All Fired Up
Book 3 in the Road to Love Series
All Fired Up
Book 3 in the Road to Love Series
He’s tantalizing trouble she can’t resist…
Charlotte Parrish has always wanted a certain kind of man: someone responsible, settled, boring. Bad boys need not apply. But when her car leaves her stranded and a mysterious stranger with brooding eyes and a protective streak comes to her rescue, she can’t deny how drawn she is to him. In town searching for family he’s never met, Mitch is everything she never thought she wanted—and suddenly everything she craves.
Finding his half brothers after all these years is more than Mitch Crews has allowed himself to wish for. Finding love never even crossed his mind…until he meets Charlotte. She’s sweet, warmhearted, sexier than she knows—and too damn good for an ex-con like him. But when his past comes back to haunt him, putting Charlotte—and the family he’s come to care for—in danger, Mitch isn’t playing by the rules. He’s already surrendered his heart, but now he’ll risk his life.
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All Fired Up
The warm, muggy night closed around him, leaving his shirt damp in places. Sweat prickled the back of his neck. Inside Freddie’s he’d find air conditioning, but he’d never again take fresh air for granted. He valued every single breath of humid air that filled his lungs.
The moon climbed the black sky as time slipped by. How much time, he didn’t know: he’d stopped keeping track the second he saw her.
Headlights from the occasional passing car came near him, but didn’t intrude on the shadows where he stood.
Transfixed by her.
Damn, he wanted that mouth.
In the short time he’d locked eyes on her, a dozen fantasies had formed – most of them based on her naked lips, the way she occasionally pursed them, how she twisted her lips to the side in frustration, even how she blew out a breath. The whole package was nice… but it was her mouth that kept him unmoving, staring. Imagining.
Slight of build, she served as a bright spot in the dark gloom. Understated and yet something struck him as undeniably sexy.
Once he’d noticed her, he couldn’t look away.
After speaking softly into a phone, she bit her plump bottom lip, and her expression showed frustrated defeat.
The lady had made several consecutive calls. Was she in need of assistance? Given the way she’d circled a car, occasionally glaring at it, he thought she did. Judging by her frown, there wouldn’t be any help on the way.
Since getting out of prison a year ago, Mitch had spent an excess of time with women. Hell, next to fresh air, freedom and steak, sex topped his list. He’d immersed himself in human contact, the gentleness, the carnality.
He’d taken satisfaction in pleasing someone else while abating a base need. Hell, watching a woman come gave him as much pleasure as his own release.
So he’d gotten his fill and then some – all while making plans to change the course of his life. To make it better. To carve out a meaningful future.
Here he was, where he needed to be, determined, resolute… and sidetracked by a gorgeous woman.
That in itself left him edgy with curiosity. No other woman had snagged his attention this way. He knew zip about her, and yet seeing her had heat building beneath his skin.
He tried to look away, but his attention kept zeroing back.
It was like seeing something you hadn’t known you wanted, but immediately recognizing it as necessary.
Even dressed in jeans, a T-shirt and flip flops, he knew the lady had nothing in common with him. Innocence all but screamed from her slender body and reserved manner. To someone with his jaded background, that put her in the “do not touch” category.
His fingers curled and his palms burned. Yeah, he wanted to touch her despite that.
And he didn’t look away.
From the shadowed corner just outside the bar, he watched her thumb dial another number into her phone. While holding the phone to her ear, she paced. The overhead glow of the security light touched her in select places, alternately highlighted and then shadowing her understated curves.
High cheekbones framed a slender, straight nose. She tucked a few drifting curls behind a small ear. Though rounded, he saw the mulish determination in her stubborn little chin.
And that mouth… thoughts of it under his mouth – and on his body – tightened his jaw until his molars ached.
For the first time in years, he wondered if he could put off his agenda for a bit, say something to her, see if there was something between them despite the seemingly obvious road blocks.
Opposites attract, and all that.
He’d made this trip a center point for a new future.
In this Podunk town he’d subtly uncovered what he could about Brodie and Jack Crews. That was the priority, after all. Moving forward, leaving the past behind. It started with the Crews brothers. Hitting the bar tonight might have gained him more insight into them.
But would a slight detour – the type with long curly brown hair and a sweet little body – matter so much?
If he listened to his dick, the answer was no. His balls were giving a resounding “go for it” as well.
His head though… Hell, his head claimed he could afford a delay. In the grand scheme of things, it wouldn’t matter.
