A Buckhorn Bachelor (2 page)

Dubious, she shifted her gaze to her own shoulder, rolled it, and said, “I don't know about delicate, but I do burn easily. So yes to the sunscreen. And now...about that wicked imagination of yours?”

A shadow fell across them and Adam looked up to see his cousin, Amber, staring down at them. Hands on her hips, a frown on her face, she chastised him with nothing more than a look of extreme disappointment.

Knowing he was caught, Adam sat up, winced at the new tightness in his shorts, and dropped his elbows to his knees. “What's up, Amber?”

“You're causing a spectacle.”

Issy, too, sat up. “We are?”

“
He
is.”

“I'm with him.” She gave a slow smile. “And honestly, Amber, I sort of like the idea of bein' a spectacle for once.”

CHAPTER TWO

A
DAM
PACED
IN
front of the grill where fresh corn on the cob filled the air with mouth-watering scents. People lined up twenty deep, waiting to buy an ear. His cousins Shohn and Garrett ran the grill, but in five minutes he'd take over for Shohn.

Where was Isabella?

He'd had to leave her alone with Amber, and God knew no good would come from that. He adored Amber, everyone did, but the girl did like to meddle. Big time. And she'd looked disapproving, so heaven only knew where her unwelcome meddling would lead this time.

Naturally he knew why she'd been disapproving. Amber had a favorite, very insulting narrative she used to describe his preference for variety.

“You skate through women like it's a sport.”

How many times had she given him that complaint? Usually he laughed at her.

He didn't feel like laughing this time.

Would she encourage Isabella to find a different guy? One more settled? A man who'd be better relationship material?

If Issy even wanted that.

Picking up a leftover guy at a town carnival didn't sound like anything serious to him. But he'd never gotten the impression that Issy was the “fast and easy” type, either. Everything about her screamed “nice girl,” the type you brought home to meet your mom.

Adam knew
his
mom would love her.

He shouldn't care about Issy's plans, but he'd already worked himself up about it and—

Shohn shoved an apron at him. “Your turn.”

Drawn from his thoughts, Adam eyed the utilitarian apron and shoved it back at Shohn. “I'm ready.”

Shohn looked him over, caught his arm, and dragged him a few feet away to say, “I heard you were making out with Isabella Presley right in front of God and sundry.”

What the hell?
“We weren't
making out
.” He scoffed. “We were talking.”

“Horizontal talking? With you stroking her face?”

Snatching the apron back, Adam tied it on just to give himself something to do other than look guilty. “Horizontal, yes.” As Shohn's eyes widened, Adam clarified, “On a picnic quilt, resting in the shade. But I wasn't
stroking
her.” He'd wanted to. All over. With hands and lips...

But he'd managed to refrain that much.

“We were talking, period.” About getting laid.

Or maybe it was laying each other.

Issy had put him into such a blind tailspin, he couldn't even remember everything he'd said.

“All right, don't blow a gasket. I just wondered.” Shohn smiled at an elderly couple who strolled past, then laughed at two grade school boys who flew by with blue cotton candy faces and excitement in their eyes. “If I hadn't heard about her shaking off the old-maid mantle, I might not have thought anything of it. But word has it that Isabella is looking to take a turn on the wild side.”

Adam stared at him, horrified, suspicious, and damn it, a little jealous. “What are you talking about?”

“Rumors, that's all.” Shohn whacked him on the shoulder. “Don't give it another thought.”

Like he'd be able to think about anything else now? “Where'd you hear these so-called rumors?”

“From Amber.”

Well, that explained nothing. Everyone knew Amber had very odd ideas about things—and often saw what others didn't.

His thoughts churning, Adam watched Shohn walk away.

“Hey, a little help here?”

He turned to see Garrett overwhelmed with a hungry horde looking for corn. “Right, sorry.” With the apron in place, he stepped in and for the next half hour they served over a hundred ears of corn. Finally, once the band started playing from the stage at the other end of the lot, the crowd headed in a new direction.

“Wow.” After dousing his face in icy water from the cooler, Garrett used a hand towel to dry off. “Between the heat of the grill and that broiling sun, I'm feeling as roasted as the corn.”

