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  “Actually, I know how you feel. Your brother cornered me yesterday,” Russ admitted.

  Her head whipped in his direction. “Jake?”

  “Yeah. You shouldn’t be so surprised. I told you how your brothers would react when they found out we were sleeping together.”

  “But we’re not,” she protested, then a flush rose to her cheeks. “I mean, we’re not now.”

  Russ’s lip twisted at the reminder. It had been days since he’d touched her. Long, difficult days of spending time with her and wanting so bad to kiss her that he ached with it. “They don’t know that. They want me to make an honest woman of you. We’re gonna have to set a date and stick by it.”

  “No!”

  Gritting his teeth, Russ tried to hold on to his temper. “You can fight this all you want, but it’s gonna happen.”

  “There’s got to be another solution. We just have to think of something.”

  “Yeah? Like what?” he demanded.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but I’ll come up with something.”

  “Try coming up with a short date. That’ll satisfy everyone.”

  “Not me!” She lifted her chin defiantly. Marrying Russ, even for a little while, would undermine her desire to control her life. That wasn’t an option.

  His expression stony, Russ shifted his attention back to the road and turned onto a narrow dirt drive. The truck bounced over a few ruts in the path before he pulled to a stop in front of a large, two-story structure.

  “You bought the Petersons’ place?” she asked, looking around her, her eyes widening. He nodded and got out of the truck. She quickly followed. “Really?” Lynn was stunned. Though ten minutes away by car, the Peterson property line backed up to the McCalls’, making it accessible by horseback.

  He nodded and looked toward the two-story farmhouse. “It needs a lot of work, I know.”

  The old farmhouse stood before them. It was sturdily built with fluted columns and a slate roof. Two large dormers jutted out from the second floor. “It has so much character,” she said with admiration.

  “I ran into Peterson in town one day and he mentioned that he and his wife were moving back east to be with her mother who was ill. I told him I’d keep an eye on the place for him if he wanted. He said he was more interested in selling it, that he was getting too old to keep up with it and he didn’t think they’d be coming back.” He looked at the house and saw it through her eyes. Lynn was used to the best, and he figured the place looked pretty shabby to her.

  “They had several kids. Didn’t any of them want it?”

  Russ walked up to the front door, which was in dire need of a coat of paint. He absently picked off a peeling gray chip. “His son got a job in the computer industry and lives somewhere in California, and both his daughters married and moved away.”

  “Oh.” Lynn stepped onto the porch, then she waited for Russ to open the door.

  “I decided to start doing repairs inside, but I hope to have it painted before winter sets in,” he explained as they stepped inside. “I’ve been working on it now and then when I have some free time.”

  Looking around as she walked in, Lynn realized this was where Russ went on his time off. Had he come here the other night when she’d seen him leave the Bar M? The smell of fresh paint filled her nostrils as she walked through the rooms downstairs. She liked that he’d chosen a soft off-white color for the walls.

  “Did they leave this furniture?” she asked, noticing that although the rooms weren’t completely furnished, there were a few pieces of furniture in each room.

  “They said they didn’t have room to take it all and left some behind.”

  “Did you put this in?” she asked, admiring the bannister as they walked up the wooden staircase. A couple of the steps creaked under her feet.

  He ran his hand across the smooth, dark-stained wood. “I’ve got some equipment out in the barn,” he admitted a little reluctantly.

  “You built this?” Fascinated, she inspected his work. “It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed. Automatically her gaze went to his hands, the same hands that had intimately caressed her body. Of course, she’d known he was talented in that department, but she’d had no idea that he could create such exquisite woodwork. Realizing where her thoughts had turned, she gulped. “Is this where you go at night?”

  Russ’s expression turned thoughtful. “Where I go?” he repeated.

  Too late, Lynn realized what she’d asked. “I saw you leaving the Bar M the other night,” she admitted.

  “And you wondered where I was going?”

  Annoyed by the satisfied grin on his face, Lynn rolled her eyes. “Not exactly.”

  “Yes, you did,” Russ said.

  “Okay, so what if I did? You were the one so determined to make people believe that this engagement is real. I thought—”

  “That I was going to see a woman?” he supplied, and appeared quite pleased that she’d been thinking about him and where he’d been going. “Well, I wasn’t. I’m not involved with anyone, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

  Lynn frowned at him. “I wasn’t worried.” She stepped over a freshly painted piece of baseboard.

  “Uh-huh.” He took her hand and pulled her along behind him, leading her though the rest of the upstairs, showing her the bedrooms.

  Each room was in a different stage of repair, except for the master bedroom, which seemed to be finished. “You’ve done a lot of work,” she said.

  “A little here and there. I’ve been concentrating on the kitchen, trying to get it up-to-date. C’mon, I’ll show you.” He indicated for her to follow him down yet another staircase at the back of the house which led into the large kitchen. There was lots of cabinet space, and the range had been replaced. The sink was white enamel, and the cabinet beneath was open, the pipes taken apart.

