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  She opened her eyes. He stared at her, wanting her as he had never wanted anything in his life. She was temptation personified. He had no right even to touch her, and yet his body told him that this woman belonged to him, that she was meant to be his. If he kissed her, if he allowed himself to touch her, to caress her, would he be able to stop? He honestly didn’t know.

  His lips swooped down over hers, fast and furious, but with as much restraint as he could muster. She tried to turn her face, to end the kiss. He kept his mouth tightly on hers. She struggled, inclining right and left, then she shoved against his chest and stopped his attack. They glared at each other for an endless moment, both of them breathless and undeniably aroused.

  He kissed her again. Softer. With as much gentleness as he could manage. She didn’t struggle, didn’t fight him, didn’t try to turn away from him. He teased her mouth with sweet kisses, tender nips and moist, seductive swipes of his tongue. When she sighed with pleasure, he took advantage and dipped his tongue into her mouth. She responded to his blatant invasion, returning his kiss with equal fervor.

  They both gave themselves over completely to the moment Hot. Wild. Free. Consumed with a raging hunger. He devoured; she reciprocated. And when it wasn’t enough, when passion demanded more, Ella lifted her hands to encircle his neck. Her fingers threaded through the long hair at the nape of his neck.

  He pressed his erection against the apex between her thighs, showing her that he wanted her in the most basic way a man can want a woman. She rubbed herself against him, her movements sensual and alluring. He lifted his left hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and held her head in place, securing her mouth to his. Although he didn’t think she was going anywhere, he wanted to make sure. He ached with the need to take her, to open her up and lose himself in her sweet body. He placed his right hand on her hip and caressed her through the fine cotton material of her skirt. Her body was round and full. A woman’s body. A man’s greatest temptation. He eased his hand down her thigh. His fingers ate the material, bunching it up, drawing it higher and higher, so that he was able to slide his hand beneath and stroke the smooth flesh of her outer thigh.

  He lifted his mouth from hers and looked at her flushed face. She whimpered. He raked his cheek across hers, then nibbled on her earlobe. ‘You do like danger, don’t you, babe?’

  She shuddered, alive with desire. Needing and wanting. Probably hurting in the same way he was.

  He kissed her neck – quick, nibbling kisses – then covered her collarbone with the same attention. His mouth sought and found her pebble-hard nipple straining against her bra and the bodice of her sleeveless red blouse. When he encompassed the peak with his lips and sucked through the material, she flung back her head and moaned.

  ‘Tell me you want me,’ he said.

  ‘I want you.’ The words tumbled out in a breathy sigh.

  ‘Say my name,’ he demanded.

  ‘Reed.’ She clung to him, her mouth seeking his again. ‘I want you, Reed.’

  He inserted two fingers beneath the leg-band of her panties. Just as he skimmed over the triangle of curls, a noise rumbled inside his head. He felt Ella tense. Laughter. The laughter of children. Dammit, not now! But the sound grew louder and mingled with voices.

  ‘Ah, babe, someone’s coming this way.’ He withdrew his hand from her panties, smoothed her skirt over her legs and garnering all the willpower he possessed, separated his body from hers.

  Ella took a deep breath. Her eyelids fluttered and her breasts rose and fell with labored breaths. She was still as aroused as he, still aching for fulfillment.

  Within minutes, two women and a gang of preteen boys and girls came into view just across the bridge. Ella wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to move away from Reed. He grabbed her wrist, halting her withdrawal.

  ‘When can I see you again? Tonight?’ To his own ears he sounded as if he were pleading. Hell, maybe he was. If she wanted him down on his knees, he’d go there, if that’s what it took.

  ‘No,’ she told him, her gaze jerking to and fro, checking to see if they had been noticed.

  ‘When?’

  ‘I don’t know.’ She pulled free.

  ‘You don’t want things to end like this. I know you don’t. Sooner or later, we’re going to finish what we started here today.’

  ‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘We can’t.’

  Ella hurried away from Reed, leaving him there in the Sarah Rogers Garden all alone, with the hard-on from hell.

  13

  ‘I do wish you could get away for a few days and come with us,’ Webb said as he spread orange marmalade on his toast. ‘This will be the first time you haven’t gone to the beach with us. It won’t be the same without you.’

