Well played! Admiration danced in Coles blue eyes. You helped convince Becca Im off the marketI could kiss you.
Kate inhaled sharply, but it didnt seem to put any air in her lungs. Its, ah, probably best if you dont. She started to take a step backward.
Oh, I dont know. His voice dropped lower. Beccas got spies everywhere.
Cole, I Her voice was husky, unfamiliar. Though he was no longer touching her, he stood so close her thoughts were short-circuiting. Could she allow herself to kiss him in the name of convincing Becca he was taken? A flimsy excuse, at best, but so tempting. She swallowed. I have to go.
Can I call you later? We didnt finish our conversation.
She lifted up on her toes, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. It was a peck, nothing more, but effervescent giddiness fizzed through her. Shed surprised herselfand she could tell from his sudden, absolute stillness that shed shocked him.
Just in case any of Beccas spies are watching, she murmured.
Falling for the Sheriff
Tanya Michaels
www.millsandboon.co.uk
TANYA MICHAELS, a New York Times bestselling author and five-time RITA® Award nominee, has been writing love stories since middle school algebra class (which probably explains her maths grades). Her books, praised for their poignancy and humor, have received awards from readers and reviewers alike. Tanya is an active member of Romance Writers of America and a frequent public speaker. She lives outside Atlanta with her very supportive husband, two highly imaginative kids and a bichon frisé who thinks shes the center of the universe.
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Contents
Cover
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Extract
Copyright
Prologue
Kate Sullivan had barely spoken on the ride from the middle school to the house. Shed worried that if she opened her mouth to say something, she would start yelling. Or crying. Neither seemed like a good idea while driving.
As they walked in through the garage door that led to the kitchen, her thirteen-year-old son, Luke, broke the tense silence. I know youre pis
Language! She spared him a maternal glare over her shoulder.
I know youre mad, he amended. The patronizing emphasis he put on the word was the verbal equivalent of rolling his eyes. But it really wasnt my fault this time.
Lord, how she wanted to believe him. But the fact that he had to qualify his declaration of innocence with this time underscored the severity of his recent behavior problems. As an elementary school music teacher, Kate worked with kids every day. How was it that she could control a roomful of forty students but not her own son? Over the past few months, shed received phone calls about Luke fighting, lying and cutting classes. And now hed been suspended!
If Damon were alive...
Her husband, a Houston police officer killed in the line of duty, had been dead for two years. Sometimes, standing here in the familiar red-tiled kitchen, she could still smell the coffee he started every day with, still hear the comforting rumble of his voice. But no amount of wishing him back would change her situation.
She didnt need the imaginary assistance of a ghost. What she needed was a concrete plan. Maybe something radical, because God knew, nothing shed tried so far had worked, not even the aid of professional therapists.
It wasnt my knife, Luke continued. It was Bobbys.
Fourteen-year-old Bobby Rowe and his hard-edged, disrespectful peers were part of the problem.
Which I tried to tell the jackass principal.
Kate slammed her hand down on the counter. You will not talk about people like that! And you arent going back to that school. It was a spur of the moment declaration, fraught with logistical complicationsshe could hardly homeschool and keep her job at the same timebut the minute she heard the words out loud, she knew deep down that a new environment was the right call. She had to get him away from kids like Bobby and away from teachers who were predisposed to believe the worst of Luke because of his recent history.
Not going back? His golden-brown eyes widened. Hed inherited what Damon used to call her lioness coloring, tawny blond hair and amber eyes. I only got suspended for two days. I cant miss the last three weeks of school.
Maybe not, she conceded, but I dont have to send you back there next fall.
But its my last year before high school. All my friends are there!
Youll make new ones. Non-knife-wielding friends.
Youre really going to send me somewhere different for eighth grade just because you dont like Bobby?
No, kid, this is because I dont like youat least, not the person he was on the path to becoming. She loved her son, but on the worst days, she wanted to shake this angry strangers shoulders and demand to know what hed done with her generous-natured, artistic Luke.
I wont get in trouble for the rest of the school year, he vowed desperately.
Good. But that wont change my mind. She glanced around the kitchen with new eyes. Maybe they could both use a fresh start, more than just a school transfer. Shed stayed in this house after Damon was shot because Luke had suffered such a jarring loss; she hadnt wanted to yank him away from his home and friends. Yet, within six months, hed found an entirely different group of friends anyway. He no longer associated with the kids whod known the Sullivans as a whole and intact family. Were moving.
What? Houston is our home. This was Dads home! He wouldnt want us to leave.
Hed want me to do whatever is best for you. And Damon would have wanted her to have help. She wasnt too proud to admit she needed some.
Her father, a professor at the University of Houstons anthropology department, was sweet in a detached, absent way, but he was better with ancient civilizations than living people. Damons parents adored her, but theyd retired to an active senior community in Florida a year before their son was killed. Since she and Damon had both been only children, that left her with just one other close relative. Gram. Affection and a sense of peace she hadnt felt in a long time warmed her.
