What If We Fall in Love?

“Yes, sir,” they said, their voices sleepy.

“I’ll take good care of them, Sheriff.”

“I know.”

Grady watched the three as they walked down the stairs. At the far end of the arena a black-and-white SUV belonging to the sheriff’s department was parked, and the three got in and drove away.

With a sigh, he sat next to Jensen. She still hadn’t said a word. “You okay?” he asked.

“Fine.” She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her hand shook, putting the lie to the single word.

“Really?”

“Of course,” she said, clamping her teeth together when she started to shiver.

Since the night was far from cold, he knew she was beginning to react. It was as if she’d held it together for the kids. Now that she was no longer responsible for them, she was letting go. Her whole body was trembling. He was really concerned about her.

Grady put his arm around her, pulling her against him. “It must have been awful when Zach died.”

“Yeah. Awful.”

“Tell me.”

“N-no.”

Grady had a strange sort of déjà vu feeling. The past was knocking up against the present. He wasn’t sure why, but he was creeped out. First Mitch had come back and made things right with Taylor. Now Jen was here. The summons to answer a lawsuit that he’d received tonight. The bull-riding accident had obviously reminded her of losing the man she’d loved—and still did, if the look on her face was anything to go by.

That bothered him, and right now he was in no shape to analyze why. But one thing he knew—as much as he didn’t want to hear anything in hushed, reverent tones about the jerk she’d married, he couldn’t just walk away from her.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he urged, tightening his arm around her.

She looked at him with huge, haunted eyes. For a moment he thought she was going to refuse. Then she nestled against him and sighed.

“It was in Las Vegas. I hadn’t seen him all day. We were supposed to meet before the rodeo, but…”

“What?” he prompted.

She hesitated and he waited for her to tell him that the creep had stood her up. That she’d seen him with another woman. That he’d made some lame excuse to avoid his responsibilities. All typical things he’d done when Grady had known him.

Then Jensen shrugged. “It’s not important. I was in the stands. Like tonight. He had a good ride. The next thing I knew, he was on the ground as still as a stone.”

A shiver shook her and he drew her into his arms, holding her against him, willing his warmth into her. He waited for her to speak again.

“I raced from the stands to the arena, but when I got there, he was already gone. They told me later he died instantly.” She leaned back slightly and he loosened his hold. “It all came back tonight when I saw that boy lying there. Is he going to be all right, Grady?”

“Hannah said—”

“Hannah?”

“Dr. Morgan. She said his vital signs were strong but without diagnostic equipment that was all she knew.”

“At least he was still alive. But…” Her expression was stricken.

“How about if I walk you up to the house and we’ll call the hospital. See if they can give us any information on his condition.”

“Okay.” She started to stand, then hesitated. “You don’t need to baby-sit me, Grady. I appreciate the shoulder to lean on, but I’m fine now. The twins need you, and I’m sure you’re anxious to get home to them.”

“Yeah. And I will.” He stood up. “After I see you home and check on Ronnie.”

“But…”

“I trust Deputy Haines. The girls are in good hands. They need to get some rest. In the morning we’ll have a talk about it. I’ll probably have some good news by then on Ronnie’s condition.” He held out a hand to her.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Nope.”

She put her hand in his and he pulled her to her feet.

A short time later they were standing on the front porch of the ranch house. When they’d arrived, Grady had found Mitch on the phone to the hospital. Ronnie was undergoing tests, but he was conscious and all the signs were good. Hannah had told him that tests were done as much to rule out problems as find them. She was optimistic that the teenager would be just fine.

Finally Jensen had insisted he go home to his girls and had walked him outside. The front porch was lit up like the town square at Christmas. He could see the shadows lingering in her eyes.

“Thanks for walking me home, Grady. I appreciate it. Tell the girls hello and give them a kiss for me.”

He stared into her beautiful face for a moment, then before he thought it through, he leaned close and lowered his mouth to hers. First he tasted surprise on her lips and slid his arm around her waist to draw her closer. Fully expecting her to pull away, he wondered why she didn’t. Then he stopped thinking at all and gave himself up to exploring the perfection of her mouth.

Lips as full and soft as clouds met his own. He tunneled his fingers into her hair, gently urging her to make the contact more firm.

She smelled so good. Her hair was like silken strands tangled in his fingers. The sound of her rapid breathing heated his blood as it raced through his veins. Her soft femininity lured him into a sensuous haze and he never wanted it to clear. Suddenly the front door opened, spilling more light onto the porch.

“Oops,” Taylor said. “Sorry, Grady. I’ll catch you later, Jen.”

But Jensen instantly backed out of his arms. Then the light disappeared and a soft snick told him they were alone again.

Jen ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Why did you do that?”

The words, wrapped in her breathless, sexy voice, burrowed inside him, and all his nerve endings went on tactical alert. If he’d known the answer to her question, he would have answered it. But he didn’t have a clue why he’d kissed her. More important, he didn’t want to examine his motivation too deeply.

“I just wanted to take your mind off what happened tonight,” he said lightly. “Give you something else to think about.”

“Replace a bad memory with a good one?”

“Is it a good one?”

“You’re fishing for compliments again, Sheriff.”

There was a trace of teasing in her tone, but it was forced. He could tell. In spite of the fact that she’d been married, there was an air of innocence about her. Hell of a quality for an attorney. But innocent best described her as far as he was concerned.