The Lawman Meets His Bride. Meagan McKinney
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“A guy has to wonder about a woman like you.”
Quinn’s lips brushed Constance’s ear as he said this, and he pulled her against him. She was suddenly very aware of his gender—excitedly, dangerously aware.
“A guy has to wonder what?”
“If that deep feeling goes into the bedroom with you, too,” he breathed, each word tickling her ear provocatively.
This was the last stand for her feminine resistance. Deftly she ducked sideways, freeing herself from his embrace.
“In the bedroom?” she repeated, her tone bantering. “Of course it does.”
“I’ll bet with that clear conscience of yours, you sleep like a baby.”
She stared at him for a long moment. He met her gaze and held it. Quietly she answered, “I used to.”
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The Lawman Meets His Bride
Meagan McKinney
MEAGAN MCKINNEY
is the author of over a dozen novels of hardcover and paperback historical and contemporary women’s fiction. In addition to romance, she likes to inject mystery and thriller elements into her work. Currently she lives in the Garden District of New Orleans with her two young sons, two very self-entitled cats and a crazy red mutt. Her favorite hobbies are traveling to the Arctic and, of course, reading!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Chapter 1
I’ll let the machine take it, Constance Adams resolved when the telephone chirred at 5:05 p.m.
After all, the business day was over. And she had been on the go, virtually nonstop, showing homes since eleven this morning. Maybe it was the freakish winter weather, unseasonably warm and sunny, that was deceiving the tourists. For some reason, it seemed as if every upwardly mobile family east of the Mississippi was clamoring for a vacation home in Mystery, Montana.
It had been a long day of smiles and small talk, and she was tired. Ginny had already gone home, and Constance was on the verge of locking up the office when the phone rang. Nonetheless, something oddly insistent about the sound, or perhaps it was only her efficient nature, made her pick up before the answering machine could click on.
“Mystery Valley Real Estate,” she answered. “This is Constance Adams speaking.”
“Yes, Miss Adams, I’m sure glad I caught you.”
Her first impression was confusing. The male voice sounded impatient and curiously…strained, she decided. But he went on talking before she could give it any more thought.
“My name is George Henning,” the voice continued, and she recognized a trace of Northeast accent in the vowels. “I wonder if it would be possible to have a quick look at one of your listings?”
“Of course, Mr. Henning. If you’ll just tell me what time is convenient for—”
“No, I mean may I have a look right now? You see, I’m quite pressed for time. I need to catch a plane later, yet this cabin has just caught my eye. I like it.”
“Cabin?” Constance repeated, somewhat surprised. “You must mean the place at the end of Old Mill Road?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
She hesitated, her surprise tinged by annoyance. The Mill Road cabin was her listing, all right. One of Hazel McCallum’s properties. And while it was a quaint, rustic hideaway in the mountains, it hardly represented a fat commission. It was a little too remote, a little too basic, for most of her clients. Still…she hadn’t exactly been swamped with offers.
“Well, Mr. Henning, it is rather late. I mean, it would take me some time to drive up into the mountains from here. May I ask—where are you right now?”
“In front of the cabin, actually. Saw your name on the sign. I called on my cell phone.”
“Oh, I see.”
A cell phone, she thought. Yes, maybe that explained the curious flattened sound to his voice. At any rate, she should have simply said no, not today. But something about his urgency compelled her to hesitate, and he allowed her no time to harden her resolve.
“I know it’s late, Miss Adams, and I do apologize for the inconvenience. But I really am pressed for time. This place looks fine from outside. A quick peek at the interior, and maybe we could reach terms today?”
She frowned slightly, and a skeptical dimple appeared at one corner of her thin, expressive lips. The caller sounded intelligent and well-spoken.
Yet, the urgency in his tone puzzled her—perhaps even worried her a bit.
Inexplicably, however, she found herself giving in.
“All right, Mr. Henning. Since you’re in a hurry. I’ll leave right now. I should be there in about forty minutes.”
The moment she hung up, however, Constance realized what a stupid thing she had just agreed to do: meet a stranger, as night came on, way up on a god-forsaken slope of the Rocky Mountains.
She almost called him back to cancel. But if he was catching a plane later, she reasoned, then maybe she was tossing a sale right down a rat hole. This cabin was no hot-ticket item, she reminded herself. The woman in her was nervous, but the business-woman in her won the brief debate.
She