Since arriving in town, he’d discovered that the men were well liked, each of them married, and they had an odd but interesting business called Mustang Transport. Locals claimed they dealt with mundane shit as well as serial killers and psychopaths. Somewhere in the middle, the truth lurked.
He’d also heard about their mother. He’d been hearing about her for as long as he could remember. For very different reasons she interested him almost as much as Brodie and Jack.
He had no connection to Rosalyn Crews, but meeting the men felt important in a way nothing else ever had. He couldn’t explain it, even to himself. He’d gone through life making damn sure he needed no one, and that he wanted only for things he could get for himself.
Now, much as it chapped his ass, he wanted something else – and it depended on Brodie and Jack Crews.
It didn’t have to happen right away, though. He wouldn’t mind burning off some energy before making that initial contact – especially if he could convince this woman to give him a few hours of her time.
He noted every small movement as she spoke into her phone. He couldn’t catch every word, but the low murmur of her voice stroked over him. He was pretty sure she left a message.
Suddenly she held the phone back and stared at it. Hot annoyance tightened her mouth and brought down her brows.
“Perfect. Just freaking perfect.”
He heard that loud and clear.
Jamming the phone into a back pocket – a tight fit over that sweetly rounded backside – she dropped her head with a throaty groan that traveled along his spine like a sensual stroke. Her eyes closed, her mouth flattened, and the damp night drew her long, light brown hair into coiling curls.
He’d love to tangle his fingers in her unruly hair.
As if spurred by her innate energy, the curls moved, bouncing a little, drifting with the breeze. Judging people had kept him alive. With this woman, he sensed she didn’t indulge downtime very often. Even standing still, she seemed to…spark with energy.
Curiosity cut into him, mingling with the carnal interest.
Had she been stood up? Walked out on a date?
Just then she growled, “Dead. Stupid phone.” The thump of her hand to a metal lamp post send a dull clang ringing over the area. “Now what?”
Ah, well that answered his question.
White teeth nibbled her bottom lip in consideration. Considering, she glanced at the bar, shook her head once, and returned to pacing.
Clouds covered the moon, amplifying the darkness. She was far too petite to be stranded alone.
Doesn’t mean she wants a quick fuck, he argued with himself.
The young woman stewing in front of him might more likely to sell brownies at a local bake sale, but engage in a hot one-night stand? Probably not.
Sure, she was standing outside a rowdy bar all alone on a late night – but then, so was he.
So what should he do? Be smart and turn away, or see if she needed help? He remained undecided when two men exited the bar with a lot of noisy fanfare.
The woman glanced up, then quickly away with a roll of her eyes – but not quickly enough to avoid notice.
“Charlotte, hey! Whatssup?” With a leer, a mop-headed man added, “You waitin’ for me, sugar?”
Mitch caught the way his unshaven bud snickered, proving the irony in the question.
“Definitely not,” she replied, her tone crisp and clear.
Mitch liked the sound of her voice. Not all girly or too sweet, but firm and no nonsense.
He did not like how the two dunces eyeballed her anyway, stumbling in her direction despite her preferences.
“Ah, c’mon now, don’t be like that,” the talkative one said.
His idiot friend guffawed, stumbled, and heckled some more.
Charlotte – nice name – propped her hands on slim hips and issued a dire warning. “You’d be smart to keep walking, Bernie.”
“How come you’re here alone?” He tried a teasing voice that Mitch suspected did the opposite of entice. “You know where to find me this time of night.”
“Drunk, as usual. Yes, I know.” Annoyance squared her narrow shoulders. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I finished a late delivery and was heading home, then had car trouble.” She added with menace, “Help is on the way.”
“I’ll keep ya company until then.”
“No, you will not.”
“But I’m already here.” Intent brought Bernie closer.
She didn’t exactly look afraid, but more like fed up. Before Mitch gave it enough thought, his feet carried him out of the shadows and immediately drew her attention.
Soft blue. Now that he saw her eyes more clearly, he found them every bit as compelling as her mouth.
Alert, maybe a little wary, she zeroed in on him. Her lips parted and she blinked twice.
You’re sealing your fate, sugar. He tried a smile of part interest, part reassurance.
Her gaze went beyond him, searching the darkness, and then snapped back again. “Where did you come from?”
With his attention only on her, Mitch held up his hands and avoided a direct answer. “Just seeing if you need any help.”
Emboldened by liquid courage, the two men blustered at him. “G’ lost, asshole. She don’t need nothin’ from you.”
As if Bernie and his bad grammar didn’t hover there beside her, Charlotte asked, “You’re new around here?”
