Lifestyles of the Witch & Famous (4 page)

“She meant it as a
compliment
.” And there was nothing Satanic about it. A little sinful, maybe. It referred to his prowess in the dark, under the—

Oh, never mind what it referred to. How did they get off on this tangent, anyway?

“Forget it. We’re discussing Molly Leigh, not my ex-wives.” His chest expanded with an aggravated breath as he stared up into the endless blue beyond the dome, then let his gaze lower, slowly, to the woman and children on the white sand beach.

As he watched, Molly ruffled the twins’ red hair and rubbed their little backs while they clung to her. Then she beckoned to the boy with the St. Bernard. Steve’s namesake that one had to be. The boy hesitated an instant, then dropped the leash and ran into her waiting arms, joining his brothers in the group hug. Very touching. Snow White and the three dwarves.

Tyler’s throat tightened at the sight, and he rapidly rethought his idea. Maybe he didn’t need this chick around, after all. Why would he want this kind of competition with his nephews?

“Well, if you want my opinion, the kids look healthy, so she’s apparently done okay with them so far,” Barry said, sounding blissfully unaware of the mental stew boiling nearby. “And I’ve talked with her enough on the phone to believe she honestly cares about them.”

“So you mentioned before.” Even more, it looked like the kids cared about her. Not that Tyler blamed them. What male of any age wouldn’t be smitten by a woman like that?

There lay the problem. If he wanted his nephews raised the right way – his way –
he
had to be the primary influence in their lives. Which he could see now would never happen with Molly Leigh in the picture. With her around, he’d be lucky to have
any
influence. It might be a little rough on the boys at first being separated from her, but they’d adjust. He’d lost his mother when he was the twins’ age, and he’d adjusted. Molly wasn’t their mother anyway. They called her “aunt,” he’d been told, but she wasn’t even that. This was for their own good.

The tightness in Tyler’s throat began to feel more like a noose around his neck. Yeah, a governess like her would be disaster. She’d end up
governing
way too much. It had been a dumb-ass idea from the start. He’d been thinking with his libido again, and his libido always thought wrong. Six failed marriages were proof of that.

And, no, damn it, he wasn’t jealous of the obvious affection the boys had for her. Affection that he wanted… Needed?

Aw, screw it. He just didn’t want
his
nephews raised by some flaky little…little
witch
. Which rhymed with another female epithet, and she was probably one of those, too; the good-looking ones always were. He was simply guarding the kids’ welfare, doing what was best for them. He was—

Molly turned, and he saw her face. Even worse, he felt sure she saw him, too, despite the partial veil of vines. Her eyes struck his like an electric shock jolting through him. Tyler groaned at the impact.

Oh, God…

He was lost, that’s what he was.

Beside him, Barry panted like a dog. “Zowie! Be still my beating heart!” He slapped a hand over his chest. “Hey, Ty, don’t look now, but I think we’ve been spotted. Time to greet the gang. Do you wanna make the job offer, or shall I?”

“What offer?” The words came out strained and hoarse. Tyler couldn’t tear his gaze away from Molly’s, could barely hear over the thunder in his ears. Was that the pounding of his pulse?

Barry’s voice sounded through the din. “The governess’s job. I assume that
is
what this discussion is about, right? You’re going to offer her the position.”

“Nope.” Tyler had a better position in mind for her.
Under
him for starters. Then they could move on to a sensual smorgasbord of others. He knew lots. And he was determined to try every one of them with the bewitching Molly Leigh.

“I’m going to marry her,” he announced, and reached to sweep the vines aside in order to step through them.

“Whoa!”

A heavy grip on his shoulder reined him in, and he turned to meet Barry’s censoring stare. Exasperation tinged his friend’s hushed tone.

“Ty, why do you
always
do this?”

“Do what?” Tyler shrugged off the hand and glared while Barry heaved a long-suffering sigh.

“You know what I’m talking about. The way you leap into relationships without looking. Where women are concerned, you’re about as subtle as a bulldozer.”

What was wrong with bulldozers? They got the job done and did it fast, no beating around the bush. Not that that made the analogy any more flattering.

“I always
look
,” Tyler defended himself. “I just looked now, didn’t I? And I like what I saw.”
A lot.
“You have a problem with that?”

“I don’t, but your latest quarry might, Oh-Great-White-Hunter-of-Female-Flesh. That girl is not your usual sort of meat. I’m advising that you tread softly here. Would it kill you to strike up an acquaintance first? You know, try to make friends with a lady
before
slamming a wedding ring on her finger? Have you ever heard of
dating
?” Barry offered one of his most maddening grins along with the question. “It’s a very useful social convention. You should try it sometime.”

“And you should try minding your own business.”

“Which is, for all intents and purposes, helping you mind yours. I’m trying to steer you onto the right path, man.”

Tyler’s teeth grated. He hated this lecture. He’d heard it too often already, and it never sounded any better. He didn’t have the time, energy, or patience for dating, damn it. It just made him feel like he was campaigning for public office, trying to get the girl’s vote. He had to be on his best behavior. He had to be
nice
. Who needed that kind of aggravation? In business, when he saw something he wanted, he went after it, no holds barred. Why should women be any different?

“Hey, in the old days, most marriages were arranged, right? No dating then,” he pointed out. “Let’s face it, it’s still more a business deal than anything else. At least I
am
decent enough to marry. Plenty of other men in my position would just keep a stable of mistresses. The fact I want a
wife
ought to say something good about me, shouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, and the fact you can’t hang on to a wife says something else, but we won’t go into that right now.”

“Thank you.” Tyler’s eyes gleamed a warning.

