Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty – Brooke

Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Brooke

Eden Summers

www.escapepublishing.com.au

Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Brooke
Eden Summers

Welcome to the heart—and heat—of Australia…

They say that no one has secrets in a small town—these women prove them wrong.

Eight brand-new stories from some of Australia’s hottest writers in Australia’s hottest genre. From the bar stools of the local pub to the wide open plains of the biggest stations in the world, these tales travel the dusty roads to the heart of Australia and the women who understand how to work hard—and play even harder.

In the latest in the wildly successful Secret Confessions series from Escape Publishing, the women of Down & Dusty invite you into their lives—and their bedrooms.

Brooke’s brothers practically define over-protective, and while Brooke appreciates their concern, their efforts have left her climbing the walls in sexual frustration. But no man in town is willing to risk their ire, and all Brooke wants is one guy who thinks she is worth the effort. One guy who will stand up for himself—and for her—against her overbearing, old-fashioned family, and whisk her away to sexual and emotional fulfilment. The only issue is that the one guy who looks like he might is the one guy who broke her heart—the one guy that she can’t risk falling for again.

Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty

Reading order

About the Author

Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.

In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.

Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.

Acknowledgements

Thank you to Kate Cuthbert for asking me to be involved in another Secret Confessions series. It truly is an honour. Huge props to Tracey O’Hara who spent her valuable time perfecting our stories. And to the other Down & Dusty ladies, it was a treasure working with you all.

To the people who bring happiness to my life.
I hope I can spark a little of the same in yours.

Contents

About the Author

Acknowledgements

Episode 4—Brooke

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Episode 4—Brooke

‘Howdy, neighbour.’

Brooke Keating froze, her hand on the staircase banister, her heart in her throat. She’d recognise that masculine drawl anywhere, no matter how many years it’d been since the last time her body ignited at the tone. Raising her chin, she turned in her dusty, sock-covered feet and met the stare of the man dwarfing her family homestead living room.

Hot damn.
The visual orgasm knocked the air from her lungs, and instinctively she took a step back. Like a fine wine, Heath Curtis had improved with age. In her younger years, she wouldn’t have thought it possible. But those green eyes seemed increasingly potent. His frame larger and more dominant. His chiselled jaw extra appealing with the light brown stubble shadowing his skin.

‘Heath.’ She measured her tone, severing the excitement in her veins from the emotion in her voice. ‘I didn’t know you were coming home.’

He winced, punching her through the chest with the realisation he must’ve returned to Milpinyani Springs a while ago.

‘Yeah, little one. Last month.’ He ran a hand through the loose inches of his blond hair. ‘Your brothers and I are finally getting around to sharing a drink together.’

Last month.
Ouch.

‘That’s nice,’ she said through gritted teeth. Yes, he’d been best friends with her brothers, Rowan and Connor, but he’d been
her
sweetheart.
Her
lover.
Her
everything. Obviously, their teenage fling didn’t count for much. ‘Well … it was nice to see you,’ she lied. Her mind was awash with fear and optimism at the mere sight of him.
Nice
didn’t come close. ‘I guess I’ll see you around.’

She turned on her toes, preparing to flee.

‘You’re not going to share a drink with me?’

Friday nights were reserved for alcoholic beverages and relaxed shenanigans around the bonfire in the backyard. Not tonight through. The solace of an intoxicated buzz didn’t seem a great companion if it meant fake-grinning through awkward conversation with a man she’d once adored.

‘I’m dirty.
Dusty
,’ she clarified, hating the sexual images that stirred to life. ‘I’m going to take a shower. I might see you later.’ Or never again, if she was fortunate.

It had taken years to get over him. To stop seeing his gorgeous grin smiling back at her from her dreams. To cease feeling his touch with the kiss of the warm night breeze. In an instant, those emotions came flooding back, assailing her with long-forgotten sensations she hadn’t been able to replicate in his absence.

It wasn’t fair. Especially when he’d gone to university without a care in the world that she was left behind, pining for him. ‘A long-distance relationship will never work,’ he’d told her the day he announced his departure to study Agricultural Sciences in the city.

‘It could. I can come see you once a month. And you’ll travel home during the holidays,’ she protested.

Heath had fixed her with a half-hearted grin, pulling her lanky body into his arms for a placating hug and a demeaning kiss on her forehead.

‘The kilometres aren’t the problem, little one. We’ve hidden this thing between us from our families for a long time. They’d put two and two together as soon as you started forking out money to come visit me. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see you, but the threat of your dad is fucking daunting.’ He’d stepped away, placing a chasm of distance between them. ‘There’s a lot of places to hide a dismembered body out here.’

Coward.

He hadn’t spoken to her again. There’d been no letters. No phone calls. Not even a smoke signal. He moved on, first at university, then during the years he spent on his family property while she was studying Agribusiness in the city. On her return, she’d learned he’d gone overseas to participate in a farmer exchange program with a yet-to-be-determined return date.

