Lone Star Secrets. Cat Schield

millions and head somewhere tropical to live like a king for the rest of his days. Or that had been the plan before his dear old friend had turned up alive.

      Now, with Will back in Royal, working behind the scenes to fix all the damage Rich had done, it wasn’t good enough that he had stolen millions from Spark Energy Solutions and the Texas Cattleman’s Club. Nope. His hatred ran so much deeper than that. It was about revenge. Payback. Taking what should have been his in the first place. Bottom line? Rich refused to allow Will to be happy. So he had been hanging around, looking for a way to cause the maximum amount of mayhem. Now, seeing his old buddy come to Megan’s rescue, he had an idea how to make Will pay.

       Three

      Megan smoothed her damp palms along her skirt and eased her foot off the gas as the brake lights on Will’s Land Rover flared ahead. They were nearing the road that led to the Ace in the Hole entry gates. Moments later, her Porsche followed Will’s luxury SUV onto the driveway.

      Was coming here a huge mistake? Driving for half an hour had calmed Megan’s nerves and allowed her to think clearly instead of just react. When she’d agreed to Will’s suggestion that she spend the night at his ranch, she’d been anxious that Rich might show up at her house. Now, however, she had a whole new set of concerns to consider.

      The last time she’d felt this vulnerable, she and Will had fallen upon each other with no thought to the consequences. She shuddered at the memory of his lips sliding over her skin and the way he’d filled her.

      She cursed as an insistent ache began between her thighs. The craving to be possessed by him again consumed her. And this time it had nothing to do with grief or loss. The strength and confidence he exuded was like an aphrodisiac, turning her thoughts lusty and her impulses wanton.

      Earlier she’d suggested they drink shots and get to know each other better. How shocked would he be to discover she’d made the offer while imagining herself pouring whiskey over his chiseled abs and licking the strong liquor off his skin?

      Megan blew out a shaky breath as the wide iron gates, adorned with the ranch’s brand, slid aside, offering them passage to the road beyond. The enormous ranch house had been built on a rise nearly a mile down the curvy driveway and couldn’t be seen from the road.

      Although she’d been to the Ace in the Hole many times, she never lost her appreciation for the main home’s long, low profile with its white paint and expansive windows, placed to best enjoy the sweeping views. Chairs and a swing stretched along the broad wraparound porch. Against the dark sky she could almost make out two chimneys poking up from the roof.

      Megan parked her car beside Will’s and walked beside him up the wide steps to the porch. A soft glow spilled through the side panels on either side of the center-set, double front doors. After her wedding to imposter Will, she’d been disappointed to learn he didn’t want to live at the ranch. She loved it out here. The wide-open spaces, the scent of rich soil and grass, and the intermittent lowing of the cattle from far off in the fields.

      “You’re smiling,” Will said as he ushered her into the main living space. “That’s good.”

      He didn’t ask her why as his gaze roved over her expression, but his curiosity was palpable. After gesturing to the couch, he crossed to the bar and poured shots of whiskey into cut-crystal tumblers for each of them.

      Megan kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet beneath her. Propping her head on her hand, she observed his smooth, economical motions. Damn, she enjoyed looking at him. All broad shoulders, muscular thighs and rock-solid abs. Tonight he was dressed in jeans and a white button-down shirt. He wore his black hair longer these days and the untamed style gave him an edginess that Megan found exciting.

      “I feel safe when I’m with you,” she explained, accepting a glass from Will and feeling a shivery tingle run up her arm as their fingers brushed. “And I like being here at the ranch.”

      “Can we talk about what you did tonight?” He dropped beside her on the couch and cradled his glass in both hands, staring at it for several seconds as if searching for answers in the amber liquid. When his gaze switched to her, anxiety and respect warred in his electric green eyes. “You are incredibly brave.”

      Heat suffused her from head to toe and she basked in Will’s admiration. “I can’t believe I shot him.”

      “I’m sure he can’t believe it, either.”

      “Do you think it will make him more or less determined to get to me?”

      There was a significant pause before Will answered. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

      His fervent declaration swept over her, igniting her blood. He sounded possessive, like she was his to protect. It made her want to curl up in his lap and show him just how much she liked the idea of belonging to him.

      “I hope they find him soon,” she said. “I can’t wait for this nightmare to be over.”

      “That makes two of us.” A lengthy pause followed his words during which they both sipped their drinks.

      “You know, we should talk about what happens when Lowell gets caught.”

      Her heart gave a little jump. “What do you mean?”

      Despite what Megan had said earlier about answering whatever questions Will might have, she was nearing her last sip of whiskey and too drained to guard what she said.

      “For now, while Lowell is still at large, the FBI wants us to act as if we’re married. But once he’s caught, we need to consider how to go forward. Legally, I mean.”

      Megan knew what he was getting at, but how did she divorce someone she hadn’t actually married?

      “Technically,” she began, “I married Will Sanders.”

      Will’s lips twitched. “And he’s a lucky man.”

      His playfulness gave her the courage to ask, “Are you wondering if I’m going to ask for alimony?”

      He grew immediately somber. “I’m happy to pay you whatever you want.”

      “I was kidding.” She frowned at him. “You don’t seriously think I expect financial remuneration.”

      “I think you’re entitled to some sort of a settlement. After all, your entire life has been turned upside down because of Lowell pretending to be me. That makes me responsible for you.”

      “That’s a terrible...” She didn’t want to insult him but his assumption that she should receive money from him annoyed her.

      “Terrible what?”

      “I’m not some gold digger who needs or expects to benefit from marrying you,” she huffed. “You might have a lot of money, but I’m not exactly destitute.” In fact, she was doing better than she’d ever imagined.

      “Of course not, but legally—”

      “Stop right there,” she said, throwing up her hands. “We are going to end up in our first argument if you keep on that way.”

      Will’s quicksilver grin was back. “But think of the makeup sex we’ll get to enjoy afterward.”

      To her horror, Megan’s cheeks went hot. So did other parts of her. The whiskey had dimmed whatever qualms she might’ve had about tearing off her clothes and throwing herself at him again. She shifted on the couch all too aware of the ache between her thighs.

      “Then by all means,” she said, her voice sounding odd to her ears, “let’s get to it.”

      They stared at each other in silence while Megan’s heart pounded so hard she couldn’t imagine how Will didn’t hear it. What would it take for them to come together in this moment? If she got to her feet and started unbuttoning her blouse, would Will stop her or meet her halfway?