Wow! Kara Lennoxs BLOND JUSTICE series has it allsmart, determined heroines, ya-gotta-love-em macho heroes, taut suspense and romance that will steam your glasses while it melts your heart. Each book is a winner; together theyre pure magic.
USA TODAY bestselling author
Merline Lovelace
Dear Reader,
Theres almost nothing more stressful than a wedding. Sonya Patterson has the added stress of a mom in the hospital, a con-man groom after her millions, a reporter hunting for scandal, and the man shes loved and hated her whole life suddenly becoming more than her dutiful bodyguard.
I had a lot of fun wrapping up the BLOND JUSTICE series. If youve enjoyed watching The Blondes get the best of slippery con man Marvin Carter, youll be delighted with their brand of ultimate justice. But I hope youll also take pleasure in watching Sonya and John-Michael work through barriers of wealth, social class and a painful history to reach the happy ending they deserve.
Please let me know what you think! I love hearing from readers. Visit me at www.karalennox.com or write me at karalennox@yahoo.com.
All my best,
Out of Town Bride
Kara Lennox
www.millsandboon.co.uk
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For the Thursday Lunch-n-Starbucks crowdVictoria Chancellor, Judy Christenberry, Kay Dykes, Tammy Hilz and Rebecca Russell. Yall keep me sane.
Books by Kara Lennox
MILLS & BOON AMERICAN ROMANCE
934VIXEN IN DISGUISE*
942PLAIN JANES PLAN*
951SASSY CINDERELLA*
974FORTUNES TWINS
990THE MILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR
1052THE FORGOTTEN COWBOY
1068HOMETOWN HONEY
1081DOWNTOWN DEBUTANTE
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Prologue
Airplane seats were way too small and too crowded together. Sonya Patterson had never thought much about it before, since shed always flown first class in the past. But this was a last-minute ticket on a no-first-class kind of plane.
Shed also never flown on a commercial airline with her bodyguard, which might explain her current claustrophobia. John-Michael McPhee was a broad-shouldered, well-muscled man, and Sonya was squashed between him and a hyperactive seven-year-old whose mother was fast asleep in the row behind them.
She could smell the leather of McPhees bomber jacket. Hed had that jacket for years, and every time Sonya saw him in it, her stupid heart gave a little leap. She hated herself for letting him affect her that way. Didnt most women get over their teenage crushes by the time they were pushing thirty?
I didnt know you were a nervous flyer, McPhee said, brushing his index finger over her left hand. Sonya realized she was clutching her armrests as if the plane were about to crash.
What would he think, she wondered, if she blurted out that it wasnt the flying that made her nervous, it was being so close to him? Her mother would not approve of Sonyas messy feelings where McPhee was concerned.
Her mother. Sonyas heart ached at the thought of her vibrant mother lying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines. Muffy Lockridge Patterson was one of those women who never stopped running all day, every day, at full throttle with a to-do list a mile long. Over the years Sonya had often encouraged her mother to slow down, relax and cut back on the rich foods. But Muffy seldom took advice from anyone.
Sonya consciously loosened her grip on the armrests when McPhee nudged her again.
Shell be okay, he said softly. She was in stable condition when I left, and Tootsie was with her.
Tootsie? Is that supposed to comfort me? Tootsie Milford, Muffys best friend since boarding school, was a consummate snob who never did a kindness for anyone unless she thought she could get something out of itusually attention.
Sonya said little else to McPhee during the short flight, and he returned the favor. It was only after the limo picked them up at Hobby Airport that they spoke openly, safe from curious eavesdroppers.
Do you want to go home first? McPhee asked.
No, of course not. Tim, she said, addressing the chauffeur, lets go straight to the hospital, please.
Tim hit the gas as Sonya fastened her seat belt. McPhee, as usual, didnt bother. Sonya tried her best to ignore him. She rooted through her suede bag for her compact and busied herself powdering her nose and refreshing her lipstick. Other people might consider her vain, worrying about her appearance during a crisis. But grooming rituals had always given her comfort. That was something she and her mother shared. The world might be crashing down around her ears, but that didnt mean she had to take it with a shiny nose and flyaway hair.
Are you going to tell me what you were doing in New Orleans with your sorority sister? McPhee asked, apparently unwilling to be ignored.
So, he hadnt bought her cover story. But shed had to come up with something quickly when McPhee had tracked her down hundreds of miles away from where she was supposed to be. Shed already been caught in a bald-faced liefor weeks shed been telling her mother she was at a spa in Dallas, working out her prewedding jitters.
I was shopping in New Orleans for my trousseau, she tried again. Brennas a fashion consultant.
McPhee laughed out loud at that one. Lord help us if you start dressing like her.
All right, so Brenna was a little avant-garde with her spiky hair, miniskirts and platform shoes.
Anyway, McPhee continued, why would a fashion consultant be wanted by the FBI? Come on, Sonya, who is she? And dont tell me shes an old friend. I know all your old friends.
You think you know everything about me, dont you? Well, you dont. I met Brenna at the spa.
I checked with Elizabeth Arden. You havent been there in over three years.
I went to a different spa this time. The lies were stacking upand none of them were flying with McPhee.
He didnt respond, merely stared her down with those incongruously dark-brown eyes. His eyes had always fascinated her, so dark when his hair was blond, and so blasted knowing, as if he could see straight to her most intimate thoughts.
