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He looked at Troy and Jarod, and for the first time in his life he made a demand that had nothing to do with the farm or the family and everything to do with himself. “Leave it alone. Just leave it alone.”
Chapter Three
Sara watched Garth take Erin in his arms for a long and thorough kiss. Several seconds passed, and Troy started making whooping noises. Another brother, Brick, let out a loud whistle. Pretty soon most of the wedding guests were applauding. The couple finally pulled apart. Erin’s face was flushed with pleasure, Garth’s expression was tinged with awe, and the look they exchanged was so intimate that Sara had to turn away.
She glanced at Daniel to find him looking at her. Her stomach dipped.
You don’t belong here, Sara Jean.
I know. I know. But I can wish, can’t I? Wishing won’t hurt anyone.
You can wish all you want to, but you’ll never be like these people. You’re too much like—
Sara mentally cut off her mother’s voice. She heard it only when she was feeling vulnerable, like today. The simple ceremony had made Sara feel a little weepy. It reminded her that she didn’t share a close, loving relationship with anyone on this planet. The reminder hurt.
“Are you okay?” Carly asked, concern etched on her face.
Sara shook off her depressed mood and smiled. “Fine. Erin looks beautiful.”
Carly sighed. “She does. But I’d probably look that radiant, too, if I were going to Martinique.”
Overhearing that last comment, Carly’s husband, Russ, came up from behind and pulled her against him. He tossed Sara a wink. “We can have our own little island in the sun tonight in the Jacuzzi.”
Carly laughed. “Have you forgotten that we’re looking after Luke while Erin and Garth are on their honeymoon?”
Russ shook his head. “He’ll be so tired after all the activity today.” He gave them both a broad grin, kissed Carly, then backed away to answer someone’s greeting.
Carly rolled her eyes, but Sara could tell she was delighted with her husband.
“So,” said Carly, pulling her attention from Russ. “How’s everything progressing with Daniel? I hear he nearly beat up Jarod and Troy for interrupting your lunch the other day.”
Sara blinked at the change in subject, then shook her head. “Daniel and I aren’t progressing anywhere because we’re not well suited for each other. I told you that before.”
“That was before he decided to go after you.”
Sara’s pulse accelerated. “He’ll change his mind.”
Carly looked at Sara with sympathy. “How long have you been suffering from delusions? Get ready for the chase of your life.” She made a tsking sound. “You’re so nice and i
Russ reappeared and snagged Carly’s wrist. “You’re not meddling, are you?”
Carly i
Frustrated, Sara shook her head. “But I—”
“Are you ready for the reception?” Daniel asked from beside her. He placed his hand on her back and watched her take a deep breath. There was turbulence in her green-gray eyes. He wondered what she and Carly had been talking about. He wondered a lot about Sara Kingston. Lately he’d been wondering what her lips would feel like pressed to his. And he decided that tonight he would find out.
“Thanks for the ride,” Sara said, reaching for her key.
“No problem,” Daniel said. She was going to try to leave him on the porch. He knew it. “Mind if I have a cup of coffee?”
Sara jerked her head up to look at him. He could hear his mother’s voice scolding him: Pushy, pushy, pushy. Wait until you’re invited. Tough. At this rate, if he waited for an invitation from Sara, he’d never get past the front door, let alone into her bed.
Her ever-present politeness warred with a desire to kick him out. He could read it on her face. “Of course,” Sara finally said, then pushed open the door. “Come on in.”
She started to take off her coat and Daniel helped her with it. He caught a whiff of her sweet and spicy perfume. “You smell great.”
“It’s new, and I probably shouldn’t have gotten it,” she said, remembering how the romantic fragrance had captivated her at the cosmetic counter just the other day. “I have all these bottles under my sink, but I love perfume and I just can’t seem to resist…” Her voice stalled when he touched her.
Under the guise of a casual gesture, Daniel lifted her hair behind her shoulder and played with a silky brown strand. “I’m glad you didn’t resist. Did you know your hair even smells like it?”
Sara swallowed hard. “Bath gel and shampoo came with it.”
Daniel felt his temperature rise. “So you smell like this all…” His imagination flashed a vivid picture of Sara, wet, scented and nude, in a bathtub.
“All over,” she finished in a slightly husky voice. Then she cleared her throat. “About that coffee.”
“Yeah.”
Sara looked at him expectantly. “I, uh, need my hair.”
Still reluctant to let go, he gri
“Are you flirting with me?”
“I’m trying.” His grin grew. “Is it working?”
Too well. Her pulse racing, she tamped down the urge to rest her head in his big hand. Instead she tried to distract him. “I have some hot chocolate.”
“And marshmallows?”
A little boy when it came to food, she concluded. Darn if that didn’t make her like him more. “Yes.”
He loosened his fingers and leaned closer. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Still entangled in his gaze, Sara gave a quick shake of her head and backed away. “I’m not going to.”
For several moments he looked at her hungrily.
“Guess I’ll have to keep trying, Miss Sara.”
Distressed, she lifted a hand. “Please don’t.”
“Why?”
She bit her lip and knitted her fingers together. “We’ve already talked about this.”
Daniel nodded. “I know. First you said I should leave you alone because of Carly. Then you said you didn’t think you were good at male-female relationships.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. “So what is it tonight?”
“You’re not making this easy for me.”
“And you’re not making it easy for me either.”
She refused to let his persistence wear her down. “Daniel, you’re a good man. And I’m not—” she groped for the proper words “—I’m not good for good men. I ruin them.”
He gave a burst of laughter. “You’re nuts,” he said. “You’re sexy as hell. But you’re nuts. You couldn’t ruin a peapod.”
She sucked in a harsh breath. “How about a senator?”
His laughter faltered. “What?”
She shook her head. There were some things she simply couldn’t discuss, even for the sake of Daniel Pendleton. “I don’t want to go into it, so just trust me. Two men, two good men, lost everything because of their relationships with me. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”
Daniel scratched his head. “Now, let me get this straight. You think you’re responsible for the downfall of these two men.” He waved his hand. “That it’s somehow related to you.”
“Definitely,” Sara said in a solemn voice.
“And,” he continued, “you think that if you get involved with me, you’ll ruin my life.”
Sara nodded.
He rolled his eyes and tugged his tie loose. “I gotta tell you, Sara. That’s the biggest bunch of bull I’ve heard in my life. And with Troy as my brother, I’ve heard a hell of a lot.”
Sara stiffened. “I’m sorry if you don’t believe it, but it’s true.” She turned and headed for the kitchen.
Daniel followed after her. “You really expect me to believe that you lure good men down the road to perdition? How did you do it, Sara? Did you put a magic potion in their hot chocolate? Did you sprinkle fairy dust on them when they slept? How did you do it?”