“Yeah.” Distracted, Adam fished out a chunk of ice and used it on the back of his neck. It helped a little, but with his imagination again on Isabella, what she might be doing—and who she might plan on doing it with—he was still too hot.

“May I?”

At the sound of that twangy voice, he jerked around and there she was, smiling at him. The evening sun gilded her gorgeous hair, highlighting the red and showing the richness of it. Her eyes were so very blue, her pale skin flushed. Between her breasts, her dress was slightly damp.

Adam felt himself reacting and didn't understand it.
What was it about her?
Besides her hotness. And teasing. And sweet little body...

She turned to Garrett. “He does this often, sort of goes off in his own head. Has your family ever had him tested?”

Amusement thick in his tone, Garrett said, “I don't think so, but I can make the recommendation.”

“Might be a good idea.” She looked at Adam again, tilted her head, then held out a hand. “The ice?”

He got it together and fetched her a fresh chunk. Anxious to see what she'd do, he stepped to the edge of the booth and braced his hands on the top beside the butter and salt.

Right there, in front of everyone—which mostly was just him and Garrett—she tipped her head back and rolled that ice over her throat and upper chest.

Lord have mercy
.

“It is so hot.” Lifting her ponytail, she tipped her head forward and teased the ice down her nape. A droplet trailed along her slender throat, over her shoulder and onto her chest. “Oh, that's better. Nice.”

Adam swallowed.

After an elbow to the ribs and a sly grin, Garrett said, “I think I'll take a break. Man the fort, okay?”

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” He peeled off his apron and stepped out of the booth to close in on Issy. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Coolin' down.”

While heating him up. “You look like you're making a porno.”

Her eyes flared...with delight. “I do?” She flashed her glance around but now that Garrett had booked, no one was close. “I was...sexy? Seriously?”

How the hell could she not know that? “You're getting me hard.”

She started to look down.

Adam put his fingers under her chin, keeping her gaze on his face. If she looked, there'd be no “getting” to it. He'd have a full-fledged boner. “What's more, I think you know it.”

“I didn't, but thank you for tellin' me.” She licked her lips. “I've been tryin' to watch other ladies, to see how they flirt. Your cousin gave me some pointers.”

He dropped his hand, blinked, drew a breath—and had to ask. “Amber?”

“Yes. She knows somethin' about everythin', doesn't she?”

“Sure thinks she does.” Scowling, Adam looked around but didn't see Amber anywhere. He zeroed back in on Issy. “It's not a great idea to take advice from her.”

“Then from whom should I take it?” She stepped closer, tipping her head back to keep eye contact. “You?”

The breeze was long gone, but as the sun faded behind the hills the heat lost its edge, making the evening air feel more tolerable. Still hot, but not so smothering. Around them, the carnival lights flickered on.

Feeling like they were talking about things other than advice, Adam said, “I offered, remember?”

“I remember that you failed to specify exactly what you were offerin'.”

Anything you want
. But maybe he should stop being so eager. Maybe he'd do better to tease back a little. Going with that plan, he said, “You could start by practicing your flirting skills on me.”

“Oh, I
love
that idea.” Smiling, she slowly touched his chest, stroked with her fingertips, lowered her lashes, and asked, “How's that?”

Hell, he felt that light touch clear down to his shorts. After clearing his throat, he said, “Effective.”
He sounded like a strangling frog
.

“So if I seek out other guys tonight...” She walked her fingers back up his chest to his shoulder. “...you think I'd be successful?”

“At
what?
”

“I'm lonely,” she complained with a sexy pout, her fingers still on the move, now teasing the damp ends of hair over his nape. “I need company, no matter how temporary.”

Suspicious, unaccountably irate, Adam clarified, “Company, meaning sex?”

She smiled in a very provocative way. “That'd depend on the guy and how things progressed.”

Not happening
. Adam claimed her hand with his, brought it down to his chest and flattened her palm over his heart. “How about you slow your roll on that?”

Ferris wheel lights glittered in her eyes.

Or maybe that was a pissed-off glitter. Hard to know.

“So tell me, Sugar, you plannin' to
slow your roll
tonight?”