Mitch gave her a long look. What, did she know everyone in Red Oak, Ohio? Probably. He could jog the main street, one end to the other, without breaking a sweat. “I’ve been here a few days.” Whether he was passing through, or sticking around, wasn’t her business. Besides, for now, he wasn’t sure.
Brazen stupidity urged Bernie to step up in front of him. “You ain’t listening. I told you to-”
Disgust curved Mitch’s mouth into a mean smile meant to intimidate. “You’re right. I’m not listening to you.” Insulting disregard took his gaze over the smaller man before he dismissed him. “I’m talking only to her.”
By size difference alone, it was beyond ludicrous for Bernie to issue a challenge.
And yet, he did. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?”
Charlotte’s voice, now edged with anger, interrupted anything Mitch might have replied or done. “You’ve been warned, Bernie. If you don’t knock it off right now, you are not going to like the consequences.”
Still, the fool didn’t listen. “I said,” Bernie blasted, his breath putrid, “for you to get lost.” A scrawny fist, aiming for Mitch’s face, swatted through the air.
Bad move, asshole.
Instincts could be a son-of-a-bitch. Mitch leaned away from the weak hit… and at the same time automatically jabbed with his right.
His fist landed right on Bernie’s chin.
Eyes rolling back, the smaller man started to drop.
Infuriated that he’d lost his grip in front of Charlotte, Mitch caught the front of Bernie’s shirt and held him on his tiptoes. “You,” he whispered between barely moving lips, “need to learn when to quit.” Familiar anger surfaced despite his efforts to tamp it down…
And a small, cool hand touched him.
Struck clean down to his toes, Mitch peered first at those pale, tapered fingers with short, neat nails resting lightly against the roped muscles of his sun-darkened forearm.
Fucking sexy, that’s what it was, highlighting all their differences, especially those of strength and capability.
Her face drew him next, the delicate lines, smooth skin…that mouth and those eyes.
That wild hair.
“I think,” she said softly, a smile teasing her mouth, “if you let Bernie go now, he’ll make a hasty retreat.” Slanting those mesmerizing eyes toward old Bernie, she added with silky menace, “At least, he better.”
Keen awareness nudged out anger.
Everything about her appealed to him.
Standing to his left, the heady scent of her skin and hair – like baby powder and flowers – teased his nose.
He drew a deeper, fuller breath, filling his lungs with her and knew he could happily drown on that scent.
Slowly, wanting to keep her close, Mitch unclenched his fingers and allowed Bernie to stumble back to where his buddy helped to prop him up.
Unconcerned with that, Charlotte’s fingers shifted in the lightest of explorations before she snatched her hand away.
Interesting – especially that splash of color on her cheeks.
She looked up at him, gave a wan smile, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“For popping him?”
Curls bounced as she gave a quick shake of her head. “For not doing him more damage.” She wrinkled her nose, leaning closer to confide, “You could have, I know.”
Huh. No recriminations?
She actually thanked him?
Not what he was used to, but he’d take it. “So-”
Eyes almost crossed, Bernie spat. “You used ta be such a nice girl.”
And just that easy, he fractured Mitch’s newfound calm. Fury brought him forward a step. “You’d be wise to leave now.”
Too drunk to see the danger, Bernie glared at Charlotte.
In what felt like a gentle reminder, she touched his arm again.
Their eyes met – and she smiled.
Son of a bitch, how had she known? No, he didn’t punish smaller men for idiocy. He didn’t settle things with his fists – unless he had to. Annoyance narrowed his eyes, but otherwise, he hid the churning confusion.
“You okay?” she asked, her eyes big and sincere.
Jesus. She wanted to soothe him? An abrupt nod eased her worried frown.
“Good.” She gave him a pat.
Mitch stewed. It grated that even out of prison, some things hung with him. Like react first, think later, rather than take chances.
Behind bars, it was safer that way.
I’m no longer in prison. Eventually that’d sink in. Coming here, to this small town, would be yet another step to insuring that it did.
Bernie’s friend, helping to hold him upright, muttered, “Fuck ‘em. Lez go,” in an effort to save face for them both.
“Do,” Charlotte said in quiet command, and with audacity she shooed them away.
Un-fucking-believable. But what mattered to Mitch was seeing them go.
And that left him alone with her.
After a second deep breath, something new occurred to him: Charlotte had gotten dangerously close to a volatile situation.
She didn’t know him – if she did, she wouldn’t have dared.