  “You’re doing the plumbing?”

  “I’ve had quite a few odd jobs. I picked up a little of this and that along the way.”

  Lynn nodded. Before he’d come to the Bar M, it seemed he’d been pretty much a drifter. She turned around in a circle. The room still needed a lot of work, but it was coming along nicely considering only one person was working on it. There was a sturdy wooden kitchen table in the corner, and most of the curtains had been left.

  Suddenly, an idea took shape in her mind, and she spun back around to face him. “Oh my gosh, Russ, this is the answer to our problem!”

  She had that look on her face that warned him he wasn’t going to like what she was going to say. “I don’t see how.”

  Her mind began to churn even faster. “We can pretend to elope, live here a while until things cool down. After a while, we’ll pretend to get a divorce, and by then I’ll have figured out a way to start my own place.”

  “We can’t do that!”

  “I know it sounds kind of crazy, but it’ll work.”

  “It won’t work, and I’m not going to go along with it so just forget it.” He admired her tenacity when it came to starting her own horse ranch, but all he could think about was that her future plans didn’t involve him. He started out of the room, and she grabbed for his arm, but missed. She had to practically run to catch up with him.

  “Wait! Listen!”

  Russ abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned to confront her. Lynn’s momentum carried her smack into his arms. He tensed, then swiftly set her away from him. “No. End of story.” His hands went to his hips.

  “Russ, just think about it!” she pleaded.

  “I’m not going to play these games with you anymore, and I’m not lying to your family, either.” He was already in way over his head. If he went along with her latest scheme, Russ could just imagine that he’d be the laughingstock of Crockett when the truth came out.

  And eventually it would, no matter how hard they tried to keep it quiet. He’d already lived through one bad experience. His wife’s infidelity was the reason he’d left his hometown. Now, ready to se
ttle down and live his life in peace, he’d invested everything he’d earned into this land and this house. He wasn’t going to risk losing it by going along with her crazy plan.

  “But, it’ll get Ashley and Catherine off my back, and Jake and Ryder will leave you alone. They’ll think we’re already married and quit expecting us to set a date. It’s the perfect answer!”

  “It’s not even close to being the perfect answer. As a matter of fact, it’s damned near the dumbest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth! It’s right up there with, ‘we’re engaged,’ which started this whole fiasco.” There was no way he was going along with it.

  “All right,” she conceded. “Then you think of something because I can’t take the pressure much longer!” she challenged, irritated that he wouldn’t even consider the idea.

  Russ looked directly into her eyes. As he saw it, there was only one way out of the whole mess.

  “Okay, let’s really elope.”

  “What?” Realizing he was dead serious, Lynn stared at him wide-eyed and stunned.

  “You heard me. Let’s elope. We can drive to San Luis and get married right there at the courthouse. We’ll tell your family the truth for a change, that we got married. The end result will be the same—they’ll leave us alone.”

  “You want us to really get married?”

  He nodded, not really understanding her surprise. He’d been telling her that he was going to marry her for days. Though she’d fought him all along, Russ still had every intention of following through on his word. Maybe now she would take him seriously. If he could get her to agree, he’d have lived up to his promise to her brother.

  “And live together? Here?” she squeaked.

  “It makes more sense than that cockamamy scheme of yours.”

  Lynn backed up a step. “I don’t know.”

  “It’ll also solve our problem if you’re pregnant.”

  “I’m not pregnant!” she insisted. She’d assured him that being anxious could cause her period to be late. She didn’t want him to know that she was beginning to worry about it herself.

  “So you keep saying. At least this way, we’ll be married if you are,” he reasoned.

  “I guess it could work.”

  “It’s the right thing to do. You can’t like keeping the truth from your family. I have this house so we can live here for a while, then when things cool down and we know pregnancy is no longer a factor, we’ll call it off.”

  Lynn hesitated a moment longer, then said, “Okay, I’ll agree on one condition.”

  “Name it,” Russ said, ready to agree to anything if she’d just go along with him for a change.

  “We don’t sleep together.”

  “We don’t?”

  “No. Neither of us wants things more complicated than they already are. You don’t really want to be married, and neither do I. If we don’t sleep together after we’re married, we could get an annulment rather than a divorce.”

  Of course, she’d have to control her attraction to him, keep him at a distance. She’d already put her heart at risk by making love with him again. Any further intimacy between them could lead to her falling in love with him, and that was something she wanted no part of. She wasn’t going to fall in love with Russ. She wasn’t going to jeopardize her dream of running her own life and starting her own horse ranch. But marrying Russ would buy her time to make some new plans, she reasoned as she waited for his answer.

  Russ regarded her with uncertainty. Though ready to agree to anything she asked, she’d caught him off guard with that one. He had to admit that it made sense. He’d do well to remember that he needed to keep his distance from her.

  He didn’t like the idea of keeping their plan of getting an annulment from her family, but it couldn’t be helped. He’d wanted to protect her reputation, as well as his own, and now she was willing to meet him halfway. “All right,” he agreed, knowing her condition was going to be hard to abide by, but determined to keep his word.