She trudged up the staircase, not looking back as she cursed the years it had taken to let go of the dream he’d ever return for her. Too many naive years. Too many unfulfilled hopes.

Shoving her bedroom door open, she strode toward the adjoining bathroom.
Shower.
She needed a calm, soothing shower to wash away the rekindled emotions and bring reality back to the forefront. Only, she couldn’t relax. Her clothes were off in an instant, and she was hustling under the spray before the temperature was anywhere near warm.

She scrubbed her hair clean in seconds and wrenched the taps off mere moments after she’d gotten in. She didn’t want to admit she was in a hurry to see Heath again. Nope. She couldn’t. Not when she’d finally begun to congratulate herself for getting over him.

All she wanted to do was clarify that the downstairs reunion wasn’t a mirage, a hallucination conjured from her starved libido.

With the towel wrapped loosely around her, she made for the window and peeked through the curtains to the backyard below. Her brothers were outside, the dwindling light of sunset at their backs, while the bonfire lit up the laugh lines on their faces.

Heath approached them, a beer bottle clutched in his hand. She couldn’t read his lips but whatever he said caused laughter from her brothers that only endeavoured to stab another knife through her chest. Their private, inside jokes had been the bane of her existence growing up. She’d always been on the outside. Even after she’d become involved with Heath. Back then was different though. She’d been a little girl. A pushover. Not the determined woman of today.

Releasing the curtain, she stepped away from the window and raised her chin to the world. There was nothing she could do to change his return. He was here now. Back in Milpinyani Springs. Her neighbour.

The only thing she could do was pray the kilometres that separated their family homesteads were enough to stop her blood igniting over a history that shouldn’t be revisited. If she failed, her over-protective brothers would step up to the plate.

For once, she approved of their protective ways. All she’d have to do is mention the days she’d spent making love to their best friend, days that would earn Heath more than a few broken bones if her brothers had their way. And right now, the prospect of torturing the man who walked away from her didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

***

Brooke hustled down the stairs, her hair still damp against her shoulders.

‘Just the woman I was looking for.’

A gasp caught in her throat. ‘
Jesus
, Heath.’

He stood at the bottom of the staircase, his back against the wall, his ankles crossed, beer in hand. She didn’t want to pass him. Not with the predatory gleam in his eye. She knew that look, but it had grown in power. Now it came not from a teenager, but a man.

‘What do you want?’ The question came out more caustic than necessary as she slowed her approach.

‘I was coming to see how long you were going to take. I haven’t seen you in years and the first glimpse wasn’t enough.’

She scoffed, emboldened by his bullshit. One by one, she descended the stairs, coming face to face with the man of her dreams.

‘You’ve changed, Brooke.’ He caressed her with his visual appraisal, lowering his focus from her eyes, over her lips that tingled from the attention, to her neck, her chest, all the way down to her naked toes and back up again. ‘You’re more beautiful than I would’ve imagined.’

She smiled, holding in the need to laugh. ‘And you’re more of a smarmy player than I anticipated.’ She scooted past him, and strode to the kitchen.

‘Why? Because I paid you a compliment?’ He followed her. The pounding of his boots against the polished floorboards reminded her just how much of a man he’d become. ‘Admitting the truth doesn’t make me smarmy, or a player.’

She shrugged, unwilling to further the conversation. He was already getting under her skin, creeping his way back into her heart. She reached for the fridge door and yanked it open harder than necessary. The need to wrap her mouth around an apple cider bottle was punishing, not only for the alcoholic buzz, but for the ability to hide her aching lips.

Heath came up behind her, his presence a dominant force over her shoulder. He stepped in, his boots brushing her heels, the heat of his chest seeping into her back.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ She grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and swung around, almost falling into the fridge as she tried to place space between them.

‘Just sayin’ hello.’

His arrogant grin undid her, unfurling her restraint, unhinging her desire, sparking to life an attraction that should’ve been dead and buried. She itched to swipe the cockiness from his expression … with her lips.

Raising a brow, she crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Rowan and Connor will kill you if they see you like this.’

‘Really?’ he drawled. He didn’t back off. Didn’t understand how serious she was.

‘Really.’
She cleared her throat, ignoring the hardening of her nipples and the deep throb of arousal in her pussy. There was no way she was succumbing to his charms. No way. Well, physically anyway. Mentally, she was already stripping him of his coal-coloured t-shirt and dark jeans, wrapping that black leather belt around his wrists and bending him to her will.

‘A lot changed in the years after you left. When Dad died, Rowan and Connor took over his role as the steel-fisted protector of my sexuality. There’s still a lot of places ’round here to hide a dismembered body.’ She threw his parting words back in his face with a sugary-sweet smile. ‘No man can touch me.’