should be held accountable for everything he’s done.”
Okay. Navarro realized that facts had to be faced. He was in a room, developing hots for the only woman on the planet who seemed to be secretly designed as his nemesis. There was no happy meeting point between them; there would be no sweet build up to the happy climax. “Moving on,” he said. “This should be fairly easy to finish.”
“Good.”
He ground his teeth at the “And well it should!” tone. It so reminded him of being in the library with old Mrs. Farklewell. Every time the Jefferson boys were in the school library, they heard a constant litany of “Shh! Shh!” in the tone that only a first-chair violinist and a librarian could muster.
“Well, look who we have here!”
Navarro glanced up at the woman in the doorway. She wore a lot of makeup and seemed very pleased to see him. Marvella.
“A Jefferson.” She fairly crowed. “Cleaning up the mess baby brother left behind.”
The hair under Navarro’s hat started itching. “I’m cleaning up a mess. That’s all I have to say.”
She stroked the black kitten she held in her hands. “And getting acquainted with your future sister-in-law. How nice!”
Navarro and Nina glanced at each other.
“Family time is so important. You feel free to stay as long as you like. Which Jefferson are you, by the way?”
“Navarro, ma’am,” he said automatically, the polite habit coming hard after many years of Mason knocking manners into their heads.
“Well, Navarro, there is a rodeo coming up.” She smiled at him. “You know how I love those Jefferson brothers riding for my salon.”
“I—”
“Someone’s got to pay for this damage,” she said, the expression on her face full of faux concern. “Such a shame to scar up a nice hardwood floor this way. I believe one of the screws even embedded itself in that wall,” she said, pointing. “You know, Last is the first Jefferson brother who’s come in here and treated my home like a shabby saloon. The rest of your brothers seem to prefer the heart-shaped spa.” She shook her head. “But maybe he prefers dry land. Oh, well, no matter. I’ll leave a note at the desk saying you’re to have run of the house while you’re here. Think about my offer.”
She glided from the doorway.
Navarro turned to face Nina. The peach had gone truly pale. Putting the saw down, he sat on the floor. “Holy smokes, she’s evil.”
“On that, we can agree.” Nina nodded at him.
“So we need to play on the same team, against her. Don’t you think?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s what she’s expecting. She wants you and I to band together.”
“To what purpose?”
“I don’t know. Maybe so you’ll pay for the room damages. She can charge you more than me, obviously. Librarians don’t make that much.”
“So I’ll pay the damages.”
She looked at him, her blue eyes hopeful. “It’s nice of you to offer without me having to ask you to pay for your brother’s mess.”
“You know,” Navarro said, “it takes two people in a bed to make something happen.”
“That would be the premise,” she agreed. “And something happened.”
“But I think your theory is too obvious,” Navarro said thoughtfully, trying not to stare at her ankles as she crossed them delicately in front of her. “I think Marvella would rather see us at each other’s throats. Divide and conquer.”
“Elaborate, but possible,” Nina said, nodding. “What would she gain?”
“Two pawns. If there are bad feelings between us, Marvella is free to work her witchery without us being the wiser.”
“You may have a point,” Nina said reluctantly. “In fact, it has always been the enemy’s way to weaken by division, according to many of the great moments in history.”
“Exactly.” Navarro held out his hand. “Let’s shake on working together.”
“I don’t know,” Nina said. “We’re related now, by Valentine’s baby. Shaking seems quite weird.”
But she put her hand in his and, later, after Navarro had time to review his actions, he would often wonder if this was the moment that changed his destiny.
He pulled Nina toward him and kissed her square on the lips.
He waited for the smacking he so righteously deserved and which she’d all but promised any man who tried to drag her into the metaphorical book stacks—but, to his amazement, Nina put her little hand behind his head and held him as she kissed him with a heated peachiness a man could only pray he experienced once in his life.
One shot. That was usually all a man ever got at something like this. Navarro was not known for wasting time or energy. Pulling Nina into his lap, he kissed her deeply, enjoying her passion and her surrender. Maybe all the more sweet because it was wrong, Navarro kissed her hard, fast, wanting as much of her as he could get.
“Ahem!”
Nina jumped out of his lap like a timed-release spring, fleeing a good yard away from him. “Damn it, Crockett!” Navarro said. “What the hell?”
“I might say the same. You were supposed to be carrying some lumber up here, bro. I thought maybe Marvella had you in her clutches.”
“Not quite.” Navarro cursed his empty lap, wanting Nina back immediately. He turned to look at Nina—who was staring at Crockett.
“Twins?” she said. “Twins?”
Crockett grinned. “Two for the price of one.”
Navarro winced. “Not smooth, bro.”
Crockett glanced at him. “Maybe I should start marking off some wood and keep my mouth shut.”
“Excellent idea.” Navarro looked at Nina, realizing unhappiness was her key emotion. “Hey,” he said softly.
“No,” she said automatically. She shook her head. “No.”
Regret filled Navarro that the moment was lost. But it had been sweet while it lasted—and if he ever got a chance to recapture it, he was going to go for it.
Consequences be damned.
NINA COULDN’T BELIEVE her eyes. There were two versions of the man she’d just kissed putting her charmed bed back together! The only way she could tell them apart right now was by shirt color. And personality. Crockett was the brash, outspoken one.
