brown hair, eyes the color of warm toffee and he possessed a strong, muscular frame. Features that made him impossible to ignore. He was taller than Doug had been, and leaner in the waist and hips and broader through the shoulders. He was the kind of man who’d look good in jeans, chambray shirt and cowboy boots, or a suit and tie.
Tanner McCord was gorgeous, no doubt about it. But she wasn’t about to get caught up in his good looks. She took a deep breath and spoke. “I didn’t realize family was so important to you.”
It was a direct dig and he obviously knew it. “Doug and I had different lives,” he said and stretched back against the chair. “Which doesn’t mean we didn’t care about each other.”
“I know how Doug felt about you,” she replied carefully. “He told me how he looked after you when your parents died.”
Tanner’s eyes darkened. “He did, that’s right. I was nine years old. Doug was twenty-one. I lived with him for three months before he joined the army.”
Cassie frowned. She knew Tanner was about to turn thirty-one and born the same year she was. “I thought Doug went into the army when he was twenty-three?”
There was another stretch of silence, longer this time, as though he was working out how to answer her. “No. Twenty-one.”
“And where did you live then?”
“Boarding school,” he replied. “He visited when he could.”
It wasn’t quite the story she’d heard. Doug hadn’t mentioned sending his younger brother away to school at such a young age. “Well, of course he would do that, being Doug,” she said, and ignored the tiny stab of disapproval tapping in her head. “So, how long are you staying in town?”
“Awhile.”
How long was “awhile”? “To see Oliver?”
“If that’s okay?”
She wondered how her cheerful, lovable son would take to the man whose eyes were just like his own. No, they’re Doug’s eyes. But she didn’t have any reason to refuse his request. “You can see him tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Cassie.”
She looked at the clock on the mantel. It was nearly eight o’clock. Early. Probably too early to send him on his way. “So, you’re staying in Bellandale?”
The town, with its sixty thousand residents, was twenty minutes away from the small beachside community of Crystal Point and had many quality hotels.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll find a hotel.”
Cassie frowned and tried not to think about how his soft accent seemed to warm her skin. “You didn’t book a hotel room?”
He shrugged. “I’ll find somewhere. I picked up a rental car at the airport. I was born in Bellandale, remember? I know my way around town.”
She did know. In fact they’d been born at the same hospital, barely a week apart. But they had never met until after she’d started dating Doug. “So, about ten tomorrow?”
“Sure,” he said and got to his feet.
Cassie noticed the slight wobble and how he pushed down hard on his right leg. He was obviously in pain. She didn’t know much about his accident, only that it had been life threatening and something to do with a horse. Now wasn’t the time to ask. And really, the less she knew the better. Tanner wasn’t part of her life. Nor did she want him to be.
She was just about to say good-night and walk him out when he faltered on his feet and quickly gripped the back of the sofa for support. Cassie rushed forward. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he said and grimaced. “Damn leg locks up sometimes. It’ll pass.”
Cassie wasn’t so sure. He looked pale and uncomfortable. The long drive to Crystal Point that had followed an even longer flight from South Dakota had clearly caught up with him. “Are you sure you can drive?”
He shrugged fractionally. “I guess I’ll find out. Good night, Cassie.”
She watched as he took a slow step, then another. He was in tremendous pain and trying not to show it. “Tanner?” His name fell from her lips.
“Yes?”
What am I doing?
“You...you could stay here tonight,” she said quietly and couldn’t quite believe the words were coming out. But she didn’t want him driving and potentially crashing. He was Doug’s brother. Oliver’s uncle. Old-fashioned consideration surged through her. “You’re not exactly in any condition to drive. And you said you’ll be coming back to see Oliver tomorrow anyway. And since you haven’t booked into a hotel. I think... I think...”
What? Having him spend the night is a good idea? In what stratosphere?
“You think what?”
She shrugged lightly. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a good idea. But he was Oliver’s uncle. And family, in a way. Plus, technically the house was his. He had every right to stay.
“It was just an idea. You look tired and in pain, that’s all. And there are two spare rooms. But if you’d rather go to a—”
“If you’re sure,” he said, cutting her off.
She wasn’t sure about anything. Especially when it came to Tanner McCord. “Of course.”
He watched her, rattling her nerves in that way he always seemed to do. “Then I’ll stay. And you’re right, Cassie, I’m beat. I’d really like a shower and some sleep. Thank you.”
So it was settled. He was staying.
“I’ll show you to your room,” she said quietly and forced some air into her lungs.
“I’ll get my bag. Be back in a minute.”
She told Mouse to stay put, walked from the room and up the hall and waited while Tanner headed back outside. He returned in a few minutes with a battered duffel draped over one strong shoulder. He wore dark jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with piping around the pocket and cuffs and, despite the now pronounced effort as he walked, Cassie felt a sharp niggle of awareness way down low. That he could do that to her, despite how much she had loved Doug, always made her resent him just that little bit more than she would have liked.
“This way,” she said and walked down the hall. He followed and stood in the doorway once she entered the bedroom. “The sheets are fresh and there are spare towels hanging in the bathroom.”
“Thank you,” he said as he walked into the room and dropped his bag at the foot of the bed.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. I need to check on Oliver.”
Cassie left the room as swiftly as she could and headed for the nursery, and tried not to think about how she suddenly had a man staying in her spare room.
His spare room. His