She shouldn’t trust him – but she hadn’t hesitated to intercede.
Ballsy. Also foolish.
And why that impressed him, he couldn’t say.
Even though she now stepped out of reach, Mitch felt her, her concern, the sizzling contact where her flesh had met his – on your arm, you ass – and the inquisitiveness in the wide eyes that kept peeking at him.
Get it together. To help with that, he watched the two men travel the sidewalk until they disappeared out of sight.
Would they come back? He didn’t think so.
Cowards never did.
“Sorry about that,” Charlotte offered, her gaze probing. “Bernie is stupid when he drinks.”
Mitch had the distinct impression Bernie was always stupid, but whatever. “You scared him.” He tried a smile to put her at ease, even though he hadn’t yet relaxed.
Her laugh was as nice as her voice. “Oh, it’s not me he has to fear.”
Well shit. She meant him? Had his harsh reaction bothered her after all? “I didn’t mean to-”
“You were justified, but I really was impressed with the way you pulled the punch. Not many men could do that.”
Unsure what to say, he tugged at his ear. It wasn’t bragging to say he could’ve destroyed Bernie with very little effort. Instead, he’d left him with a face, so maybe his reaction wasn’t so bad after all.
“I wasn’t talking about you, though.” Charlotte’s lips teased into a small smile and her voice went husky, as if to share a secret. “Bernie didn’t want me to tell on him.”
Barely able to get his gaze off her mouth, Mitch asked, “Because..?”
“He’d get more than a punch.”
Well, if she had someone that protective, she had to be in a relationship, which meant he shouldn’t be flirting with her. Disappointment settled in his gut, but hell, he was used to disappointment. As cavalier as he could manage, he asked, “Husband?”
“Men I work for, actually.” She tucked back a curl, hitched her purse strap up her arm, and laced her fingers together. Watching him, she stated, “I’m not married.”
A charge of relief rocked through him and he knew right then, he’d figure out a way to have her. With new intent, he stepped closer. “Glad to hear it.”
His nearness caused a catch in her breath. “You?”
“Free and clear.” In more ways than one. Shifting closer, Mitch deliberately inhaled her scent. God, he’d missed that, a woman’s musk, the fresh stirring fragrance of her skin and hair.
Maybe sensing his intent, Charlotte touched her throat, flustered, surprised, and if her smile was anything to go by, pleased with his interest.
“I look forward to getting to know you better.” Right now would suit him fine. “Hopefully sooner rather than later?”
“Oh.” Surprise had her blinking fast, and turned her smile shy.
Was she unused to men coming on to her? Hard to believe. She was one of those perfect little packages, sexy, sweet, reserved – at least with him.
With Bernie, she’d been bossy and bold.
She tantalized him.
“I’d like that. But unfortunately…” She flagged a hand at her side. “I was expected home a little while ago.”
Deciding to move cautiously, rather than chance scaring her off, Mitch nodded at her ride, an older blue Ford Focus in great shape. “You mentioned car trouble?”
The car drew her scowl. “Yes, and I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
More at ease now that he’d retreated a bit, she relaxed her shoulders. “Those men I work with? They’ve tried to talk me into a different car for a while now.” She shrugged. “But I like this one. She and I…fit.”
Her blue eyes and a pretty blue car – yeah, they did fit.
Adorably, she screwed that killer mouth to the side and blew away a curl. “I left messages with a few people before my phone died. It’s only a matter of time before one of them shows up, but I don’t know how long it’ll take. Most places around here are closed now, and I don’t relish the idea of going into Freddie’s to wait.”
Mitch sent a derisive glance at the bar. Yeah, after already seeing two obnoxious drunks spill out, he didn’t want her in there either. “You probably shouldn’t be out here alone.”
She tipped her head in challenge. “I’m not alone, am I?”
Probably shouldn’t be here with me either. Needing a different direction, he glanced at her car. “I could take a look.” Not like he had anything else to do, now that he’d veered off his plan.
His nearness brought her face up so she could look into his eyes. Hers were big and unblinking, and as he watched in fascination, her lips parted.
Damn, she needed kissing. Bad.
As if coming out of a daze, she blinked again, released a shaky breath, and let her busy fingers toy with one long curl draping her shoulder. “You, um, know cars?”
Getting his attention off her mouth proved a challenge. “I know enough.” As in, everything. But at this point, he wasn’t willing to share any part of himself or his background. It’d be too dangerous in this town, at this time, with so much on the line.
The slip of her tongue over her lips made his nostrils flare. God, he had it bad.
