nurture, with her cooperation, of course. He’d gently cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth back to his and kissed her like he’d been wanting to ever since he’d bumped into her in the hall. Her lips parted beneath the subtle pressure of his, and she moaned deep in her throat, but the sound wasn’t one of alarm. No, she didn’t fear him. She sank against his chest, closed her eyes and let his tongue explore her mouth and tempt her to join in the slow, drugging kiss.
At nearly eighteen, he was two years older than her, had been on plenty of dates and kissed a lot of girls. But none of them tasted as sweet as Josie. He couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed she was just as needy.
From that day on, he met her after school, anxious to be with her. Because neither of them wanted their families to know they were seeing one another for fear of repercussions, he met her at the edge of the woods and spent as much time with her as possible until they had to head home. Eventually, kisses weren’t enough, and he’d coaxed her to make love. They’d been good together, her uninhibited response to his touch driving him wild with desire for her. He’d been careful about protecting her, but three months later she tearfully informed him she was pregnant.
He’d been scared, certain his father would flay him alive—that’s how much David O’Connor loathed the McAllisters. So, instead, he’d confided in his brother.
“How do you know it’s your baby?” Jay had asked him.
His brother’s question made him wary. “What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded to know.
Jay smirked. “Considering she’s slept with half the senior class, there’s no telling whose brat it is.”
He’d been so furious with his brother’s claim he’d given Jay a black eye. A few days later, the rumors started circulating around school, and he heard bragging in the locker room about Josie and other boys. Considering he’d used protection every time they’d slept together, he found the claims difficult to ignore.
Josie, it seemed, had manipulated him for her own purposes. If she meant to dupe an O’Connor, she’d nearly succeeded. She’d put on a flawless act, making him believe he was the first and only one to know her intimately. The thought had filled him with a white-hot fury and made him plan a fitting retribution.
He saw her one last time. She’d expected him to marry her, to give her bastard child the O’Connor name. Instead of the proposal she anticipated, he’d coldly informed her that he’d deliberately seduced her to gain revenge on the McAllisters, and she’d fallen for the ruse. And since at least a dozen other guys could be the baby’s father, she was on her own.
She’d appeared so convincingly devastated, he’d had to steel himself against the hurt glittering in her tear-filled - eyes. Her pain and despair had seemed so terribly real. But not once did she deny the awful rumors. Not once did she try to explain. She’d walked away from him, head held high.
He hadn’t talked to her since, hadn’t been close enough to touch her...until today. And damned if he still didn’t want her with the same fierceness of his youth, and that irked him more than he cared to admit.
Seth scrubbed a hand over his jaw and let out a low growl of frustration. He hadn’t anticipated her seductive allure, the way her body had filled out with lush, womanly curves that tempted and teased a man’s interest. She was an exciting blend of fire and spirit, and that fiery disposition of hers made him burn hotter than any of the demure, accommodating women he’d dated over the years.
Gruff laughter escaped him. After eleven years of trying to pretend Josie McAllister didn’t exist for him, he found it ironic that he was going to marry her. He didn’t doubt that once her temper cooled she’d agree to become his wife. Despite her fury over her father’s gambling loss, he was certain marrying him was the lesser of two evils when it came to giving up the Golden M. And marrying Josie was a small sacrifice on his part for gaining a prosperous piece of land to call his own.
Seth stood and headed toward his mare. He needed to tell Jay about this recent turn of events and let him know he’d be short a hand and would need to hire someone to replace him. He dreaded the discussion to come, suspecting that Jay was going to explode when he learned that a McAllister was about to become a part of their family. Jay blamed the McAllisters for every misfortune they’d ever encountered. In Seth’s opinion, which he’d always been smart enough to keep to himself, their family’s misfortune was a direct result of mismanagement and too much resentment. He supposed it was easier to blame the family’s old adversary than face the truth that their father hadn’t cared enough to nurture the fertile land they’d lived on, choosing instead to spend his time at the local bar, which had left him drunk and in a surly disposition more often than not.
Refusing to dwell on the bitterness of the past, and the fact that his own father had disinherited him for reasons that proved how spiteful and unforgiving David O’Connor could be, Seth mounted his horse, determined to keep a clear focus on his future-which included Josie as his wife and the Golden M as his new home.
Turning Lexi north, he headed toward Paradise Wild and the unpleasant task ahead.
CHAPTER THREE
SETH found his brother in the spacious office located in the back of the main stable. The door was open, but since Jay seemed engrossed in the open journal on his desk and hadn’t heard him enter the building, he knocked on the wooden. frame so he didn’t startle him.
Jay glanced up, wire-rimmed reading glasses framing his hazel eyes. “Where have you been?” he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance. “You missed Sunday dinner.”
“Sorry ’bout that.” Usually he was courteous enough to let Jay’s wife, Erin, know when he wasn’t going to be around for breakfast, dinner or supper so she didn’t prepare extra and they didn’t wait on him. Though Seth lived in one of the two cabins located on the ranch, eating with Jay’s family was part of his wages as a hand. It worked for him, considering what a lousy cook he was. “I didn’t think I’d be as long as I was.”
Jay’s gaze flickered over his tousled hair, noted the absence of his Stetson, then narrowed speculatively. “I noticed Lexi was gone. You out checking fences or something? If so, you know you don’t get paid for working Sundays.”
“I wasn’t working,” Seth assured his brother, tamping down the spurt of bitterness surging to the surface. He hated being treated like an employee on the very land that should have been half his. He wanted to believe he’d gotten over his father’s slight, but there were times, like now, when he felt the lash of David O’Connor’s punishment straight to the core. “I was over at the McAllister place.”
That snagged his brother’s attention. He closed the journal in front of him and pushed it aside. “Doing what?” he asked tentatively.
Drawing out the moment of victory, Seth folded his frame into the dark brown Naugahyde chair in front of Jay’s desk, making himself comfortable. “I was claiming the Golden M, which I won in a poker game against Jake McAllister.”
It took a few extra seconds for the importance of his statement to sink in. Seth knew the exact moment it registered—when selfish retribution glittered in Jay’s eyes. “No kidding? You won the Golden M?”
“Lock, stock and barrel,” Seth confirmed. Prime cattle, fertile land, and a feisty woman who hated him enough to threaten his life with a rifle. All his in the span of one night, he thought wryly.
“Whooee!” Jay slapped
