Marriage On Demand. Сьюзен Мэллери

      “How long are you gonna stand there dripping?”

      “Not long,” she said, her voice shaky. “Another ten minutes or so.” She clamped her hand over her mouth, not able to believe she’d actually said that. Her eyes fluttered shut. She wanted to die. She prayed for the cement floor to crack and swallow her whole. The floor didn’t budge.

      “You can look now,” he said, a hint of teasing deepening his already low voice.

      Rebecca opened one eye, then the other. Austin stood in front of her, wiping his hands on a dirty rag. He wasn’t especially good-looking, she told herself, then wondered why she bothered to lie. It didn’t do any good. He wore a faded denim shirt tucked into even more faded jeans. The slashed fabric by his left knee had nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with his life-style. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. The top three buttons of the shirt were undone, exposing just enough chest to threaten her sanity.

      Her gaze rose higher past the square jaw and firm mouth—not smiling, of course, for Austin rarely smiled—to hollow cheekbones and a straight nose. His cold gray eyes carefully shuttered all emotions. Thick dark hair had been brushed away from his face. It hung down long enough to scrape the bottom of his collar.

      He was handsome as sin. Her gaze flickered to the small gold hoop earring he wore. The delicate circle of gold looked out of place on his totally masculine form. She’d never known a man who wore an earring. The small hoop looked perfect, she thought in defeat. It made her think of pirates and women stolen away for secret pleasures. It made her wonder about his flaunting of convention. It made her think about being in his bed. No doubt she would die of pleasure, but what a way to go. She stiffened her spine and told herself to get a grip. He was just a guy, and the gold hoop was just an earring. Of course Glenwood was a small town and slightly right of the rest of the nation. Men didn’t wear earrings here.

      But Austin made up his own rules. That was, she acknowledged, part of his appeal. He was the bad boy, the devil in disguise. How could a woman like her be expected to resist that?

      “Rebecca?” he said.

      The sound of her name on his lips made her toes curl inside her damp, muddy shoes. “Huh?” Eloquent to the last, she thought, fighting back a groan.

      “Why are you here?”

      She opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. She closed it and thought carefully, then tried again. “My car’s stuck.”

      He frowned, his dark eyebrows drawing together. “Okay. Where is your car?”

      He was speaking slowly, as if to a half-witted child. She wanted to get indignant and tell him she was perfectly capable of carrying on a conversation. Unfortunately she wasn’t. With him she’d never managed more than a sentence or two without some sort of disaster striking. She glanced around the open garage. At least there wasn’t anything to break or spill here.

      “It’s in the driveway,” she said, moving out of the room and into the rain. The drenching downpour had slowed somewhat, settling into a steady sprinkle. She felt the drops on her head and shoulders.

      He hesitated before stepping out into the open. “Do you want an umbrella?” he asked.

      She glanced down at her floral-print dress. It hung loosely, albeit damply, around her body. The long, calf-length skirt was heavy and probably stretching. “I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you?”

      His gaze slipped over her, heating her chilled flesh and sending electric bolts zooming through her blood. When their eyes met, he smiled slowly. “I guess so.”

      He stepped past her, his worn black cowboy boots squishing in the mud. She stood rooted in place. It wasn’t the thick muck that held her so firmly. It was his smile. She’d never seen Austin smile before. Lines had collected by his gray eyes; his teeth had flashed white. The smile had made him look teasingly dangerous, like a wolf pretending to be a lapdog. It had reminded her she was completely out of her element. He was all black leather and five different kinds of sin. She was a babe in the woods, uncomfortable and unwilling to play in the fast lane. He would find her as interesting as flat beer.

      She turned on her heel, almost losing her shoe in the process, and started after him. He stood next to her old station wagon. Most of the fake wood paneling had long since cracked and peeled. The side of the car was two-tone, from an accident several years before. The engine had been rebuilt twice, and the vehicle needed new tires.

      “You drive this thing?” he asked, staring at it as if he’d never seen anything so pathetic in his life.

      “The home owns it,” she said. “I don’t have a car of my own. There’s a bench seat in the back, allowing us to seat five more kids, six if they’re small. It’s practical.”

      He glanced at her and raised one eyebrow. She’d never actually seen someone do that. She wanted to see him do it again, but she didn’t ask him to. He might not understand.

      “Practical or not, it’s sure as hell stuck.” He walked around the wagon. Each footstep squished in the mud.

      His property stood at the far end of Glenwood. He had about ten acres. There was a three-car garage, an oversize, two-story barn and a huge empty house. The house was the reason she’d come calling in the rain.

      According to rumors, which she couldn’t help but overhear, he was richer than God, had never married and was determined to keep his private life private. Glenwood was too small for him to achieve that. His long-term affairs were well documented by most of the women in town. A stunning redhead driving a white sports car had made biweekly trips through town and down his dusty, unpaved driveway for almost six months. Several times Rebecca had seen her and felt a stab of jealousy. Austin’s collection of ladies made men envious and women dream. Rebecca had dreamed, too, even as she’d known it was useless. Austin’s women had two things in common: curves and attitude. She glanced down at the wet clothing clinging to her straight, girlish body. She had neither.

      He bent over the hood and rocked the car. She watched the muscles bunch in his arms. His shirt was already soaked and clinging to his back and chest. Rain fell on her face and dripped off the end of her nose. In the distance, she heard the rumble of thunder.

      “Where are your keys?” he asked.

      “In the ignition.”

      He opened the door and slid into the seat. Within seconds the car started. Dependable as always, she thought, realizing she had a lot in common with the old car. Not very exciting, but they both got the job done.

      Austin put it in drive. The wagon rocked forward. He eased on the gas. The wheels spun wildly in the mud. Rebecca jumped back to avoid being sprayed. Her right shoe stuck. She waved her arms in the air to try to maintain her balance. The car engine shut off. She heard squishing footsteps moving toward her but she didn’t dare look. She didn’t want to see the disgusted or amused expression in his eyes.

      She started to go down and was forced to lower her stocking-clad foot into the mud to save herself. The thick cold earth swallowed her up to her ankle.

      “Perfect,” she muttered.

      A warm, strong hand gripped her arm. “You okay?” Austin asked.

      She looked up at him. Her dark hair was in the way, so she moved it off of her face. She stared at him, dumbfounded.

      Water rolled off his face and onto his chest. Drops slipped down into the open V of his shirt. The cotton clung to him, hugging his tanned skin, outlining his muscles, leaving nothing to her imagination.

      She swallowed hard. Where his fingers touched her, she felt individual jolts, as if she’d been hooked up to an electric current. Her breasts swelled inside her damp shirt.

      “Rebecca?”

      “What? Oh, I’m fine.” She glanced down at herself. One foot was in the mud, the other almost as dirty. Her wet and stretched dress flapped in the cold wind. The color from the fabric was bleeding into