Natural Born Trouble (6 page)

Remember it? Dani thought it was quite possibly the most romantic, most dangerously seductive thing any man had ever said to her.

Her sigh was heavy and filled with regret. She was going to have to work very, very hard to pretend she'd never heard him.

D
uke could still feel the tentative movement of Dani's mouth under his, could still feel the shudder washing through her body and the sweep of her fingers through his hair when she finally surrendered to that Fourth of July kiss. The memories alone were enough to leave him hot and cranky with frustrated longing.

He'd never experienced such an instantaneous response to a woman before, at least not one that posed so many complicated risks. Attraction was one thing. He appreciated a beautiful woman as well as the next man. But what he'd felt during that impulsive kiss had unexpectedly rocked him, touched him on another level.

The kiss had been a mistake, a terrible, dangerous mistake, he concluded. She was clearly vulnerable. She was his boss's daughter. He was in no position to, had no desire to, get serious with any woman. He was barely coping with a new job and being a full-time father. Adding a woman to that would just beg for
disaster. The list of sensible reasons to stay the hell away from her went on and on.

Yet he knew himself well enough to realize that if the chance came, danger or no danger, he would take it again. She was as intriguing to him as a hint of oil beneath the earth, as alluring as the elusive scent of crude just out of reach.

He smiled at the thought. Dani might be a practical, no-nonsense kind of woman, but he doubted she would appreciate being compared to the search for an oil well. Yet for him nothing was more magnificent, more compelling than that particular hunt. Nothing got his juices flowing quicker than an oil strike.

Nothing except sex, of course. The thought of heated bodies and pleasurable sex brought him full circle, straight back to Dani. That totally uninhibited kiss had told him that Dani's prim facade would disappear in bed. He wanted to make that happen. He wanted to watch the transformation, the flaring of passion in her eyes, the hardening of her nipples, the restless writhing of her slender, normally controlled body.

“Duke?” Lizzy Adams peeked around the edge of his door. “Jordan's looking for you.”

He shook off his daze and stared. He could feel a sheen of perspiration forming on his brow, but resisted the urge to mop it off.

“Why didn't you buzz me?” he inquired testily.

Rather than taking offense at his tone, she grinned. “I have been,” she said. “For the past five minutes.” She regarded him speculatively. “I guess you were lost in thought. Thinking about Dani, I'll bet.”

Apparently, all of the Adams women were mind readers, he concluded, scowling at Harlan's precious daughter, who was also Jordan's baby sister. She was still in school and already so sexually precocious it was scary. She flirted with him outrageously or at least she had until she'd seen him with Dani at the family's Fourth of July gathering. All day today she had merely regarded him with very grown-up amusement.

As he tried to gather his composure, he told himself he would be very glad when Lizzy went back to school in the fall and he got himself a real secretary. An
old
secretary, he amended. He wasn't worried that the replacement would have as sassy a tongue. No one who wasn't an Adams would dare to take the liberties Lizzy did when it came to bullying her boss and meddling in his affairs. That particular trait seemed to come with the Adams genes.

“Tell Jordan I'll be right there.”

“Already told him. That was five minutes ago, though. You're already late.”

“Any idea what's on his mind?”

“Sure. He wants to know if you're interested in Dani.” She shot him another unrepentant grin. “We all do.”

“It's none of your business,” he grumbled as he passed her. “Remember that.”

She regarded him worriedly. “Can I give you just the teensiest piece of advice?”

“Can I stop you?”

“Don't try telling that to Jordan. He's just like our dad. They both figure it's their God-given right to meddle in everyone's life.”

“Not mine,” Duke said succinctly.

“Unless it happens to cross paths with Dani's,” Lizzy pointed out, then shrugged. “I say go for it, though. She's been sad for way too long. She needs somebody to shake her up, make her forget about that creep who dumped on her. Something tells me nobody could do that better than you. There's not a woman on the premises who doesn't swoon when you pass by.”

