Ragan's Song (Fairfield Corners #2) Read Online Free PDF

on him and was surprised at the desire in his eyes. She snuggled closer and brushed her lips across his. The tingle of anticipation of exploring a relationship with him was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat.
    Reluctantly pulling back, she saw Robbie standing in front of the coffee pot, a sly grin on his face. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he asked as he lifted the carafe and poured some of the brew into the mug that he held.
    “Uh… I…” Mark stammered as he set her down on her feet. “I was just… damn. Way to ruin the moment, Robbie.”
    “Relax, Mark. I think the two of you together is a good thing,” Robbie reassured before he slapped Mark on the back. “You’re just what she needs.”
    Stealthy brother. And he was gone as quickly as he’d appeared.
    Ragan pulled a vase out of the cupboard and filled it with water, giving her cheeks a chance to cool before she turned around and faced Mark. She placed the flowers into the vase and fiddled with them, trying to arrange them just right. “What?” she asked when she finally peeked at Mark’s adorable silly smirk.
    “How could I get so lucky? I basically just got the go-ahead to date the prettiest girl in town,” he broke into a wide grin.
    “I guess you did, but Robbie doesn’t have the final word on the subject. Here, while we sort out the details, I’ll toss the rest of this pot and make some fresh. Then I need to get my foot back up on the ottoman. It’s starting to swell again.” She placed two mugs on the counter and emptied the carafe.
    The sound of Mark’s phone buzzing startled them both.
    He frowned, “Damn, it’s the hospital. I’m on call today, so I’ve got to go. Sorry. How about a raincheck on the coffee?” He stepped closer to her as she turned away from the sink, and brushed a stray hair off her forehead before kissing the corner of her mouth. “The pub always does a great St. Patty’s Day celebration. Go with me?”
    “Okay. Sounds like fun.” She grinned as his phone buzzed again, reminding him that he needed to leave.
    “I’ll pick you up at seven.” He turned and walked down the hall, and she followed him to the front door as she marveled at how easily she said yes to a date. Lowering herself onto the couch, she replayed their almost-kiss in her mind. Suddenly, she lost that thought as she remembered that the sheriff would be there any minute to go over her statement for the accident report.
    She had already given Logan the details on the day of the accident, so she thought it might be an excuse for James to stop and see her. Ragan looked forward to his visit; she hadn’t seen him since she left town three years ago. The doorbell rang and she rose to a sitting position, leaning forward to stand; but the thump of Robbie’s boots on the stairs told her that he’d be there before she could take a step, so she sat back down.
    “Hi, James; how’s that gorgeous wife of yours?” her brother’s greeting carried through the air.
    “Hey, Robbie,” James replied, “I didn’t know you were back; good to see you. And, my wife’s fine, thanks. Don’t get any ideas, smart guy.”
    “Better watch out, I may just steal her right from under your nose,” Robbie said with a chuckle in his voice.
    Ragan was glad to hear Robbie laughing; she had seen the shadow of something on his face when he thought no one was looking. She recalled having asked him about it when they had a moment alone at the hospital, but he had denied anything was wrong. Still, he feels off.
    “Hey, Ragan! The sheriff’s here to take you to jail.” Being back in their childhood home seemed to bring out the sarcastic teenager in her brother.
    “I’m in here,” she yelled back with a grin as she pushed herself up off the couch again.
    After pulling her into a tight hug, James stepped back and took a good look at her from head to toe. “How are you, blondie?”
    “Just a bit sore. The ankle is the worst, but it’ll