Which Barry, as usual, ignored. “Listen, Romeo, all I’m asking you to do is
think
this time before you go jumping in head first. Get to know the girl. Give her a chance to know you. Okay?”

No. That would never work.

“Beanpole, perhaps you haven’t noticed, but women usually don’t like me
after
they get to know me. That’s why I have to marry them fast.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Ty. You have many redeeming virtues.”

“Such as?” He waited while the silence lengthened. “Barry…”

“Don’t rush me. I’m thinking.”

“With what?”

Tyler was rich and good in bed. Those were the only “virtues” he could think of. They were all he’d ever needed to get a woman to say yes. Money and sex, what else was there? Why did women always end up wanting more?

Worse yet, why had he begun to feel he wanted more himself?

“Carlotta’s a woman!” Barry piped up triumphantly.

Like this was news?

“I know she’s a woman. I was married to her, remember?” He had the scars to prove it, too.

“And she likes you, doesn’t she?”

“Only because we’re divorced now.” That marriage had been one of Tyler’s worst, in fact. Carlotta was from a circus family. She knew how to throw knives. And had a razor-edged temper to match. And he hadn’t discovered any of that till after the wedding. His mistake.

Did Beanpole get tired of being right all the time?

Okay, so maybe if he’d bothered to find out more about his wives beforehand, none of them would ever have become his wives—

“Speaking of which, did I tell you Carlotta called this morning?” Barry interrupted the musing. “She said she’s sorry for the short notice, and hopes it won’t inconvenience us, but she wants to use the Ranch for a fashion-shoot. Her other locale cancelled on her, and she needs a new backdrop for LFF’s swimsuit issue.” He almost drooled at the prospect. “I told her to come on out, we’d suffer through the ‘inconvenience’ somehow.”

Tyler scarcely heard. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

His gaze fastened on Molly to see her still staring in his direction from across the courtyard, her graceful form framed by palm trees and silhouetted against the pool’s waterfall. He imagined her standing under that shimmering cascade…naked…the water glistening on her skin…and himself close beside her—

“Ty? Earth to Ty,” Barry interrupted again. His timing sucked. “Will you promise me you’ll think carefully before making any dumb moves?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Tyler repeated. He was thinking carefully right then. This wouldn’t be like the other times, would it? He already did know quite a bit about Molly via those hand printed reports Farrell had faxed him this past week. He was still waiting for the final report on Molly’s early background, but there’d been nothing so far to indicate she had any skill with deadly weapons – like Carlotta. Or that she had a drug problem – like his last wife. She was just a kook. An incredibly gorgeous kook. What else did he need to know?

Keep talking, Libido, I’m almost convinced.

“Your nephews, Tyler, what about them? You don’t want them under her influence, remember?”
his reason reminded.

Reason could be a real bore sometimes.

“Bite me, Reason,”
Libido told it.
“You worry too much. Tyler can handle the kids. Wait’ll they see all the cool stuff he’s bought for them. They’ll love him. Marrying Molly will just help his case with them.”

Good point. Libido was starting to sound more reasonable than Reason.

“Ty,” Barry broke in once more, “you have the strangest look on your face. Why do I get the impression you’re standing here like one of those old cartoons where the character has a little devil whispering in one ear and an angel whispering in the other?”

Tyler slanted a sideways glance at him. “Beanpole, I’m going to disconnect your satellite dish. You’ve been watching too much TV again.” Pushing past him, he strode forward to meet his new bride.

There remained but one question. What was the proper protocol here? Should he propose before or after the introductions?

Chapter 3

A bolt out of the blue…

Not the heavenly blue beyond the dome. There was nothing heavenly about this bolt. It struck from a pair of eyes so blue they were almost black. Midnight blue, deep and mysterious. Eyes full of secret yearnings and nighttime whisperings. Sultry, seductive…

The gaze crackled into her and sizzled down her spine, sparking all her nerve endings to life, bringing a rush of damp heat to the juncture of her thighs. Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her halter-top.

How embarrassing.

Molly blushed. Mesmerized, trapped against her will, she stared as the man who’d stood half hidden behind a curtain of sinuous, swaying green stepped forward into clear view.

The paparazzi’s photos hadn’t nearly done him justice. Even in casual-cut gray slacks and button-down shirt, Tyler James was a tall, tanned, muscular Greek god, dark as the devil, and looking infinitely more sinful. Her breath caught as he smiled and walked toward her, moving with a fluid, feline grace. The walk of a predator. A panther stalking its prey – and she knew who that was.

He stared back at her as he advanced, those deep blue eyes promising all sorts of steamy pleasures. And his body looked like it could deliver every last one of them.

Boy, was she in trouble.

Molly gave herself a mental slap. What was the matter with her? She’d never been one to fall for physical appeal before. Even if that appeal was extravagant – like everything else about the man. Didn’t that just figure?

It’s what’s inside a person that counts, she reminded herself. And from what she knew of Tyler’s
insides
, he shouldn’t appeal to her in the least. She’d come here to rake him over the coals, for goodness sake.

So why was she having sudden fantasies of the two of them setting new records together in bedroom gymnastics?

Someone was being roasted, all right, but it wasn’t him.

Resisting the urge to fan herself, Molly shoved the fantasies out of her head when Tyler came to a halt before her and the boys. Her hands flattened against the twins’ backs, holding them close to her sides. Mama lioness protecting her cubs.

Stevie pulled out of the crunch and turned around, planting himself between her and the intruder in his own gesture of protection. He understood their situation better than Jeremy and Josh did, and it worried him. Having grown up helping her with his little brothers and a crippled father, he understood more than any child his age should – and that worried Molly.