“I'm delighted to have your blessing,” he said dryly. “Unfortunately, it appears that's not the one I need.”

“It's a start,” she retorted cheerfully. “Good luck.”

Duke took his time walking down the short executive suite corridor to Jordan's office. If he had his way, they wouldn't have this conversation. Unfortunately, it appeared unlikely that he was going to get his way, which meant he'd better come up with some satisfactory answers for the questions Jordan was likely to ask.

In typical fashion, his boss didn't waste time on small talk. Duke was barely across the threshold when Jordan scowled at him and asked, “What's going on between you and my daughter?”

Duke took his time responding. He deliberately sprawled in a chair opposite Jordan, hoping that the casual pose would communicate in a way that words could not that he wasn't going to be intimidated. Eventually, he shrugged. “Nothing as far as I know. Have you asked her?”

Unfortunately, Jordan was too sharp a businessman to be fooled by Duke's tactic. “Oh, please, don't give me that,” he shot right back. “I want a straight answer.”

Duke sat up a little straighter. He met Jordan's gaze evenly. “I don't know what you've heard, sir, but that's the truth. We've barely met. She's made it plain she's not interested. What more is there to say?”

To Duke's astonishment, Jordan actually chuckled at that. “I don't suppose you see the contradiction in that, do you? According to your claim, you two hardly know each other, but already she's felt it necessary to tell you she's not interested. What do you suppose brought that on? You don't expect me to believe it's how she opens every conversation with a man, do you?”

He flinched at the direct hit. “I suppose not.”

“Could it have something to do with you kissing her the other night?”

Duke stared. “How the hell do you know about that?”

Jordan almost looked as if he felt sorry for him. “Son, you were on the front porch of my father's house in the middle of a family picnic. The teenagers sneak around like budding operatives for the CIA. You can't keep a secret with this clan if you bury it in a cave a thousand miles away. How do you expect to keep anything quiet when you're right in the thick of things?”

“A good point,” Duke conceded. “I'll have to be more careful next time.”

Jordan looked positively hopeful. “Then there's going to be a next time?”

Duke gave up on the evasions. “If I have my way,” he admitted.

Jordan gave a little nod of satisfaction. “Good.” He studied Duke intently. “Dani's had a rough time these past couple of years ever since she broke up with her
fiancé, Rob Hilliard. If I'd been more on top of things, maybe I could have done something to save her all that heartache.” He sighed with obvious regret, then looked directly into Duke's eyes. “It won't be easy getting her to trust you, you know that, don't you?”

“Nothing worth having ever is.”

“Yes, you of all people would know that, wouldn't you?”

“Then I have your approval to keep seeing her?”

“Would it matter if you didn't?”

Duke met Jordan's gaze with a steady, unblinking look of his own. “No, sir. With all due respect, it wouldn't.”

“That's what I thought,” he said, sounding pleased. “Just one thing, though.”

“Yes?”

“Hurt her and there won't be a place on earth you can hide.”

“Understood.”

Contriving to see Dani again was a whole lot simpler than Duke had anticipated. He should have realized that a powerful man like Jordan wouldn't be content to sit on the sidelines and let things unfold at their own pace. Less than an hour after their conversation, Duke had an invitation to dinner the next night.

“Nothing fancy. Just the five of us,” Kelly Adams told him.

“Five?”

“Jordan and I, you and Justin. And Dani will be here, of course.”

Of course, he thought. “I'll give her a call and offer her a lift,” he said. He cursed the eager note that had crept into his voice.

“I wouldn't, if I were you.”

Damn, did everyone in this family meddle? “And why is that?” he inquired.

“She doesn't exactly know you're coming,” Kelly confessed.

“And you think if she knew she'd find an excuse not to come,” he concluded.

“I'd say that's a safe bet. You unsettle her,” Kelly said. “I could see that at the picnic. Now me, I think that's a good thing. Dani wouldn't.”