  ‘You know Ella can’t just up and leave,’ Carolyn said. ‘Not now that she’s a judge. We’ve offered to postpone our annual trip this summer and she wouldn’t hear of it.’

  ‘I don’t like the idea of leaving her here in Spring Creek. Not with Reed Conway out of prison. There’s no way to know what that man might do. I think we should change our plans, postpone our trip and stay here.’

  Ella set her china cup on the saucer. This morning was a rare occasion. Seldom did her mother come to the table for breakfast. Customarily, Viola served breakfast to Carolyn in bed. But this morning was special – the first day of her family’s annual Gulf Shores vacation. Her family owned a house right on the beach.

  ‘I’d think you two would be looking forward to some time alone together. You could make this a very romantic vacation.’

  ‘She’s right, you know.’ Carolyn reached for Webb’s hand. ‘It’s been ages since the two of us had any time alone.’

  He caught Carolyn’s hand in his, but glanced at Ella. ‘With the Halls and Donnells spending a week at the beach the same time we are, I doubt we’ll have much time to ourselves. You know how Kit Hall and Pattie Donnell love to monopolize your mother’s time.’

  ‘And if I know Jim Donnell and Trey Hall, they’ll have you off deep-sea fishing by the second day we’re there.’ Carolyn glanced meaningfully at Ella. ‘Pattie Donnell is bringing her two grandchildren with her. Jim Jr’s two little girls. If you’d just give Dan some encouragement, I could have a grandchild one day soon.’

  ‘Mother, please, I don’t want to discuss Dan. Not again. I’ve told you and Daddy that Dan and I have agreed to end things. We’re having a farewell lunch today.’

  ‘For the life of me, I don’t understand you, Eleanor. Fine young men like Dan don’t come along every day of the week.’ Carolyn munched on a bite of toast. ‘It could be ages before someone half as suitable shows an interest in you.’

  ‘Carolyn, really,’ Webb said. ‘Ella’s a fantastic catch for some lucky man. And I dare say that we’ll never think anyone is quite good enough for her, but if she doesn’t love Dan, then—’

  ‘She could learn to love him.’ Carolyn glared at her husband.

  ‘I would think you’d want more than that for her. I certainly do.’

  Ella let out a long, low whistle. Her parents turned their heads and stared at her. ‘Hey, I’m sitting right here. Don’t talk to each other as if I’m not.’

  ‘Sorry, honey,’ Webb said.

  ‘Will you two stop worrying? I’m fine. I’m a big girl who can take care of herself and make all her own decisions. So, what I want is for my mother and father to go to their beach house and spend a relaxing week together. A romantic week.’

  Before either Webb or Carolyn could reply, Bessie entered the breakfast room with a long, white florist’s box in her hands. She cleared her throat.

  ‘I found this lying on the back doorstep,’ Bessie said. ‘There’s a card attached with Miss Ella’s name on it.’

  ‘My, my, flowers on a Friday morning. Someone is obviously trying to patch things up.’ Carolyn eyed the box curiously.

  ‘I don’t understand why the florist didn’t ring the doorbell and deliver them to the front door,’ Webb sa
id.

  ‘What do you want me to do with ’em?’ Bessie asked.

  ‘Give them to Miss Ella, of course.’ Carolyn sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward, an expression of exasperation over the hired help’s lack of astuteness.

  Bessie had been with the Porter house for four years now, ever since her aunt, Maisie Clark, retired at the age of seventy, and still she lacked the proper attitude for a servant. ‘Maisie knew her place,’ Ella had heard her mother say more than once. ‘But Bessie is much too fresh. She acts as if she thinks she’s our equal.’ And it was a real bone of contention between Carolyn and Bessie that Bessie refused to live in as her aunt had done.

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Bessie dumped the box on the table in front of Ella, right beside her plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.

  The moment the housekeeper disappeared into the kitchen, Carolyn said, ‘Webb, we simply must find someone to replace that woman. She’s totally unsuited to being a servant.’

  ‘Now, we’ve been through this before,’ Webb said. ‘Bessie is good at her job. She keeps this house spotless and she runs things like a well-oiled machine. She’s a good cook, too. Almost as good as Maisie was. Just because she doesn’t bow and scrape enough to suit you doesn’t mean we need to replace her.’