Before coming to Red Oak, he’d gotten his fill of sex, or so he’d thought. A five year dry spell did that to a man, made him insatiable.
Then again, she wasn’t like other women. Sweet, yes, but he sensed a fearlessness about her that equaled her pride. No one skated through life unscathed, but some people got beat down more than others.
He was glad that whatever mundane hardships she’d faced, they’d apparently made her stronger.
He was stronger too – but not in the same way.
“Actually,” she said, oblivious to his darkening thoughts, “it’s just a flat tire, and that’s on me, not the car. I think I ran over a nail or something. I should have learned how to change it myself, but I never seemed to have the time.”
A woman like her, with delicate hands and a smile that warmed his frozen heart, should never have to struggle with a flat.
“You got a spare?” As he asked it, he circled the car and saw the back passenger side tire completely flat.
Charlotte followed, but didn’t crowd too close. “In the trunk.”
“I already opened it.” She gestured. “I had some vague notion of attempting it, before I realized I had no idea what to do and I’d just look foolish. Soon as I’m back to work, learning is on my agenda.”
Mitch wouldn’t mind teaching her that, and a whole lot more. Of course, she didn’t yet know he was an ex-con, and finding out would obliterate her tentative kindness.
Getting down to business, he dug out her jack and the spare. Caution kept her in the light of the street lamp, but curiosity brought close enough to chat. Smart. She probably figured if he got out of line, she could be in the bar in seconds.
Not that he would. His gentleness toward women went bone deep, as much a part of him as his face and physique. To him, all women deserved care.
Then again, most people would probably consider an ex-con talking to a nice woman as totally crossing a line.
He blew out a breath, the reality of his situation never far from his mind.
“I’m Charlotte, by the way,” she said. “Charlotte Parrish.”
“Mitch.” He didn’t give his last name. He couldn’t. Not yet. “Nice to meet you.”
Instead of pressing it, she did the usual chitchat, asking him if he was staying in the hotel – he wasn’t.
If he liked the town – he said he did, but honestly, it didn’t matter to him.
How long he’d be around – and he said he didn’t yet know, because it wasn’t really up to him.
Just as he finished tightening the last lug nut, she asked, “So what brought you here?”
He was scrambling for a believable lie when he heard a car approach and park, then the closing of a door. He assumed it was a late arrival for the bar, until a deep voice called, “Charlotte?”
Fast footsteps approached along with that male voice. “I just got your message, hon. Sorry it took me so long. I tried to call you back, but didn’t get an answer and…”
One of the guys she worked with?
Not wanting his time with her to end, Mitch kept his head down and gave all his attention to lowering the car and removing the jack.
The footsteps stopped. Mitch knew someone was close, especially when he heard, “What’s going on here?”
Charlotte groaned. “My phone died. I’m sorry, Brodie, but it’s already handled.”
Shock sent a tidal wave of heat rushing through his system.
Brodie. Disbelief prodded his temples; he closed his eyes and gave a muttered, “Fuck,” that luckily no one heard.
There couldn’t be two men with that same unique name in such a small town.
He wasn’t ready yet, but then, when would he be ready?
He’d wanted to do more research, to learn more, to better prepare – and now he wouldn’t have a chance.
A heavy, suspicious pause filled the air. “Handled how?”
“Mitch helped me.”
Seeing no way around it, Mitch uncoiled from the ground until he stood. Automatically bracing, he slowly turned to face Brodie Crews.
And damn near whistled in surprise.
Why had no one had mentioned that Brodie was a hulk?
At six-three, other men rarely looked Mitch in the eye, but Brodie not only stood on a par with him, he was just as bulky with muscle.
Worse than the height similarity, though, it unnerved Mitch seeing a nose exactly like his own, a similar jaw, forehead, cheekbones-
Brows up, arms crossed, Brodie asked, “Any reason you’re eyeballing me?”
Jesus, he had been. Feeling his ears go hot, Mitch scowled and shook his head. “No, I just-”
“You wanna drop the tire wrench, too?” As Brodie spoke, he lightly nudged Charlotte behind him to block her with his body. “Or is there a reason you have a stranglehold on it?”
Stupidly, Mitch looked down at his hand. Yeah, his white-knuckled fist wrapped tightly around the iron.
Disgust made him laugh before he could stop it. Shaking his head again, he gingerly placed the wrench back in her car and bent for the jack.
The deafening silence made him uneasy. “So Charlotte works for you, huh?” His bad luck grew by the second.
