Ann Major
A Scandal So Sweet
A book in the Cowboy For Every Mood series, 2012
Dear Reader,
When youre an author, occasionally you write a story that grips you more profoundly than some of your others. A Scandal So Sweet is such a book.
When I read, I enjoy escaping to worlds of grand passion and enduring romance. Maybe thats why Ive written so many stories of reunited lovers.
We all have those people in our lives we never forget. My lovers in A Scandal So Sweet have never succeeded in forgetting one another. Torn apart by scandal and betrayal in their youth, they become driven people who are both immensely successful in their careers, but their lives feel incomplete until they meet again.
Their passion reignites in an instant, and despite all the reasons they should remain apart, they find themselves irresistibly attracted to the love that is most dangerous for them.
Ann
A special thank-you to Stacy Boyd, my editor, for her patience and brilliance.
A special thank-you to Nicole, a fan who sent me an email encouraging me while writing this book.
And a thank-you to Ted.
Prologue
Houston, Texas
A mans life could change in a heartbeat.
Seven days ago Zach Torr had been in the Bahamas, elated to be closing the biggest deal of his career. Then hed received an emergency call about his uncle.
The one person whod held Zachs back these past fifteen years was gone.
Now, still dressed in the suit hed worn to give his uncles eulogy, Zach stood on the same narrow girder from which his uncle had fallen. He stared fearlessly down at his contractors, bulldozers, generators, cranes and men, big tough men, who appeared smaller than ants in their yellow hard hats sixty-five stories below.
Zach was a tall man with thick black hair and wide shoulders; a man his competitors swore was as ruthless as the fiercest jungle predator. The women hed left behind agreed, saying hed walked out on them without ever looking back.
Normally, his eyes were colder than black ice. Today they felt moist and stung. How had Uncle Zachery felt when hed stood here for the last time?
A shudder went through Zach. Men who walked iron were no less afraid of heights than other men.
The chill breeze buffeting him whipped his tie against his face, almost causing him to step backward. He froze, caught his balancehissed in a breath. A sneeze or a slip-was that how it had happened? Up here the smallest mistake could be fatal.
Had Uncle Zachery jumped? Been startled by a bird? Been pushed? Suffered a heart attack? Or simply fallen as the foreman had said? Zach would never know for sure.
As Uncle Zacherys sole heir, Zach had endured several tough interviews with the police.
The newspaper coverage had been more critical of him than usual because hed stayed in the Bahamas to close the deal before coming home.
He hated the invasion of the limelight, hated being written about by idiots who went for the jugular with or without the facts.
Because the fact was, for Zach, the world had gone dark after that phone call.
When hed been nineteen and in trouble with the law for something he hadnt done, Uncle Zachery had come back to Louisiana from the Middle East, where hed been building a city for a sheik. Uncle Zachery had saved him. If not for his uncle, Zach would still be serving hard time.
Houston-bred, Zach had been cast out of town by his beautiful stepmother after his fathers death. Her reason-shed wanted everything. His father had naively assumed shed be generous with his sixteen-year-old son and had left her his entire fortune.
If it hadnt been for Nick Landry, a rough Louisiana shrimper whod found Zach in a gutter after hed been beaten by his stepmothers goons, Zach might not have survived. Nick had taken Zach to his shack in Bonne Terre, Louisiana, where Zach had spent three years.
It was in Bonne Terre where hed met the girl hed given his heart and soul to. It was in Bonne Terre where hed been charged with statutory rape. And it was in Bonne Terre where the girl hed loved had stood silently by while he was tried and condemned.
Fortunately, thats when Uncle Zachery had returned. Hed discovered his sister-in-laws perfidy, tracked Zach to Louisiana, gone up against the town of Bonne Terre and won. Hed brought Zach back to Houston, educated him and put him to work. With his powerful uncle behind him, Zach had become one of the richest men in America.
His cell phone vibrated. He strode off the girder and to the lift, taking the call as he descended.
To his surprise it was Nick Landry.
Zach, I feel bad about your uncle, yes. I be calling you to offer my condolences. I read about you in the papers. I be as proud as a papa of your accomplishments, yes.
So many people had called this past week, but this call meant everything. For years, Zach had avoided Nick and anything to do with Bonne Terre, Louisiana, but the warmth in Nicks rough voice cheered him.
Its good to hear from you.
Ive missed you, yes. And maybe you miss me a little, too? I dont go out in the boat so often now. I tell people it be because the fishin aint so good like it used to be, but maybe its just me and my boat, were gettin old.