Duke didn't like it, but he could see the wisdom in taking Kelly Adams's advice. He doubted anyone knew Dani as well as her own mother. He supposed there was something to be said for the element of surprise. In fact, he couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when she realized they'd been thrown together again.

“I see,” he said blandly. “Well, if you think that's best.”

“I do. Of course, you could hitch a ride over here with Jordan,” she suggested slyly.

“But then I'd have to get a ride home,” he protested, then smiled. “Ah, yes, with Dani, of course.”

“It was just a thought,” Kelly said.

“A good one, too. I'll speak to Jordan and I'll see you tomorrow night.”

Jordan didn't bat an eye the next morning when Duke asked for a ride. Duke didn't bother wasting time with excuses. They both knew exactly what the scheme was all about.

“I'll pick you up on my way home from the office,” Jordan said. “Do you want a head start so you can change?”

Duke nodded. “A half hour ought to suffice.”

“Perfect. I'll clean up some paperwork before I leave.”

Duke knew Jordan well enough to realize that even a casual family get-together wouldn't mean blue jeans and chambray. The man had impeccable style and seemed happier in a well-tailored business suit than any man Duke had ever met. Under the watchful supervision of the twins, he finally settled for a pair of slacks from the new wardrobe he'd been forced to acquire for his new executive position. He added a pale blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the collar open.

Joshua and Zachary surveyed him intently, then nodded their approval. They didn't seem the least bit disappointed at being left behind, which meant they'd probably cooked up some scheme for getting into mischief.

“You need some of that smelly stuff, though,” Joshua advised. “Girls like that.”

“I don't,” Duke said.

“But, Dad—”

“I am not taking advice from an eight-year-old. You two go and do your homework.”

“Can we stay up until you get home?” Zachary asked hopefully.

“Not a chance. I've told Paolina you're to be in bed by nine-thirty.”

The twins exchanged a look that suggested they considered Paolina an easy mark. “And if I don't find the two of you in bed and sound asleep when I get
back, you'll be grounded until you're twelve,” Duke warned.

“Aw, Dad, you wouldn't do that,” Joshua said.

“You wouldn't, would you?” Zachary asked more worriedly.

“Don't test me and find out,” he warned, scooping them up one at a time for hugs. Moments like this made him realize how much he'd missed during all the times he'd been away.

“Tell Dani hi for us,” they shouted after him.

“Tell her the kittens are really cool,” Zachary added. “We might not need a puppy, after all.”

“I'll definitely tell her that,” Duke said just as he heard Jordan tap his horn out front.

To Duke's relief, they spent the ride discussing business and other impersonal topics. As always, Duke admired Jordan's quick intelligence and shrewd judgment. There was a rock-solid dependability about him that Duke envied. He hoped he could find some way to emulate it and give his sons the role model they deserved.

It took less than a half hour to reach Jordan's property. As they approached the house, Duke surveyed the small place with its colorful garden with some surprise. Huge pots on the porch spilled over with lush, vivid flowers. He had expected Jordan to own something far more pretentious than this tidy, homey farmhouse. Not even a fresh coat of paint could disguise the fact that it was quite old and had never been much more than a struggling ranch.

Only after he was inside did he see that first appearances were deceiving. When Jordan showed him around, he discovered that an addition in the back was spacious enough for an indoor pool, an office
with book-lined shelves and a very private master bedroom suite.

Still, the original house was warm and cozy, compared to Harlan Adams's far more formal White Pines. Jordan observed his reaction.

“Not what you expected, is it?”

Duke regretted being so transparent. “Sorry, but no. It's lovely, but I thought you would live in something very modern.”

“Modern and pretentious,” Kelly chimed in. “He did,” she announced as she joined them with a tray of appetizers hot from the oven. “In Houston.” She shuddered. “It was awful. Cold, sterile and big enough to house a family of twenty.” She brushed a kiss across her husband's cheek. “I convinced him he needed a home, not a showplace.”

“She was right, too,” Jordan said. “As usual.”

“This ranch had belonged to my family for years.”