nothing happened, Monroe risked opening one eye. The woman had a hold of the man’s arm but she was staring right at him. ‘Who are you?’ she asked softly.
‘Nobody, ma’am. All I took was a swim.’ If only he could just deck the guy and get out of here.
‘You’re Monroe.’ She said the words so quietly, Monroe wasn’t sure he’d heard her right.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Mr Furious shouted back, still busting to take a swing at him.
‘Linc, he’s your brother. Can’t you see the resemblance?’
Oh, hell. It hit Monroe just who these people were. He tried to swallow past the boulder in his throat, but his mouth had gone bone-dry. All he’d wanted was a quick swim and now look what he’d done.
‘Monroe?’ The big guy looked as if he’d taken a punch to the gut. Monroe knew how he felt.
He hadn’t seen that face since he was ten years old, but now that he looked at it properly, Monroe recognised it all right. The guy had the same clear blue eyes as he did. And that mouth, that chin—didn’t he see virtually the same ones in the mirror every time he remembered to shave?
‘I should split,’ Monroe mumbled.
Every one of them—his brother, the pregnant lady, who he figured must be his brother’s wife, even the little girl and the woman with the flaming hair—was staring at him as if he’d grown two heads.
‘I never thought I’d see you again.’ His brother’s voice was thready, his eyes shadowed.
‘It’s no big deal. It’s a mistake. I shouldn’t have used your pool.’ Boy, was that the truth.
‘I don’t give a damn about the pool,’his brother said weakly.
‘I need to go.’ Monroe glanced at Miss Firecracker. She wasn’t looking smug any more. Her face had gone stoplight-red to match that rioting hair.
His brother’s wife stepped forward. ‘You can’t go, Monroe.’ Her deep green eyes were steady on his. ‘You and Linc have a lot of catching up to do. We want you to stay for a while. That’s why we invited you.’
She seemed as if she meant it. Monroe felt honour-bound to set her straight. He didn’t belong here; couldn’t she see that? ‘Look, ma’am, it’s nice of you to ask me—’ he huffed out a breath ‘—but I’m going to get on my way.’
He heard his brother curse, but his wife just shook her head, sadly. ‘You’re Linc’s brother. You’re family, Monroe. We want little Emily here to get to know you. You’re her uncle.’
Monroe’s gaze flicked to the little girl who was whispering furiously to Miss Firecracker and gazing at him in that penetrating way only kids could pull off.
He wasn’t her uncle. He wasn’t anyone’s family.
‘I’m Ali, by the way, Linc’s wife,’ the pregnant woman continued. ‘That’s our daughter Emmy and my sister Jessie.’
Monroe gave a stiff nod, the little girl waved back at him and said, ‘Hi,’ but the redhead just continued to stare at him. She didn’t look anywhere near as welcoming as her sister.
‘We’ve got five bedrooms in this place, Monroe,’ his sister-in-law said as her fingers settled on his arm. ‘Surely you can stay for a while and get to know us all.’ The determination on her face told him there was no way she was going to let him bolt. The sinking sensation in his stomach dipped lower.
‘I’m not staying in your home.’ On that, he was firm.
‘There’s an apartment above the garage that will give you privacy.’
Monroe wondered if his sister-in-law had been a steamroller in a former life.
‘Linc, why don’t you take your brother into the house? Get him a beer, and then you can show him where he’ll be staying.’
‘Sure. Grab your stuff, Roe.’
The nickname reverberated in Monroe’s mind, no one had called him that in close to twenty years.
‘I think we both deserve a beer,’ Linc said as he gave him a rueful smile. The crooked twist of his lips stabbed at Monroe’s memory again.
‘Hold on.’ He hadn’t agreed to anything, had he? But as he tried to form a protest, his sister-in-law picked up his T-shirt and shoved it on top of the boots in his arms.
‘Hell,’ Monroe grumbled as the brother he’d never intended to see again led him into his home.
Jessie gaped at her would-be trespasser as he padded past her, carrying his boots and T-shirt with a bewildered look on his face. If she could just get her jaw off the floor, she might be able to speak.
Linc had a brother? She’d had no idea.
‘Can you believe that?’ Ali’s face beamed. ‘I wrote that letter to his old probation officer over a year ago on an off chance. I can’t believe he’s finally here.’
‘His probation officer!’ Jessie choked out the words. ‘So he really is a criminal!’
‘Don’t sound so shocked. He was little more than a child when he went to jail. From what Jerry Myers told me, he’s been clean as a whistle for the last fourteen years.’
Jessie didn’t believe it. Did law-abiding citizens sneak into other people’s houses and use their pools? Did they manhandle women they didn’t even know? She didn’t think so.
‘By the way—’ Ali sent her a saucy smile ‘—you guys looked like you were having fun when we arrived.’
Jessie stiffened. ‘I thought he was a trespasser or worse. I wasn’t having fun. I was trying to get away from him.’
‘I see.’Ali looked doubtful. ‘So that would explain why he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then, would it?’
Jessie’s cheeks flamed. ‘Actually, he was being rude and obnoxious.’ She glared at her sister. ‘He was having a ball trying to scare me to death.’
‘It serves you right for haring off to confront him in the first place.’
‘What?’
Ali waved away Jessie’s indignant shout. ‘Come on. We better get in there and make sure Linc doesn’t let him get away.’
‘I’m not going in there,’ Jessie snapped back. ‘I never want to see That Man again.’
‘Jess, you can’t avoid Monroe. If Linc and I have our way, he’ll be here for a while.’
What was wrong with her sister? Couldn’t she see the guy was trouble with a capital T? ‘I think you and Linc are insane for inviting him, Ali. You don’t even know him.’
The twinkle in Ali’s eyes dimmed. ‘I’m sorry I teased you. I shouldn’t have. What happened by
