stared at him in confusion. “What?”
“We had children together, Sadie. We should be married.” He moved closer, every step small and stealthy. Then he played his ace in the hole. He said the one thing he knew might sway her to accept his proposal. “I don’t want my girls being called bastards. Do you?”
“Of course not!” She shook her head and chewed at her bottom lip and he knew he’d gotten to her with that.
The thought of anyone calling his babies names was enough to make him see red. But he knew as well as Sadie did that life in a small town wasn’t always pretty. People would talk. Children would overhear it and they would repeat what their parents said.
He didn’t want his girls paying for his mistakes.
“But I don’t want to get married just for their sakes, either,” Sadie said, her voice hardly more than a sigh. “That’s not exactly a recipe for happiness, Rick.”
A more stubborn woman never drew breath, he thought and swooped in on her, unable to keep from touching her for another minute. If he couldn’t sway her to his point of view with logic, then damn it, he’d use whatever weapons he had in his war chest.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her so close she couldn’t help but feel again his body’s reaction to her. She wasn’t immune to the chemistry sizzling between them. He could feel her heartbeat racing.
She closed her eyes, sighed a little and still shook her head. “No.”
“Think about it, Sadie,” he murmured, dipping his head to run his lips along the column of her throat.
She shivered and, damn it, so did he. The taste of her filled him. Her scent clouded his brain and shot his body into overdrive. His brain was fogging over and his instincts were clamoring at him to toss her down onto that so-comfortable sofa and lose himself in her. As he’d dreamed of doing for too damn long.
This woman had been in his soul—his bones—for as long as he could remember. Even as a kid, he’d noticed her. Now, as a man, he could admit that though he wouldn’t love her, wouldn’t love anyone, he felt more for her than he ever had for anyone else.
That would have to be enough.
She moaned, a small sound sliding from her throat as she clung to him, arching into his body with a need that matched his own.
“Remember that night?” he whispered, mouth moving over her throat, up to the line of her jaw and back down again. “How good it was? How good we were? We could have that again, Sadie….”
She cupped his head in the palm of her hand and held him to her as she sighed in pleasure. He ran the tip of his tongue across her skin and nibbled at the throbbing vein at the base of her neck.
“I want you so badly I ache with it,” he admitted. “And you want me, too. I can feel it.”
“I do,” she murmured and he felt a flicker of hope rise up inside him.
“Just think about marrying me, Sadie,” he said softly, lifting his head to look down at her.
She swayed a little, opened her eyes, met his and stiffened. “That was so not fair,” she muttered.
“Fair?” he countered. “You’re the one holding all the cards here, Sadie. I’m just playing the hand you dealt me.”
“Oh, stop with the poor-country-boy act,” she told him, pushing out of his embrace to glare at him. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You were trying to seduce me into marriage and it’s not going to work.”
“Why the hell not?”
Sadie smoothed her hair, lifted her chin and said, “Good sex isn’t enough to build a marriage on.”
“It was great sex and it’s a lot better than bad sex.”
“I am not getting married.”
“You surely are.”
“You can’t force me.”
She had him there. He couldn’t force her to marry him. But that wasn’t saying that he wouldn’t do his damnedest to convince her.
Gritting his teeth, Rick took a breath. “You know how you said earlier that Brad was a hardhead? Well, honey, you could give lessons.”
“You’ve been back home one day, Rick. You told me yourself you’re only here for a month.”
True, he did have only thirty days’ leave. But if he decided to get out of the Corps, he could be back in Royal in no time. To stay.
“I’ll retire,” he blurted the words, surprising even himself.
“Rick, you love being a marine. You told me so yourself not two hours ago.” She stared up at him. “What about your duty to country?”
“I have a duty to my kids, too,” he argued.
“God, what am I going to do with you?”
“Easily enough answered,” he told her. “Marry me.”
“Well,” a voice said from the hallway, “it’s about damn time.”
Rick turned to face the man standing in the open doorway of the living room. Brad Price looked grim and his gaze was narrowed and fixed on Rick.
“Brad,” Sadie said with a tired sigh, “what’re you doing here?”
He came into the room, never taking his eyes off of Rick as he spoke to his sister. “I came to talk to you. Felt bad about our argument at the club.”
“Now’s not a good time,” Sadie said quickly.
“Yeah, I can see that.” He walked up to Rick, ignoring Sadie completely. “So you’ve seen the girls?”
“I have,” Rick said, stepping forward and sweeping Sadie to one side of him, keeping his body between her and her brother. This was between him and Sadie and he wasn’t about to let Brad push his way into the mix.
“You know,” the other man said, “I agreed with Sadie when she decided not to tell you about the girls when you were overseas….”
“Big of you to agree with her to keep my kids from me.”
“Brad,” she said.
“She did it for you,” Brad reminded him.
“Everybody’s so thoughtful,” Rick said, features hard and tight. “Doing me favors I never asked for. Hiding my children for my own good.”
Brad took a step forward. “You ungrateful—”
Rick took a step closer. “You expect me to thank you?”
“Stop it,” Sadie warned.
“What she did is between Sadie and me,” Rick told the man staring
