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  That night, after dinner was over and Lucas had bathed, Mallory took her own shower and slipped into her nightgown. Then she grabbed a book from one of the boxes she’d yet to unpack and went to the living room before going to bed.

  She hadn’t even read three paragraphs when a knock sounded at the front door.

  Who could that be?

  A new neighbor, welcoming her to Brighton Valley? It was nearly eight and pretty late for a visit like that. She set aside the novel, got to her feet and headed for the door.

  “Yes?” she asked before reaching for the knob.

  “Mallory, its Rick Martinez.”

  At the familiar sound of his voice, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

  She had no idea how long she stood there, wondering what to say, what to do.

  “Are you there?” he asked.

  Well, there was no getting around it, she supposed. So she took a deep breath, then slowly blew it out before unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door to see what he wanted.

  Tonight, standing under the porch light and wearing a pair of worn denim jeans and a black T-shirt, he didn’t appear anywhere near as conservative as he had earlier. In fact, he reminded her of the rebellious teen she’d once known.

  His hair was still damp, as though he, too, had just stepped out of the shower.

  “I hope it’s not too late.” His gaze moved from her eyes, to her lips, to her throat and lower, before making its way back to her face.

  She’d been so caught up in the way he filled out his T-shirt, in the realization that he still resembled a rebel, either with or without a cause, that she’d forgotten the fact that she was only wearing a flimsy, lightweight robe over a thin cotton gown.

  “I…uh…” She fiddled with the lapel, tugging at it, hoping her nipples didn’t show through the soft and comfy but well-worn fabric.

  “There are a few things I wanted to talk to you about,” he said. “I think it’ll make running into each other a little easier from now on.”

  She folded her arms across her chest. “Yes, I know. And you’re probably right. But now really isn’t a good time.”

  “Why?”

  There were plenty of reasons. For one thing, she’d been harboring the pain of their breakup for years and had put it behind her. Why stir things up now?

  And if that wasn’t enough, Lucas was upstairs, although he’d been so quiet that he might have fallen asleep.

  But mostly she didn’t want to enter any kind of discussion with Rick Martinez while she was dressed in her nightgown, especially since he’d always made her a little uneasy.

  He’d also had a way of exciting her, too, and apparently none of that had changed.

  Everything else in her life had, though. She’d kicked the dangerous Rick Martinez addiction years ago.

  She had a new man in her life now, a stockbroker who cared enough about her to ask his investment firm to transfer him to their Wexler office so they could be together.

  Brian Winslow didn’t stir her blood the way Rick once had, but they were mature adults. They were also better suited to each other, with common interests and goals—things that made for an enduring relationship.

  Rick’s gaze swept over her again, sending her already thumping heart topsy-turvy. She tried to ignore the power he still held over her, hoping that once he’d said what he came to say that it would all go away. That he’d go away.

  But she wasn’t dressed for company, and even if she was, did she want to invite him in and make things more awkward between them than she had to?

  She’d never expected Rick to stay in Brighton Valley, especially since she’d known how humiliated he’d been when his uncle had been arrested and convicted for assault after beating his aunt unconscious.

  She knew, once he’d turned eighteen, Rick had only stuck around because of her. At least, that’s what he’d told her back then.

  “I…uh… It’s not a good time,” she said, using the door as a shield, “but if you’d like to come back tomorrow, that would be okay.”

  He didn’t make a move toward leaving, and that same awkward silence stretched before them again.

  For a moment, the memories came rolling back, along with the sexual awareness that swarmed around them like lightning bugs in a Mason jar.

  What she needed was a diversion.

  But the one she got wasn’t the one she wanted.

  “Hey, Mom,” Lucas called from the upstairs landing. “Where did you put my Star Wars Lego set? Is it still in one of the boxes? Or did we forget to bring it when we moved?”

  His footsteps sounded as he padded downstairs, and her heart belly flopped into the pit of her stomach. Her whole world was going to blow sky high the moment Rick spotted Lucas.

  After all, he’d have to be blind not to see what she saw each time she looked at the boy.

  Lucas was the spitting image of Rick Martinez.

  Copyright © 2014 by Judy Duarte

  ISBN-13: 9781460327388

  LASSOED BY FORTUNE

  Copyright © 2014 by Harlequin Books S.A.

  Special thanks and acknowledgment to Marie Ferrarella for her contribution to the Fortunes of Texas: Welcome to Horseback Hollow continuity.

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