  ‘She doesn’t bow and scrape at all.’ Carolyn huffed.

  Ella untied the red ribbon from around the white box, laid the ribbon on the table and lifted the lid. ‘How beautiful.’ Red roses. Not her favorite, but beautiful all the same.

  ‘That’s odd. There isn’t a florist label on the box,’ Ella said. ‘Our three local florists usually attach an identification sticker when they deliver flowers.’

  ‘Check for a card,’ Carolyn said. ‘The florist label may be on the card. I’m sure Dan used The Flower Box.’

  Yes, Ella thought. Of course Dan would use only The Flower Box, since it was the florist everyone in their social circle used. She wished Dan hadn’t sent flowers. If he’d thought roses would soften her heart and make her more inclined to give their relationship a second chance, then he was wrong. He shouldn’t have wasted his money.

  What if they’re not from Dan?

  Ella’s heartbeat accelerated. When she lifted the card from the box top, her hand trembled. Reed wouldn’t send her flowers, would he? He didn’t seem to be the romantic type. If they were from Reed, how would she ever explain to her parents? She could hardly say, ‘I almost made love with Reed in the woods at the park yesterday.’ She’d gotten very little sleep last night. Actually, she had been afraid to fall asleep, afraid she’d dream of Reed.

  Dear God, what had she been thinking yesterday to have allowed things to get so out of hand? That was just the problem – she hadn’t been thinking. She’d been feeling. The emotions Reed aroused in her were unlike anything she’d ever known. A hunger so great that she would have risked discovery, right there in the Sarah Rogers Garden. She would have let Reed make love to her in the same way his cousin had made love to her aunt Cybil. But that kind of mating wasn’t lovemaking. It was nothing more than screwing to release sexual tension.

  ‘Aren’t you going to read the card?’ Carolyn asked.

  ‘Huh? Oh, yes, of course.’ The small envelope in which the card was encased had her name typed on it. But there was no florist’s label. She lifted the card out of the envelope and began to read aloud.

  Red roses for the sexiest woman in town. And a surprise to keep you guessing. This time, there’s no harm. Next time – be prepared.

  ‘What the hell kind of message is that?’ Webb shoved back his chair, stood and rounded the table. He grabbed the card out of Ella’s hand. ‘The damn thing is typed.’

  ‘I don’t understand,’ Carolyn said. ‘Why would Dan—’

  ‘Hell, woman, don’t be dense,’ Webb roared. ‘Dan Gilmore didn’t send these.’

  Ella’s hand hovered over the lovely flowers. A dozen perfect long-stemmed roses. Suddenly something slithered over the roses, weaving in and out around the stems. Ella gasped. What on earth?

  ‘Daddy, I … I think there’s something in this box.’ Her pulse drummed maddingly inside her head.

  Webb grabbed the box away from her and dumped the contents onto the breakfast room floor. The roses fell apart, scattering across the hardwood surface. A green snake wriggled about at Webb’s feet.

  Carolyn screamed. Ella jumped out of her chair.

  ‘God damn it!’ Webb eyed the scaly creature, then reached down and picked it up.

  ‘Webb, be careful!’ Carolyn cried.

  ‘It’s nothing but a harmless garden snake,’ he explained, then left the room, carrying the squirming serpent with him.

  ‘This is Reed Conway’s doing,’ Carolyn said. ‘I was afraid he wouldn’t stop with letters and phone calls.’

  Ella whirled around and stared at her mother. ‘How did you find out about the letters and … Daddy and I didn’t want you to know. Who told you?’

  Carolyn glanced into her lap, averting direct eye contact.

  ‘Viola somehow found out and told you, didn’t she,’ Ella said. ‘She knew we didn’t want you to worry.’

  Carolyn held out her hand beseechingly. ‘You mustn’t be angry with Viola. You know I depend on her to keep me abreast of everything. She’s been my most loyal confidante all these years. She understood that I had a right to know my daughter was being threatened.’

  ‘No one has actually threatened me. Harassed me, yes. Threatened me, no.’