Zachs eyes burned as he remembered the dark brown waters of the bayou and how hed loved to watch the herons skim low late in the evening as the mist came up from the swamp.
Ive missed you, too, yes, he said softly. I didnt know how much-until I heard your voice. It takes me back.
Not all his memories of Bonne Terre were bad.
So why dont you come to Bonne Terre and see this old man before he falls off his shrimp boat and the crabs eat him?
I will.
Well go shrimpin just like old times.
After some quick goodbyes, Zach hung up, feeling better than he had in a week.
Maybe it was time to go back to Bonne Terre.
Then he thought about the Louisiana girl hed once loved-blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful Summer, with the sweet, innocent face and the big dreams. The girl whod torn out his heart.
She lived in New York now, a Broadway actress. Unlike him, she was the presss darling. Her pictures were everywhere.
Did she ever come hometo Bonne Terre?
Maybe it was time he found out.
One
Eight Months Later
Bonne Terre, Louisiana
Zach Torr was back in town, stirring up trouble for her, and because he was, a tumult of dark emotions consumed her.
Summer Wallace parked her rental car in front of Grams rambling, two-story home. Sighing because she dreaded the thought of tangling with her grandmother and her brother over Zach, she took her time gathering her bag, her purse and her briefcase. Then she saw the loose pages of her script on the floorboard and the slim white Bible she kept with her always. Picking them up, she jammed them into her briefcase.
When she finally slammed the door and headed toward the house she saw Silas, Grams black-and-white cat, napping in the warm shade beneath the crape myrtle.
You lazy old thing.
A gentle wind swayed in the dogwood and jasmine, carrying with it the steamy, aromatic scent of the pine forest that fringed her grandmothers property. Not that Summer was in the mood to enjoy the lush, verdant, late-August beauty of her childhood home. No, she was walking through the sweltering heat toward a sure argument with Gram. About Zach, of all people.
Fifteen years ago, when shed run away after her mothers death, shed felt sure he was out of her life forever.
Then Gram had called a week ago.
It had been late, and Summer had been dead on her feet from workshopping an important new play.
Youll never guess whos making a big splash here in Bonne Terre, buying up property to develop into a casino, Gram had said in a sly tone.
Gram had a habit of calling late and dropping her little bombs in a seemingly innocent way, so, wary, Summer had sunk into her favorite chair and curled up to await the explosion.
And who do you think bought the old Thibodeaux place and hired your brother Tuck as his pool boy and all-around gopher? her grandmother had asked.
Tuck had a job? This should have been good news. Gram had been worried about him after his latest run-in with Sheriff Arcenaux. But somehow Summer had known the news wouldnt be good.
Okay! Who?
Zach Torr.
Summer had frozen. Her brother, who had poor judgment in nearly every area of his life, could not work for Zach, who couldnt possibly have her familys best interests at heart. Not after what had happened. Not when their names would be forever linked in the eyes of the media and, therefore, the world.
Shed become too famous and he too rich, and their tragic youthful love affair was too juicy. And every time the story was rehashed, it always surprised her how much it still hurt, even though she was seen as the innocent victim and he the villain.
From time to time, shed read about how hard and cold he was now. Shed never forget the story about how ruthlessly hed taken revenge on his stepmother.
Any new connection between Zach and her family was a disaster in the making.
Youre not the only former resident of Bonne Terre whos famous, you know.
Summers breath had caught in her throat as shed struggled to take the news in.
Zachs a billionaire now.
Summer had already known that, of course. Everybody knew that.
Even so, hes not too busy to stop by to play Hearts with an old lady when hes in townor to tell me how Tucks doing on the job.
Zach had been taking the time to play cards with Gram? To personally report on Tuck, his pool boy? This was bad.
Gram, hes just trying to get to me.
Maybe this isnt about you. You two were finished fifteen years ago.
Yes, it had been fifteen years. But it was about her. She was sure of it.
Summer had tried to make Gram understand why Tuck had to quit his job, but Gram, whod been exasperated by all the stunts Tuck had pulled ever since high school, had refused to hear anything against Zach, whom she now saw as her knight in shining armor. Then shed punched Summers guilt button.
You never come home, and Zachs visits are fun. Hes awful good with Tuck. Why, the other night he and Nick took Tuck shrimping.
A billionaire in a shrimp boat?
Yes, well he did buy Nick a brand-new boat, and his men are remodeling Nicks shack. And you should see Zach. Hes lean and fit and more handsome than ever.