to stare at the man intent on defending Lorelei from him. “Look, I don’t know who you are or how this is any of your business, but the only protection this woman needs is from herself.”

      That got her riled up. She gave a pretty fierce little growl for a woman her size and in her situation. He tried to fight back his smirk but wasn’t quite successful.

      “I am Pastor James Brightly and that woman is under my care. I insist you release her this instant.”

      “This instant, huh?” Sean glanced down at Lorelei. Her dark blue eyes stared back at him, making him realize there was a lot of sanity in doing just what the preacher commanded. He let go of her. She took a few wavering steps away from him but somehow managed to stand on her own.

      The preacher waved his shotgun. “Now, be on your way.”

      Sean shook his head. “Oh, no. I’ve been searching for this woman for days. I’m the sheriff of the town where she lives. I’m not trying to hurt her, but I’m not leaving until she and I have a little talk, Preacher.”

      “Lorelei, is this true? Do you know this man?”

      He met her gaze squarely. He watched her tilt her head thoughtfully as she considered her next step. He could almost read the thoughts running through her head. All she had to do was tell the preacher that little two-letter word. If she did, he’d be dodging bullets and receiving a nice little prayer for safe travel courtesy of the preacher. Her smile grew.

      He frowned at her. “Oh, come on, Lorelei. I just saved your life. The least you could do is save mine.”

      Her expression changed to one of reluctant resignation. “I know him, Pastor James, but I’d also like to know what he’s doing here.”

      Sean hid his relief when the preacher lowered the rifle to his side. Lorelei didn’t bother to hide her disappointment when the two men shifted into a less combative stance. She frowned at him. “Well?”

      “You know very well why I’m here.” He shook his head like a wet dog, then pinned her with a look. “Your father and Lawson sent me to bring you home, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

      Lorelei stiffened. “Oh, no, you won’t!”

      “Oh, yes, I will.” He stepped closer to her. “Do you have any idea how worried your parents are right now?”

      “I left them a note.”

      “That