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187 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published June 1, 1988
When he found out where his ward had been, he'd be furious.
They would have been her stepbrothers, except that an untimely car accident had killed their father and Abby's mother just two days before the couple were to have gotten married.
Justin rarely smiled, but Calhoun's antics brought him close to it.
She was desperately in love with Calhoun, but the big blond man still looked upon her as a child.
It upset him to think of any man taking advantage of Abby.
"Misty Davies," he muttered. "I've told you I don't approve of your friendship with that flighty heiress. She's years older than you and much more sophisticated."
A woman who treats her body cheaply doesn't invite a wedding ring.
She lifted her eyebrow. "And I suppose that means that you're a virgin, too, Calhoun?"
She probably knew more than he'd given her credit for, especially if she was hanging around with Misty Davies. Misty frequented the same kind of city hot spots that Calhoun did, and she'd seen him with one or two of his occasional companions.
He'd been alone a long time, and a woman here and there didn't really satisfy him.
Go ahead, tell me you've never been to a female strip show." Calhoun got up, looking uncomfortable. "That's different." "Oh, sure it is. Women are sex objects but men aren't, right?"
"Were you expecting something?" he asked coldly. "I just wanted my hat."
"I hired you to work here, not to send out signals, intentional or otherwise, to clients."
"I won't be home for supper, thank God," Calhoun said coldly. "I've got a date," he added, for no other reason than to irritate her.
Her heart was broken, because Calhoun was going out with one of his women and she didn't qualify for that title. She never would.
She wasn't pretty. She was plain, and she was serious a good bit of the time. But when she laughed... When she laughed, she was beautiful.
He had black eyes. Both the Ballengers did. But Calhoun was something to look at, and poor old Justin was as rangy-looking as a longhorn bull by comparison.
When Misty had told her last week about seeing him with some ravishing blonde up in Houston, it had knocked her for a loop, bringing home the true hopelessness of her situation. Calhoun liked sophisticated women.
"Misty Davies took her to a bar." "Last night a nude revue, tonight a bar." Justin stared at his cigarette. "Something's eating our girl."
He leaned even closer, but just as his hard mouth started down over hers, before his lips touched her pleading ones, the sound of an approaching vehicle broke them apart like an explosion.
He didn't want complications, damn it, and Abby was the biggest he'd ever faced.
"Nothing happened," he said shortly. "And nothing will," he added, his voice cold, "if you can manage to stop looking at me like a lovesick calf!"
Abby was really having a good time until she glanced across the room and saw a familiar face on the cozily intimate dance floor.
Calhoun! Her eyes widened as she followed his blond head through the crowd until there was a clear space.
Then she saw the ravishing blonde with him. He was holding the woman, who was at least his own age, with both hands at her waist, and she was curled up against him as if they'd been dancing together for years. They were smiling at each other like lovers.
This was one of his shadowy lovers. One of the women he never brought home.
He glared at her, trying to keep his temper. "I'm not a playboy," he said tersely. "I may date women occasionally—"
He had her mouth under his so smoothly and easily that her heart seemed to stop beating. He wasn't gentle,
either. It was as if the feel of her soft body under his made him wild, made him hungry.
He hadn't even tried to be gentle. She stared at him accusingly, her eyes bright with tears as she drew her jacket closer and shivered.
My God," he said huskily. "Abby, adults kiss that way!"
Well, it was a good thing she didn't like his kisses, because hell would freeze over before she ever got another one.Shelby might be hurt? Surely she didn't think---It suddenly dawned on him that if Abby was crazy enough to imagine he was getting involved with Shelby, Justin might, too."Calhoun loves you," she defended him. "He wouldn't hurt you on purpose." "Any man could fall in love with her," he kept on. "Shelby's beautiful. A dream walking.""I don't know much about women, Abby," he said absently. "I don't have Calhoun's charm, or his experience, or his looks.""And I don't have Shelby's assets," Abby confessed. She sat down beside him. "I guess we'd both lose a beauty contest. I wish I was blond, Justin.""I wish I had a black book." Justin sighed."Because you're a virgin," he breathed into her mouth as he took it.His expression hardened. He drew in a slow breath and touched her cheek gently, thoughtfully. "I've been alone a long time. I like being my own boss, answering to no one. I've been a rounder, and in some ways I still am. I'm a bad marriage risk.""One woman wouldn't satisfy you, I guess," she murmured, hiding her eyes from him. All her dreams were dead now."One woman never has," he said curtly. "I don't want to be tied.""I'm young," she whispered after a minute. "I'll get over you.""You're very special to me, Abby. Part of my life. I wish I could give you what you want. I wish I could give you back those words and offer you a future. But that would cheat us both ultimately. Marriage should be a joint commitment, with a foundation of shared love."Remember, I have an apartment there," he said slowly. She closed her eyes. "No. I won't go to your apartment." "It isn't the last century," he whispered. "We could be alone. We could make love.""I have work to do," she said, and tried to smile. "And...I don't think I'll go to Houston with you, thanks all the same."Calhoun not only didn't love her. Now he didn't even respect her.He didn't answer her immediately. "While I was away those few days, I moved. I changed apartments," he said. "This one is across town from the one I had. And I've never taken a woman there.""You'll take a lot of teaching, won't you, tidbit?" he murmured."I could customize you.""I won't make you pregnant," he whispered. "Come with me.As she went into the living room, she recognized Calhoun's guest. It was the blonde from the restaurant, the one he'd taken out the night Abby had gone to dinner with Justin.So that's why you didn't have time for me," the older woman said when she saw Abby. "My God, she's barely out of school!"She hadn't had the presence of mind to think of stopping, and neither had he. If that woman hadn't interrupted them—He opened the door for her, noticing her unnatural stiffness. "I don't know what to say, Abby," he said quietly. "I don't know how she traced me here."It would be unrealistic to expect that we'd never run across any of your discarded lovers."