She closed her eyes, breathing in the memory of summers past. When her father had gone on digs between semesters, shed stayed with Gram and Grandpa on their small farm. Those idyllic months in the town of Cupids Bow, Texas, had soothed her soul. Chasing fireflies, tending tomatoes in the garden, fishing in the pond, helping make homemade ice cream to put on Grams award-winning apple pie...
Although Grandpa had died last year, Gram was still in Cupids Bow and as feisty as ever. Shed mentioned, though, that it was becoming more difficult to take care of the place by herself and frequently complained that she didnt get to see enough of Kate and Luke. What if they moved in with her? It could benefit all three of them.
Or maybe it would be a horrible idea.
Kate had to try, though. If things didnt change, she could too easily imagine Luke growing into the same kind of thug whod killed his father. It was time for drastic action.
Cupids Bow, here we come.
Chapter One
When Sheriff Cole Trent walked into his house the second Saturday of June, he was met in the living room by three irate females. It was only six in the evening, but from the looks he was getting, one would think hed been out all night. Mirroring their grandmother, his five-year-old twins had their hands on their slim hips and their lips pursed. The family resemblance was unmistakable, although the girls were blonde like the mother whod run out on them instead of dark-haired like Gayle and Cole.
He sighed. I know Im a little later than anticipated, but
A lot late, Mandy corrected.
Alyssas blue eyes were watery. You promised to take us swimming.
I didnt promise. I said Id try. Lately, not even trying his hardest seemed like enough. Once the girls had started kindergarten, theyd become hyperaware that they didnt have a mommy like most of their classmates. Last months Mother Day had been particularly rough. Maybe we can go to the pool tomorrow. For now, how about I take you out for barbecue? He made the offer not just to appease the girls but because he was too worn out to cook.
After a morning testifying in county court and an afternoon of mind-numbing paperwork, Coles plans to get home early were derailed by the Breelan brothers, three hotheads who never should have gone into business together. The shopkeeper who worked next to their garage had called Cole with a complaint that the Breelans were trying to kill each other. After throwing a few punchesand an impact wrenchLarry Breelan was spending the night in a cell. Deputy Thomas was on duty to make sure neither of Larrys younger brothers tried to bust him out. Or tried to sneak in and murder him, depending on their mood.
Gayle Trent shook her head. Out to eat again? When was the last time these poor girls had a home-cooked meal?
Lifelong respect for his mother kept him from rolling his eyes at her dramatic tone, but just barely. I made them fruit-face pancakes for breakfast. And two nights ago we had dinner at your house. With Jace and William, he reminded her. Shed spent so much conversational energy trying to fix up Cole with various single women that she might not have noticed his brothers were even there.
She continued as if he hadnt spoken. Speaking of home-cooked meals... Do you remember my friend Joan who owns the little farm down by Whippoorwill Creek? Were in quilting club together and shes signed up to help me inventory donations for the festival auction. The four-day Watermelon Festival every July was one of the towns biggest annual events.
Cole had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. From the gleam in his mothers eye, she clearly wanted something, and he doubted it was for him to donate an item to auction.
He cleared his throat. Girls, why dont you go brush your hair and find your shoes so we can leave? As they scampered off to the far-flung corners of the house to search for the shoes that were always mysteriously disappearing, he returned his attention to his mother, as wary as if he were investigating suspicious noises in a dark alley. So, whats this about your friend Joan?
Her granddaughter, who used to summer here as a kid, is moving to Cupids Bow with her son. We thought it would be neighborly if you and the girls joined us at the farm for a nice Sunday dinner tomorrow. Joans inviting other people, too. Its a welcome party, she added, not a romantic setup.
Would you swear to that during a polygraph test?
Are you calling your own mother a liar? she asked, looking highly wounded while evading his question. Not everything is about your love life, you know. Joans great-grandson wont have many chances to meet kids until school starts again in the fall. Im sure hed love to meet the girls. And theyd have fun, too. They were bored silly cooped up in the house with me all afternoon. Joans farm is like a petting zoo.
Mom, I
The cordless phone on the end table rang, temporarily cutting off his words. Gayle glanced at the display, then smirked in his direction. Becca Johnston.
His stomach sank at mention of the PTA president whod been relentlessly pursuing him since her divorce was finalized. Tell her Im not here.
And I can also tell Joan youll be there for the dinner party tomorrow? Without waiting for his response, she picked up the phone. Hello? Oh, hi, Becca. She paused pointedly, one eyebrow raised.
Later, he and his mom were going to discuss the laws prohibiting extortion. For now, he gave a sharp nod, exiting the room to change into civilian clothes and get his girls out of there before his mother talked him into anything else.
Behind him, he heard Gayle say, Sorry, dear. You just missed him.
* * *
WEREGOINGTO live out here? Lukes voice reverberated with horror as he stared through the passenger window.
The movie hed been watching on his tablet had ended a few minutes ago and he seemed to be truly registering their surroundings for the first time. During the peaceful stretch when hed had his earbuds in, Kate had taken the opportunity to remind herself of all the reasons this relocation was going to be wonderful for them. Sure, Kate didnt have a job yetand Cupids Bow Elementary wasnt exactly a rapidly growing schoolbut she still had paychecks coming through the summer. She could give voice lessons or piano lessons if she got Grams old upright tuned.