of the shooting.”
Everyone else had been so surprised that Thad Kendall had killed a man. Everyone but Caroline. Beneath his charm and devastating grin, there was a ruthlessness that she had glimpsed the day he’d left her without even a backward glance.
He had a single-minded intensity about his job that seemed to be about more than achieving success or fame. She suspected there was much more to Thad Kendall than anyone realized.
And he was her son’s father. She swallowed a sigh.
“You’re not looking at me like everyone else has been,” he said. He was actually the one looking at her, his gaze intent on her face.
“How’s that?” She had barely let herself look at him at all, as she was determined to not let her foolish heart rule her head once again. She would not fall for Thad Kendall, no matter how damn handsome he was.
“All my family,” he said, “even members of the press keep looking at me like I’m going to fall apart because I pulled the trigger and killed a man.”
“I think you’ve had to do a lot harder things than that in your life,” she admitted.
He jerked his head in a grim nod. Then he stepped closer and skimmed his fingers along her jaw. “Leaving you was one of the hardest.”
She sucked in a breath as her traitorous heart slammed against her ribs. “Don’t.” She moved back so that his hand fell away from her face. “Just don’t …”
“It’s true.”
“You left and never looked back,” she reminded him. “I’m not looking back, either. I’m looking ahead to when you leave again and I have to explain to Mark.”
“I’ll explain to Mark that it’s my job to go to other countries.”
“Will you want to make a clean break with him, too?” She’d worried about that for the past few sleepless nights since her son had opened the door to his father. Mark had had so many questions about the stranger who’d come to their house, and he had deserved to know the truth.
“No. I’ll stay in contact with him,” he promised as he stepped closer again. His voice dropped to an intimate murmur. “And with you …”
His lips curved into that devastating grin. He was arrogant—he couldn’t look like he did and not realize how women wanted him. And he was a Kendall, used to getting what he wanted, and apparently since he was back in St. Louis, he wanted her.
With an effort she steadied her racing pulse and shook her head. “I don’t want a relationship with you.”
His grin faded. “Caroline …”
“Truthfully, I don’t want you to have a relationship with Mark,” she said, keeping her voice low so that her son wouldn’t overhear. “I’m afraid you’re going to break his heart like you did mine.”
He groaned. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know,” she admitted. “And you won’t mean to hurt him, either. But you will.”
“So what do you want me to do?” he asked. “Pretend that I never saw him? That I don’t know I have a son? Do you want me to just walk away?”
That was the problem. She didn’t want him to walk away. Ever. But he would. “It’s what you do best.”
“Damn it! You’re not being fair!”
“No. I’m not,” she readily agreed. But she needed to keep reminding herself that she couldn’t fall for him again. She wouldn’t be able to help heal her son’s broken heart if she was dealing with her own.
“I didn’t know how much I hurt you,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, refusing his apology. “I’m over you,” she said, trying to convince them both of that. “And I intend to stay over you.”
“If you’re so over me, why haven’t you moved on?” he challenged her. “Why aren’t you married or involved with someone else?”
“How—how do you know that I’m not involved with someone?” she asked.
“Since finding out about Mark, I checked with some of my sources.…”
Damn Tammy. “I’m focused on my son right now,” she said, “not dating.”
“I can’t believe men haven’t been beating down your door to take you out,” he said.
She laughed at the outrageous compliment, refusing to be charmed again. Mark was three and a half, but she had fifteen pounds of baby weight to lose yet. Maybe twenty.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Even more beautiful now than you were four years ago.”
Her stomach muscles tightened with desire, but she shook her head. “I am smarter now than I was four years ago. I’m not going to fall for your patented Kendall charm.”
“Patented?”
“Already at three, Mark has it. He can wrap me completely around his little finger.” Just like Thad used to be able to do.
“You’re not immune to me,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes bright with desire. “And I can prove it to you.”
When she opened her mouth to ask him how, his lips were there covering hers. His tongue delved deep, stroking over hers, stroking her passion from flickering flame to full conflagration. He’d wrapped his arms around her, too, so that she couldn’t step back. But she didn’t want to get away; she wanted to get closer. His chest pressed against hers, his heart beating the same frantic rhythm as hers.
“Hey!” exclaimed a little voice, full of curiosity. “What are you doing to my mommy?”
They broke apart as guiltily as teenagers caught necking on the couch. Caroline would have laughed at the shock on Thad’s flushed face if she hadn’t felt more like crying. She didn’t know what was bringing her closer to tears—the kiss or the fact that her son had interrupted it.
THAD’S SKIN BURNED, his fingers numb from the cold as he rolled a snowball across Caroline’s front yard. He’d brought no gloves with him and Caroline’s were too small. But when Mark had asked him to build another snowman to go with the lopsided one already in their front yard, Thad had been unable to refuse no matter how many excuses he’d had to do just that.
She was right. The kid had the Kendall charm but with Caroline’s innate kindness and generosity.
“I can roll it,” Mark said, putting his mittened hands over Thad’s. “You’re cold.”
Maybe his skin was cold, but the rest of him was still on fire from kissing Caroline. If Mark hadn’t interrupted them …
Caroline probably would have pulled away. She was over him. He’d kissed her to prove her wrong, but instead he’d proved to himself that he wasn’t over her. Not even close.
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