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his place and handcuffing her to his bed until she promised to stay for good.
    John leaned against the truck and stared at the rental tags on Trudy’s car. “Relax. The house is clean enough, and I’m sure you’re sister hasn’t gotten so spoiled out west that she’s forgotten how to cook for her own company. They’ll survive.”
    “I think she’s vegan,” Jefferson muttered.
    “ Trudy ? When the hell did that happen?”
    “Caroline.”
    “Well, I’m not even going to pretend to know what that means.” John’s tone was sarcastic. “But I’m sure it’s a California ill that can be cured by a thick Texas T-bone.”
    “Haha. I wish Trudy had told me sooner, is all. Caroline Aaron is, well, she could make one phone call and my television career would be over before it gets started.” He paused. “You know, I never got to meet her. Trudy always said she was busy when I’d go up for the weekend, but now…”
    John smirked. “Now you know.” And so did he. Trudy wasn’t stupid. Her friend was exactly the kind of woman that drove Jefferson crazy. Beautiful and unmistakably feminine with just the right edge of dangerous. Not enough curves for a man like John to hold onto, but he could see the attraction.
    He heard the sound of rustling and a crash. John frowned. “What happened?”
    “I can hear them downstairs,” Jefferson groaned. “I haven’t shaved in two days and I look like hell.”
    “Real stunt men don’t talk like teenage girls, Junior. I’m sure you’re pretty enough for your sister. As for her friend, I’m thinking she’s out of your league. That woman would eat you for breakfast.”
    “You think so?”
    The interested tone made John roll his eyes. “Hanging up now. Have to bring in all their bags. Might take a few hours so don’t break anything else or call me again.”
    He shook his head as he hung up and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Caroline might be in trouble. Jefferson was reckless and wild, yes, but he was also determined. As passionate and stubborn as his sister when he wanted something. And he’d obviously seen something he wanted.
    The friend hadn’t figured in John’s plans either. But it was a telling move on Trudy’s part. She’d brought reinforcements. As if that would protect her. She could have brought an army and it wouldn’t make one damn bit of difference to his plans.
    He picked up the four bags that belonged to their guest, holding them easily while he closed the trunk of the rental with his elbow, then his long strides took him toward the Adam’s home with renewed determination.
    He remembered the first time he’d seen Trudy. Her father had invited him along for dinner—a thank-you for being in the right place at the right time after the man had had one too many and driven his truck into a tree. There’d been no time for the volunteer fire department to bring in the Jaws of Life, so John had used his hands to peel the crumpled door off its hinges and free the man. Matt Adams had been so impressed he refused to let him leave empty-handed.
    When they arrived at the old house, Matt’s head wound bandaged and his arm in a sling, John noticed her right away. Trudy was sitting on the front porch steps, strumming her beat-up guitar and singing softly, her eyes closed, her long dark lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks.
    Her voice had struck him first, caressed his skin. Sultry and passionate and filled with more emotion than someone that young should know. Then he’d gotten closer… and she’d taken his breath away.
    Full, bow-shaped lips made for kissing. Skin like honey. Dark brown curls that fell down her back like silk ribbons. He’d wanted to touch it. Touch her. When she set down the guitar to greet them and he saw the lush, ripe body barely covered by lemon-yellow shorts and the white lace halter pulled tight across her round, succulent breasts… Well, it was a miracle her daddy hadn’t shot him that night. A miracle he’d managed to