The Playboy (Chandler Brothers 2)

“Can you do that?”

He shrugged. “I just did. Feel better?”

“Much.” She came back to bed then and treated him to a grateful hug. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much that meant to me.”

Rick couldn’t tell her how much she’d come to mean to him. Not without scaring her off. “I’ll go with you to get her.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

“I can get someone to switch shifts.”

Warmth filled her gaze. “I really appreciate that. You know for all my talk about loving my sister, we haven’t lived together since I was eighteen. I don’t know what to do with a teenager. And an angry one at that.” She shivered at the obviously overwhelming sense of responsibility. “How can I get through to her?”

“She called you, didn’t she? You two will come to terms.”

Kendall shook her head. “I’m sure I wasn’t her first choice but she didn’t have anyone else to call. I got the distinct impression she doesn’t think I care much. I do, but I’m beginning to understand—I’ve given her reason to believe what she does.” She hung her head, obviously not proud of herself.

He tipped her chin upward. “Kendall, you’re her sister, not her parent. You were living through your own problems. You’re here for her now. That’s all that counts.”

He ran a soothing hand over her bare back, savoring the feel of her skin. The closeness they’d shared had been a moment out of time. Reality had intruded in the form of a fourteen-year-old girl. Rick felt sorry for both Kendall and Hannah. He hated losing the alone time he’d planned to share with Kendall, but he’d be here for her and help her through this rough patch.

She gave him a shaky smile. “Thanks. I guess I’ll have to try to locate my parents, if they can be found, which is unlikely. They’re on an excursion in Africa somewhere.”

“No cell phones there, huh?”

“No. Which means any decisions regarding Hannah are my responsibility.” She sighed. “And I promised her no more Vermont Acres, so I’ll have to feel her out and see what kind of school she’d be happy in come fall.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I mean you wouldn’t want to tie yourself down to anyone or anything.”

She stiffened her spine and glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rick shook his head. “Nothing.” Damn his big mouth. “It’s just that staying in Yorkshire Falls is another possible solution to Hannah’s problem.”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “No. New York City was my last permanent gig for a while.” She glanced away as she spoke, unable to meet his gaze.

Because she was fighting her urge to stay? He hoped so. Because sometime during the night, despite his good intentions, he’d fallen hard for Kendall Sutton. Oh, hell. He’d fallen from the minute he’d seen her in her wedding dress on the side of the road.

With her sister’s arrival, Rick was given the chance to convince Kendall that Yorkshire Falls was her home and the small town provided the perfect place to put Hannah in school and settle down. In his dreams.

Well, he’d damn well better begin rebuilding those walls if he wanted to walk away with his heart intact.

* * *

Kendall thought teenagers were supposed to chatter nonstop. But the silence in the car was deafening. As soon as Hannah had walked off the bus and sidestepped her attempted hug, Kendall knew she was in trouble. When Hannah had looked past Kendall to Rick’s uniformed presence, Kendall realized she’d made a huge mistake bringing him along for this first meeting.

“What’s with the cop?” her sister had asked, complete and utter disdain in her voice.

“He’s not a cop, he’s my . . .” Kendall’s voice had trailed off. Rick was a cop, just not here because of anything Hannah had done. And Kendall had no idea how to categorize her relationship with Rick to herself let alone to her fourteen-year-old sister. She settled on what she thought was a benign term. “Boyfriend.”

“Oh, gross.”

“Speaking of gross, just what did you do to your hair?”

Hannah grabbed one of the purple kinked strands. “Cool, huh?”

Biting her tongue hadn’t been easy but Kendall managed. She couldn’t afford to alienate her sister even more. Now they all drove back to Yorkshire Falls in silence except Hannah’s incessant cracking of her gum.

“So what’s there to do in this town?”

Kendall turned toward Hannah and faced Rick while he drove. “Rick? You’d know more than me.”

He glanced over, one hand on the wheel. “The kids like Norman’s and there’s an old movie theater, and there’s the town pool during the day.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “See what happens when you ask a cop for hangout places? I might as well stay home.”

“Thank you would be more appropriate than complaining,” Kendall said. “Actually I was hoping I could teach you some beading or if that doesn’t interest you, I thought we could do some sketching together.”