She resisted the urge to squirm under his gaze. She was an adult, she reminded herself. I have private reasons for my trip to New Orleans, and they dont concern you.
Very well, Miss Patterson, he said in his Jeeves-the-butler voice. Forgive me for overstepping my bounds.
She hated it when he accused her of acting like mistress of the manor. She wasnt the class-conscious one around here, after all. In fact, shed once tried to erase the social and financial barriers that separated them. McPhee was the one who had erected most of those barriers, making them more unbreachable than a twenty-foot concrete wall.
What are you going to do about the wedding? McPhee asked, abruptly changing tacks. Its only two months away.
Sonya felt a hot flush at the mention of the wedding. Oh, Lord, she should have called it off a long time ago. Well consider the wedding on hold until we have an idea when my mother will recover.
I think thats wise.
You sound almost pleased. I thought you were looking forward to being unemployed. Muffy had agreed that, much as it pained her, McPhees services would no longer be needed after Sonya was married.
I dont plan to be unemployed, McPhee said curtly. You might want to talk to June. Shell have to find a way to announce the wedding postponement without raising any alarms. June was her mothers secretary, who always dealt with anything having to do with the media.
Has the press been nosing around? Sonya asked.
June issued a statement that Mrs. Patterson was going in for routine tests. But theres been one persistent magazine reporter who isnt buying it.
Let me guess. Leslie Frazier?
Thats the one.
Ugh. Leslie Frazier had a nose for scandal, and she worked for Houston Living, a gossipy society magazine. If she got wind of Sonyas disappearing act, shed have a field day. And when she found out the truththat the marriage would never take place at all, followed by the truth about her purported fiancé, Marvin Carter IIIshe would turn Sonya into a laughingstock.
Sonya knew she couldnt stop the real story from coming out eventually. It was only a matter of time. But she wished she could have some control over how and when the news broke.
The truth was, Marvin Carter III was a con man with multiple fiancées. Weeks earlier, Marvin had disappeared from Sonyas life, along with her jewelry, her furs and all her money.
Yet she hadnt found the courage to tell her mother shed been jilted and fleeced, and wedding plans continued like a runaway train.
Chapter One
Two weeks later John-Michael McPhee watched Sonya silently for a few moments. She sat at her mothers bedside, holding Muffys limp hand, head bowed. Her artfully highlighted blond hair, which she usually kept pinned up in some elaborate arrangement, had long ago fallen from its confines and now hung in shimmering waves to her shoulders, reminding him of when she was a teenager.
At first, it had seemed that Muffy would recover quickly from her heart attack. Shed been doing so well, in fact, that Sonya had felt it was okay to leave town for a couple of days to help her mysterious new friend, Brenna, out of a jam up in Dallas. But as soon as Sonya had returned, Muffy had undergone bypass surgery, and her recovery hadnt gone well. Shed contracted a persistent infection that had kept her in Intensive Care.
John-Michael hadnt seen Sonya so devastated since her fathers death when she was ten. Back then, the transformation of that bright, sunny chatterbox to the thin, solemn, pale little wraith floating about the estate had nearly broken his teenage heart, and hed tried everything in his power to make her happy again.
Now, however, there wasnt much he could do; she wasnt a child to be distractedespecially not by him. He was one of her least favorite people these days.
He cleared his throat. Sonya looked over at him, for once open and vulnerable. She hadnt expressed that much feeling in yearsnot around him, anyway.
You really should go home and get some sleep, John-Michael said. Sonya had been sitting by Muffys bedside for almost twenty-four hours.
But she woke up and spoke to me a few minutes ago. She said she wassorry for getting sick so close to my wedding. Sonyas eyes filled with tears. That was the first thing she wanted to say to me.
John-Michael felt the urge to put his arms around Sonya and comfort her. He knew she felt guilty for being gone when her mother was suddenly struck ill, and for not returning his urgent calls. And there was no one else she could turn to for comfort. Muffy and Sonya had no other family. They had no siblings in either generation.
But Sonya would not welcome comfort from him.
Her fiancé should be with her now, John-Michael thought with a surge of anger. But Marvin, the insensitive lout, was halfway around the globe and apparently couldnt be bothered.
Your mother wouldnt want you to wear yourself to a frazzle, John-Michael said.
Im staying, she said stubbornly. If youre tired, go on home. Ill be fine.
John-Michael gritted his teeth. For ten years hed hovered over Sonya, knowing her whereabouts at all times. Hed followed her at a discreet distance whenever she dated; hed slept in his car outside strange houses when shed elected to spend the night away from home. Hed sat in doctors waiting rooms and outside college classrooms, watching as she lived her life, wondering if he would ever get to live his.
Sonya hadnt needed a bodyguard. Shed never been threatened or stalked, and she was in no more danger than any other wealthy young woman. But Muffy couldnt bear to take chances with her only daughter, not after her husband had been kidnapped and killed, targeted due to his wealth. The murderers were safely in prison, but Muffy worried it could happen again.
It wasnt likely John-Michael would abandon Sonya now, when Muffy was lying in Intensive Care.
Instead, he resumed his vigil on a padded bench in the ICU waiting area, a bench hed been warming on and off since the day he brought Sonya here from New Orleans.
Thirty minutes later, Sonya emerged from the ICU. The nurses kicked me out. I guess Ive been trying their patience, abusing their visitors rules.