A Gift For The Groom

“Bad enough you were cheating at cards with a police officer, I wasn’t about to let you take your winnings with you.

She fisted her hands on her curved, purple-silk-clad hips. “I wasn’t cheating! How could you possibly think I would cheat?”

“You’re the one who told me your friend taught you to deal off the bottom of the deck!”

“I assume you know how to shoot a gun, too, but you don’t go around doing it for fun!”

Nick threw his arms into the air. “I learned how to shoot a gun when I went through the police academy. The purpose was to save my life. I haven’t shot one since I left the force. Do you want to explain to me how that relates to cheating at cards?”

“I...was...not...cheating!” She bent forward at the waist and ground out each word from between clenched teeth. “And you never know when being able to deal from the bottom of the deck could save your life.”

“How?”

“Well...” Her voice trailed off and she moved around him toward the car, then stopped and faced him again. “You never know until the situation arises. It’s always best to be prepared.”

He unlocked the car door and opened it. “Get in.”

“Not until you apologize for accusing me of cheating.”

“If you weren’t cheating, how did you win all those pennies?”

She shrugged, the movement shifting the brightly colored fabric that covered her rounded breasts in a tantalizing manner. “Beginner’s luck.”

“Beginner’s luck? What about the story of your boyfriend teaching you to play poker?”

“Well, sure, he taught me, but we never really played, just practiced. When I saw a deck of cards on the desk in there, I figured I might as well give it a shot. What did I have to lose? If you hadn’t charged in like some maniac, I was getting ready to offer him double or nothing to drop the charges against me. I had a royal fiush. Joe dealt me the ace, queen, jack and ten of hearts and then I drew the king.”

With a final glare, she turned and slid into the car then closed the door.

Now, how the hell had she managed to make him feel guilty, when she’d stolen his car, gotten herself thrown in jail and he’d rescued her? At least Kay had been grateful when he’d gotten her out of her scrapes.

He strode around to the driver’s side, resisting an impulse to smack the hood as he passed. The car might fall completely apart.

Damn it, she’d hired him to do a job, to vindicate her fiancé’s father and find the guilty party. Nothing in that job description required him to look out for her when she got herself in a mess. He solved other people’s problems from a safe distance. He didn’t get involved, not with the problem or the client. That’s what he liked about this job. No emotions. No ups, no downs, no worries, no losses.

He got in the car and slammed the door...hard The vehicle quivered and rattled but remained in one piece.

“I don’t care what it takes,” he said, “even if it costs me a day’s investigation, even if you decide to fire me, you are, as of this minute, on your way back to Texas.”

Distress clouded Analise’s features. “I can’t do that. Bob—Reverend Sampson—told me that June Martin—that’s the name he knew her by—that her daughter, Sara, not only had red hair like me but also green eyes and she even spelled her name the way I spelled my doll’s name when I was a little girl. With no ‘h’ on the end.” She lifted both hands as if to forestall his protest. “I know, I know. Could be coincidences, but I believe I have a connection with Sara. I believe fate brought me here so I could intervene in her life and help her get over the cruel things her mother did to her. I have to be there when you find her. It’s my destiny. I have wonderful parents, a stable home life, terrific friends, all the material things I could possibly want—I’ve always had life handed to me on a silver platter and now it’s my turn to pass along some of the good stuff.”

There was no mistaking the sincerity, the concern, in her voice and in her eyes. At the same time as a part of Nick raged in protest, another part melted at her misplaced desire to help someone less fortunate.

Her long, golden legs, generous lips and rounded breasts that moved those improbable flowers on her blouse up and down and all around with every breath undoubtedly had something to do with his meltdown, but he couldn’t think about that.

If they did make it to church, he’d most certainly pray that they found June and Sara Martin before nightfall and Analise would be out of his life forever.

“Bob told me that June and Sara moved away right after Sara started school,” Analise informed him, as if her sole purpose in life was to complicate his.

The fact that some rebellious, not-very-bright part of him gave a tiny, embarrassed cheer at the thought of Analise not disappearing from his life forever only proved how desperately he needed to get away from her.

Chapter Three

Analise had always considered herself fairly adept at reading people’s expressions, but Nick’s facial contortions had her totally confused. He was bound to be a little upset at having to retrieve her from jail, and she hadn’t expected him to be thrilled at the news that their quarry had left Nebraska. However, his eyes alternately brightened and darkened as they darted from her head to her feet and back again. His lips compressed tightly even as the corner seemed to be trying to turn up in some sort of smile or grimace.

Finally he looked away and put the key in the ignition. “Can I drive this thing now or do you need to hot-wire it first?”

“I put everything back just the way it was.” She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t real thrilled at the idea of spending more time with him, either...with somebody who thought she was the type who would cheat at cards. But she didn’t think that would be a wise idea right now.

Besides, it wasn’t entirely true. Some part of her deep inside, some self-destructive part of her, was just the tiniest bit thrilled at the idea of spending more time with him. Actually, it was more than a tiny bit thrilled.

Whatever odd thoughts he’d been having as his gaze had raked her from head to foot, one element was always there...the heat. He’d sent her adrenaline surging, poured gasoline on those smoldering lumps of coal she thought she’d doused until he fell into her lap in the police station. Hardly a sensuous action, yet somehow it had been. She didn’t want to even think about the feel of his face buried against her stomach, his hand on her thigh.

Didn’t want to think about it but couldn’t seem to stop.

“Well,” Nick said, his curt tone slicing into her thoughts, “you’ve certainly had a busy morning. So where are we off to now? Church? Back to hear more from the Reverend Sampson?”

“No. Now we need to go to the Presbyterian church.”

“Ah, a conversion!”

“There’s no call for sarcasm. It’s where Sara’s grade-school principal goes. Sampson thinks he’d probably remember where they moved to.”

Nick grunted and mumbled something.

“What?”

“I said, that’s a good lead. Any idea where the Presbyterian church is located?”

“Yes, I have quite specific directions.”

As Nick drove, Analise kept her gaze turned away from his chiseled profile, his tousled hair, his hands that had touched her body. Those thoughts were not only dangerous but also disloyal to Lucas. Instead, she focused out the car window, watching the older houses with their neatly tended lawns roll past. Prairieview had the same sleepy small-town atmosphere as Briar Creek. The only real difference was the terrain, the flat Nebraska prairie instead of lushly green, gently rolling hills. But it had the same quiet, reverent Sunday-morning air of home, and she had the same embarrassed, inept feeling she ended up with so often at home.

Amazing. She’d started out the day so good, doing everything right, then managed to get herself thrown into jail and had to ask Nick to rescue her. And Nick thought she was cheating at cards. That bothered her as much as anything. For as long as she could remember, she’d been a little blunder-prone, but nobody had ever accused her of being dishonest

Until today.

Until Nick.

It shouldn’t matter what Nick thought of her, but it did. And that bothered her. Trying to prove herself to somebody like Nick could only result in major problems. She’d seen proof of that already this morning.

Oh, brother! She’d just admitted to herself that she wanted to prove herself to Nick, to impress him, to fly into the face of the storm and beat back the wind. Fat chance.

“All tight,” Nick said, interrupting her gloomy contemplation. “Tell me in detail about your conversation with the Reverend Sampson.”

She looked over at him. His square jaw was set resolutely, but at least he wanted to discuss the good part of the morning. “Bob Sampson remembered June Martin very clearly. She came to his church every week and she worked at the bank.”

“That’s interesting. Did any money disappear along with her when she left town?”