“If I'm with you, sure.”
What the hell was he saying?
“Instead of you running off to sleep with some nameless—”
and lucky
“—dude, how about we enjoy the carnival? You can keep flirting. I'll tell you what works.” Which so far had been everything. “And in the meantime we could have some fun.” Not the type of fun he'd really like to have, but at the moment, he enjoyed her company enough that he could make a concession.

“Hmm.”

Watching her take her own sweet time thinking about his offer bugged Adam big time. It should've been an easy decision. By now, other women would have said-

“Okay.”

He released a tense breath.

“On one condition.”

His teeth locked and he cocked a brow in query.

Looking very stern and determined, she said, “End of the night, no matter how things go otherwise, I at least get a kiss.”

Whoa. After the craziness of this current interaction with her, Adam refused to make assumptions. “From who?”

“Why, from
you
, silly.”

He forgot they were in the open, that kids and their parents milled around them. Neighbors and teachers. The principal. Members of the school board.

His own meddling family.

All he could think about was getting his mouth on hers.

Catching her narrow waist in his hands, Adam slowly drew her in. “If it's to be guaranteed, why save it for the end of the night? We could just start right off with—”

“There you are.” Amber swooped in with Noel Poet in tow. Far too enthusiastically, she pulled Issy away and locked her to her side. “I've been looking all over for you, Isabella. Noel has some men for you to meet.”

What the hell?
Adam narrowed his eyes on Noel.

Noel immediately held up his hands. “Not my doing.”

“Don't be modest,” Amber said, flipping her long dark braid. “Noel easily racked up three guys, all of them perfect.”

Damn it, he'd been about to kiss her. The last thing he wanted was for Amber to whisk her off to some other guy.

With biting irritation, Adam asked, “Perfect for
what?
”

At almost the same time, Issy said, “Really? For me?”

“Uh...” Noel looked like he wanted to make a run for it—until Amber took his hand. Then the putz melted.

It seemed to Adam that Amber and Noel made a most unlikely pair. But whether they admitted or not, that's what they seemed to be—sort of.

As a firefighter, Noel worked with Amber's brother, Garrett, which was where Amber had met him. Since then they'd been dancing around each other, not really a declared couple, but at every big community function they ended up together.

Amber had long dark hair and blue eyes.

Noel was blond with brown eyes.

But the contrasts didn't end with their appearances. Where Noel seemed quietly contained and often far too serious, Amber was bold, incredibly outspoken and carefree.

Sure, she was pretty enough to reel in any guy, but he'd assumed Noel had enough backbone to keep from being drawn into her scheming.

When Amber only smiled, Adam grated, “What guys?”

Shaking his head, Noel said to Amber, “I think we're interrupting.”

“Don't be silly.”

Noel said evenly, “I am never silly.”

Amber just smiled at him. “Isabella already asked for my recommendations, and I'm giving them.” Her gaze raked over Adam. “And that's that.”

Issy laughed. “Well, I don't suppose it'd hurt for me to take a little look, now would it?”

Of all the... Adam narrowed his eyes. “You can't be serious.”

“I'll be right back,” she promised, and patted his chest—like he was a damned wayward mutt.

Stunned, Adam stared down at her. He had no idea what to say, so he said nothing.

Issy waited, but with his extended silence her smile faltered, and finally she looked away. “Noel? Are you ready?”

Very ill at ease, Noel hitched his chin. “Sure.”

“I'll join you in a minute,” Amber told them.

Still disbelieving, Adam watched Issy walk away, her hand in the crook of Noel's elbow, until he couldn't see her anymore.

“So,” Amber started.

“Forget it.” Beyond peeved at her, Adam headed back into the booth. She'd already done enough. No way in hell would he listen to some half-baked lecture from her.

Of course she followed.

“She's all wrong for you, Adam.”

He leveled a sharp look on her. “Contrary to what every wimp in the county tells you, you do not know everything.”

It was never easy to put a dent in Amber's confidence. “I realize that. But I do know
you
. And I also know Isabella.”

Folding his arms over his chest, his temper on the rise, Adam said, “So what? You think I'd break her heart or something?”

She gave a surprised laugh that she quickly muffled with a cough. “No, I wasn't concerned about that.”