  Well, hell, at least he’d have done right by her. It was a means to an end.

  In theory, it would work.

  So why did he feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest?

  Nine

  Lynn stared out of the blurry side window of the truck as Russ pulled to a stop in front of the courthouse in San Luis. Rain pelted the windows, and she shivered when a violent bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

  Not exactly how she’d pictured her wedding day.

  Of course, it wasn’t like this was a real wedding. She and Russ weren’t going to be sharing the same bed, after all. Stealing a glance at him, a part of her regretted making that stipulation. They’d get married, and for the next few months, they were more or less going to live as man and wife—at least in the literal sense. Her desire for his touch was something she’d have to work on. She’d simply use mind over matter.

  As if that’s going to work.

  Okay, so maybe she’d gotten herself into yet another predicament, but she’d handle it somehow. A loud crack of thunder boomed and Lynn jumped. The weather had provided them with the perfect opportunity to slip away from the ranch for the morning. However, if it cleared up, they’d have to try and catch up on things this afternoon, so they were under pressure to get this done and return home.

  Since they’d decided to elope, they’d been sneaking away from the Bar M, using every free minute possible to make Russ’s farmhouse livable. She and Russ had actually managed to get along with each other through the fixing-up process. The Petersons had done what was necessary to keep it up, but the rooms hadn’t been painted in years. Russ had been determined to get as much done as possible before they moved in.

  Lynn had thought it was a good idea until she found herself imagining what it would be like to live there permanently with Russ. Her heart was constantly in turmoil, confused by her desire to be with him, and her need for independence and control. She couldn’t sacrifice what she’d been fighting for, not even for a chance at winning Russ’s heart.

  And a slim chance was all it would be. He was only marrying her out of honor, out of a sense of doing what he felt was right. He’d told her more than once he was protecting his own reputation as well as hers.

  He didn’t love her. She wasn’t foolish enough to think that he ever could. He’d said little on the ride to the courthouse, and that had been fine with her. The whole thing seemed a bit surreal.

  “Wait here. I’ll come around and get the door,” he told her as he reached for the handle.

  Lynn nodded. He grabbed an umbrella from the floorboard and got out, popping it open as he trotted around the truck. She opened her door as he came closer, then hurried out beside him. Russ tucked her next to him, and together they ran through the downpour to the entrance of the courthouse.

  Their clothes were practically soaked from the knees down as they rushed toward the gray stone building. Lynn shivered as they stepped inside. Her heart hammered as Russ talked to a receptionist, then led her down a wide hallway to a wooden door. Opening it, he stepped aside for Lynn to enter, and together they approached the first desk they reached. A white-haired woman with glasses perched on the end of her nose looked up at them, her expression expectant.

  “May I help you?” she asked, and her smile was welcoming.

  Lynn felt her throat close, and she looked to Russ.

  “Yes. We’re, uh, here to get a marriage license.” He reached for her hand and held it in his, wishing the whole experience was over.

  Lynn nervously fingered the folds of her simple white dress as he took the papers to fill out. She’d felt a little silly when she’d chosen it from her closet, but Russ’s quick notice of it when he’d arrived to pick her up eased her anxiousness a little. She was equally glad that he’d donned black dress pants and a soft blue dress shirt.

  “Oh, yes, I can tell. You have that look about you.”

  Both Lynn and Russ looked at each other. She giggled at the way his brows came together
.

  “Well, now, you’ve come to the right place. There are a few forms to fill out.” The woman reached over and took some papers out of a folder. “Here they are. Each of you will need to fill out information on this form, then we’ll need both of your signatures on this one.” She passed the papers and two pens to Russ, then indicated the empty table and chairs in the corner of the room. “You can fill them out right there if you like.”

  Russ nodded, then steered Lynn toward the table where they both took a seat. He handed her a pen and one of the papers, then began filling out his information. When finished, he passed it to her to do the same. Lynn quickly filled out her information, then they signed where indicated and returned to the desk.

  “All right. I’ll have your license ready in just a few minutes. You’ll be on your way in no time. You do realize there’s a three-day waiting period?”

  Lynn glanced at Russ and saw he was as surprised as she was. “There is? You mean we can’t get married right now?”

  “In a hurry, huh?” She chuckled. “Well, you can go before the judge and ask him to waive the waiting period,” she informed them.

  “All right,” Russ replied, wondering why he hadn’t at least called to check out the process. “Where do we do that?” he asked as the woman gave him the license.

  She gave him the directions to the judge’s courtroom. “You may have to wait a few minutes if he’s busy.”

  Russ folded the paper and took Lynn’s hand again. “Is he the one who’ll marry us?”

  “Oh, no, honey, he only does the waivers.”

  Russ frowned again. How could getting married be so difficult? “Who do we see to get married today?”

  “Well, I wish you’d have called before coming here. District Judge Kinney can marry you, but he’s in court right now. You’re welcome to wait, of course.”