A Very Crimson Christmas. Michelle Major

to hold her breath as she walked by him, but his scent twined through her senses as if by osmosis. He’d changed something in the years since she’d known him, his soap or shampoo maybe. But underneath remained a trace of something that was all Liam, clean and a little spicy. Unfortunately, parts of her that didn’t involve her brain had an immediate reaction to him. She reached out for the wall to steady herself.

      “Cute kid,” Liam mumbled as she passed him.

      Her temper quickly roared to life. “He’s an amazing kid. We’re a team.”

      “What about Brad?” he asked as he followed her through the house.

      She cringed at the mention of her ex-husband. “He’s not part of Austin’s life. He left Crimson and never looked back.” Not exactly the whole truth, but as much as she was willing to share with Liam Donovan. For good measure she added, “I seem to have that effect on men.”

      When she glanced back Liam was frowning.

      “You have no idea the effect you have on men, Natalie. You never did.”

      Oh. Well. She didn’t know how to take that.

      She moved to the refrigerator as a distraction and took out a carton of eggs, cheese and juice. “What are you doing back in Crimson? Ruth’s hip is healing just fine. In another week or so, she should be cleared to drive again. I don’t believe you’re here to see to her welfare.”

      “She practically raised me until I was eleven. I love that woman.”

      She rolled her eyes as she put a pan on the stove, then began to crack eggs into a small mixing bowl. “I know. And she thinks the sun rises and sets by you. It doesn’t answer the question.”

      “I’m here to see to her welfare.” As he stepped closer to her, Natalie worked to keep her fingers from trembling. He handed her an egg and she took it, making sure not to touch him in the process.

      She could feel him watching her but kept her attention focused on the task in front of her.

      “I believe someone is stealing money from my former nanny,” Liam said after a moment. Her gaze crashed into his as he continued, “I’m wondering if it might be you.”

      * * *

      Liam wasn’t sure how he wanted Natalie to react to his little bombshell. He’d said it more for the shock value because he wanted her as off balance as he felt. A part of him expected her to throw a fit or crack an egg over his head as she screamed out her denial. Instead, she placed the egg on the counter as she went brittely still.

      “Is that really what you think of me?” she asked, her gaze flaring as she watched him.

      No, never, a voice inside him wanted to argue. I think you are still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

      Even the ratty sweatshirt she wore couldn’t cover Nat’s perfect figure. Her dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail was still shiny and looked as soft as he remembered from years ago. She wore no makeup, but he’d always preferred her that way. Unlike when they were in high school, she now had faint circles under those big melted chocolate eyes that told him something was keeping her awake at night. Liam found himself wanting to know what it was and figure out a way to fix her troubles.

      But that wasn’t what this trip was about. Natalie had made her choice years ago. She’d picked this town over him. He wasn’t about to come crawling back to her.

      “I don’t know what to think, Nat. You came to work for her and two months later almost ten thousand dollars is missing from her account.”

      “Did you ask her about it?”

      “Of course I did. I called her when the accountant alerted me. She told me to mind my own business.”

      “Which wasn’t an option for you?”

      “She’s a strong woman, but not as strong as she once was, either mentally or physically. You’re her nurse so you must see that she’s frail. I won’t let someone take advantage of her.”

      “I would never do that.”

      “But you haven’t denied taking the money and you’ve let her return to the house when I arranged for assisted living.”

      She looked up at him now, her brown eyes blazing. “I didn’t steal anything, Liam.”

      Her voice was quiet but lethal. Liam realized he’d misread her stillness. He thought it might be masking guilt, but now he saw she was reining in her anger. Anger that he would accuse her of something so awful.

      “I’m sorry, Natalie. The way the accountant spoke it was too much of a coincidence to ignore. You started working for her and soon after money goes missing from her savings account.”

      “Does she know you’re monitoring her finances?”

      Liam blew out a breath. “She does now.” He watched as she put two bagels in the toaster, then poured the egg mixture into the heated pan. “She’s mad as all get out.”

      “Do you blame her?”

      “I want to keep her safe. People know I’ve settled money on her and that she barely touches it. I would have expected someone to take advantage of her long before this. That’s why I keep track of things.”

      “All signs to the contrary in your life, you can’t always bully or manipulate people into doing what you want. Ruth can make her own decisions about her savings.”

      “Trust me, I know very well that not everyone bends to my will just because I want them to.” He thought of a night long ago when Natalie had made him believe his heart was breaking in half. “But why is she acting like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about? Why isn’t she the least bit concerned the money is gone? That’s not like her. She’s hiding something. Maybe it’s not that someone is stealing from her. But there’s more to what’s going on. I’m going to find out what it is.”

      He saw her fingers tighten around the handle of the pan. “Either way, I’m sure Ruth will be glad to see you. If you want to use the guest bedrooms upstairs, Austin and I can move out.”

      “Natalie.” He placed his fingers on her shoulder. His chest took a direct hit as she flinched at the contact. “Kicking you out or waging some kind of war with you was never my intention.”

      She took a stack of plates from the cupboard, her sweatshirt rising above the waistband of her pants as she reached for a high shelf. His mind went blank for a moment at the sight of the creamy strip of skin across her lower back and the small birthmark that peeked out from her hip. Memories flooded back to him, along with a rush of heat to the lower half of his body.

      “You accused me of stealing from a woman we both love. How is that not waging war?”

      He shook his head to bring himself back to the present. “I had to be sure.”

      “And you are now?” Something about her tone and the way she wouldn’t make eye contact with him made his skin prickle with doubt.

      “I’m not getting the whole story, but I will figure it out.”

      “Go for it,” she snapped back quickly. “I don’t have Ruth’s money.”

      Her movements jerky, she dished eggs, bagels and sliced bananas onto the plates.

      “It wouldn’t matter if you did,” an unsteady voice called. “Thanks to Liam, I have plenty to spare.”

      Liam turned as Ruth and Austin appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. His breath caught as he watched her lean heavily on a carved wooden cane. He’d arrived in Crimson late last night, so he hadn’t seen his former nanny before this morning. Knowing she was an early riser like him, he’d come to the property at the crack of dawn. She’d been awake but still in bed, so he hadn’t fully noticed how frail she looked compared to the hearty, healthy woman he once knew. Ruth had always been larger than