  ‘What do you call sending someone a snake?’ Carolyn glanced toward the closed door leading into the kitchen. ‘There’s simply no way that Webb and I can go off to the Gulf and leave you here alone.’

  ‘No, Mother, y’all are not staying here. You look forward to this trip every year. I will not let you cancel your plans because of a stupid garden snake.’

  ‘A garden snake this time,’ Carolyn said. ‘But what about next time. He said this time, no harm. Next time – be prepared.’

  ‘This could have been someone’s idea of a sick joke,’ Ella said. ‘It may have nothing to do with the letters and phone calls.’

  Webb stomped into the room. ‘I thought we’d agreed not to tell your mother about—’

  ‘She didn’t tell me,’ Carolyn explained. ‘I already knew.’

  ‘Viola.’ Webb groaned.

  ‘We can’t go to the Gulf now, Webb.’

  ‘I agree.’

  ‘No!’ Ella flung out her arms, the palms of her hands open, in a gesture of exasperation. ‘Letters, phone calls and a harmless garden snake aren’t going to hurt me. I refuse to allow the person who is harassing me to scare me.’

  ‘The person who is harassing you?’ Carolyn inquired. ‘You can’t mean you think it’s anyone other than Reed Conway.’

  ‘I don’t know who it is, but we have no proof that it’s Reed.’ Ella didn’t dare say more, couldn’t defend Reed and risk her parents’ displeasure. Displeasure? Get real, Ella. Outrage would be more like it.

  ‘He went a little too far with the prank he pulled today,’ Webb said. ‘Frank Nelson should be able to track down the florist those’ – Webb eyed the flowers in the floor – ‘roses came from and find out if they have a record of who purchased them.’

  ‘Unless they’re stolen,’ Carolyn said.

  ‘What?’ Webb and Ella piped in unison.

  ‘Reed Conway killed a man. You don’t honestly think that stealing flowers would be beneath him, do you?’

  ‘I’m calling Frank,’ Webb said.

  Ella laced her arm through her father’s. ‘The flowers were probably purchased at Food Express or another grocery store. If that’s the case, there won’t be any record of who purchased them. So, go ahead and call Frank, but after you do that, put this problem in his hands. I insist that you and mother get in the car this morning and head for the Gulf as planned. I’ll be perfectly all right here for a week without y’all. Aunt Cybil and Uncle Jeff Henry are right next door, and if I get lonely I’ll spend a few ni
ghts with Heather.’

  Carolyn frowned. ‘Oh, dear. I suppose you’re right. It’s just that I shudder to think what might happen while we’re gone.’

  ‘Nothing is going to happen. And if by some chance it does, I’ll contact Frank immediately.’ Ella knew what this week at their family’s cottage meant to her mother. Over the years, it had become an annual ritual.

  ‘Maybe I’ll pay Reed Conway a visit before we leave,’ Webb said.

  ‘No, Daddy, don’t do that. You’ll lose your temper and there’s no telling what might happen. You and Reed might come to blows. You don’t want to go on vacation with a black eye, do you?’

  ‘Someone needs to warn that man again.’ Webb clenched his hands into fists.

  ‘If Reed needs warning again, let Frank do it. After all, it’s his job.’ Ella patted her father’s forearm. ‘Besides, how many times can Reed be given a warning when there’s no proof that he’s behind the harassment.’

  ‘We’ll get the proof,’ Webb said. ‘And when we do, Reed will be heading straight back to prison.’

  ‘That’s exactly where he belongs,’ Carolyn said.

  Was Reed the person harassing her? Ella asked herself. She didn’t believe he was. But what if she was wrong? What if he’d sent the letters, made the phone calls, left the flowers? What if pursuing her was part of his plan for vengeance?

  She wouldn’t see him again, wouldn’t allow herself to be alone with him. He might excite her in a way no other man ever had, but he also frightened her in the same inexplicable way. No doubt about it – Reed was a dangerous man. Any smart woman would stay the hell away from him.

  Cybil looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and groaned. Despite the facelift she’d had three years ago when she turned forty-five, old age was catching up with her. Every day she noticed a new wrinkle, fine lines creeping up her neck and at the edges of her eyes. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair. If not for the monthly visit to her beautician, her black hair would be streaked with gray.