“Works for, works with, bosses me around – take your pick.” Brodie moved closer and lifted the flat tire. “You just happened along, is that right?”
Something like that. “Yeah.” Nodding at the bar, Mitch gave a believable lie. “I was checking out the nightlife.”
Brodie snorted. “Not much of that around here. So why are you sticking around?”
A female gasp had both men turning their heads.
“Why the third degree, Brodie?” Fists propped on slim hips, Charlotte scowled. “He helped me. You should be thanking him.”
Shrugging, Brodie offered, “Thanks?” in dry irony.
Before Mitch could reply, another voice intruded, asking, “What’s going on?”
Instinctively knowing what he’d find, Mitch looked toward another man fast approaching. He had the same height, the same damn nose and jaw, but a leaner physique.
This, then, had to be Jack.
“Brodie’s being an ass,” Charlotte accused.
“Tell me something new.” Though the words were light, the same caution that Brodie expressed showed in Jack’s dark, direct eyes.
Unfamiliar emotions had a stranglehold on him. He hadn’t expected that, had only planned on what to say and do – but not what he’d feel.
If it weren’t so damned dangerous, it’d almost be funny.
The brothers now flanked him, Brodie behind, Jack in front, and it made his skin itch. He didn’t like having anyone at his back, ever, but most especially not them, not now.
Not when he wasn’t himself, and wasn’t even sure who he should be while with them.
Shifting, Mitch considered his options, then decided: screw it. He walked out from behind the car so that he could face both men. Let them make of that whatever they wanted.
In the middle of all that excess of sentiment, Charlotte’s gaze scorched over him. Confusion, yes, but also something more shone in her eyes as she visually dissected him.
“She called you too?” Brodie asked.
Jack nodded. “I was just getting back to town and was in an area with no reception. Soon as the call came through, I headed this way.”
Brodie explained before Charlotte could. “She had a flat, he changed it, her phone died or she’d have called us back. That’s all I know.”
“Huh.” Now that Mitch had moved, Jack came to stand beside Charlotte. “So if her phone hadn’t died, we’d never have known she met someone?”
“That’s the gist of it, yeah.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.” Her elbow caught Brodie in the gut. He oofed, then gave her a little space. Jack wisely retreated, but only a step. “It was just a flat and he’s already finished, so-”
“New to town?” Jack sized him up.
Charlotte threw up her hands. “He’s already been grilled.”
Appreciating how both men protected Charlotte – even if it set her off – he shrugged. “I’ve been here a few days.”
Suspicion lifted Jack’s chin and narrowed his eyes. “Passing through?”
Waiting for an answer, Brodie studied him.
Resigned, Mitch accepted that they’d force him to do this here and now.
In front of Charlotte.
Not what he’d wanted, not what he’d planned for.
Damp, oppressive air closed around him. Muscles jumped and twitched in that familiar way that happened whenever he felt uneasy.
In prison, he’d felt uneasy a lot.
This was different, sure – so why were his molars grinding together?
Brodie aligned himself with Jack, as brothers should. Shit, shit, shit. Together the men presented a united front. Not exactly hostile, but definitely not welcoming. And why would they welcome him? A total stranger talking to a woman they cared about?
Once he explained, they’d both want to run him off.
They’d find out soon enough that he wouldn’t go easily, not after he’d finally gotten here. He’d worked too damn hard for this. Deserved or not, he had a plan and he’d damn well stick to it.
“Why,” Charlotte demanded, an edge of desperation to her tone, “are you two doing this?”
“They’re astute, that’s why.” Let them hate him if they wanted – but they would not consider him stupid. There was nothing friendly in the way he showed his teeth. “They sense things are off.”
Jaw tensing, Brodie straightened even more.
Misgivings bunched Jack’s shoulders.
These men were impressive, and a small part of him felt pride.
“Mitch?” Compassion, confusion, softened Charlotte’s expression.
He’d felt many losses in his day. This one smarted more than most. “Sorry.” Working the tension from his neck, determined to get through it, he said, “The thing is-”
And yet another voice intruded, this one strident, a voice of authority, used to being heard – and obeyed.
The voice of a woman. “Brodie, Jack, behave yourselves.”
As if aggrieved, Brodie rolled his eyes. “Our mother,” he said in an aside to Mitch, “and if you think we’re distrustful, prepare yourself.”
Something uncomfortable shifted inside him, making his heart kick. Breath held, Mitch turned – but of course he wasn’t ready, hadn’t even come close to preparing himself.
His gaze clashed with hers.