A Little Bit Naughty (16 page)

Mason had to use a butter knife to pry the rusty clasp lock apart. Once inside, he wasn’t surprised to discover that the twenty-year-old hooks, jigs, and sinkers were as old and tarnished as the lock, but that didn’t matter. He’d spent hours at the outdoorsman shop, buying all-new tackled gear and a top-of-the-line graphite rod and reel. The tackle box is what he wanted. That was the important thing.

It had been a month since Jada had taken him fishing, and every weekend since his skin had tingled with the urge to get out there and cast a line. When he left his office yesterday, he made a decision. He would take at least one weekend a month for himself. Whether he went fishing, took a drive out to the Gulf Coast, or just hung around the house watching marathons of
Law & Order SVU
, it would be his time to do whatever he felt like doing.

Mason emptied the rusty tackle into the trash and soaked a dish towel so he could wipe out the inside of the tackle box. Just as he was finishing up, the doorbell rang. He tossed the towel on the table, wiped his hands on the front of his faded T-shirt, and jogged to the door.

He spotted Jada through the front door’s beveled glass. Mason opened it and leaned against the door jamb.

“Morning, beautiful,” he greeted. His eyes crinkled as he gestured toward the raincoat she was wearing. He looked up at the sky. It was a brilliant blue without even the hint of a cloud. “You know something I don’t know about the weather today?”

“No,” she said, stepping inside the house. She turned and slipped the raincoat off her shoulders. “I was just hoping you were in the mood for something a little bit naughty.”

Mason’s gut instantly tightened. “Where did you get that?”

“Some things are too special to part with.” She struck a pose in her tiny maroon and gold Maplesville Mustang Cheerleader uniform. “What can I say? I’m sentimental.”

“Sexy as hell is what you are,” Mason said, his voice rough with the lust rapidly invading every single fiber of his body.

“Does that mean you
are
feeling a little bit naughty?” she asked. “Because I have my hot pink polka dot case in the car. We can come up with a bunch of fun things to do to pass the time.”

Mason sauntered toward her and hooked a finger in the V-shaped collar of the snug-fitting uniform, and pulled her to him. “There’s nothing little about the kind of naughty I’m feeling.”

“Good,” Jada whispered against his lips. “Because I’m about to give you all the naughty you can handle.”

—
The End
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A FOREVER KIND OF LOVE

By Farrah Rochon

Chapter One

The tips of black four-inch heels sank into the soft earth, blades of grass fanning around the base of the slim pedestals. The shoes were the first things he noticed about her, but now his eyes traveled upward, taking in the thin, gold ankle bracelet underneath stockings so sheer they were almost invisible.

Her black skirt was shorter than most in this small town deemed decent for such an occasion. It hugged her hips and cupped her perfect rear end. His eyes continued their slow trek, passed her delicately rounded shoulders, to her unyielding neck, and finally to the wide-brimmed black hat tilted at an angle atop her proud head.

Mya Dubois stood before the charcoal grey casket holding a single-stemmed white rose he’d seen her slip from the generous spray draping the head end of the casket. She’d stood in that same position for the past ten minutes, preventing the cemetery workers from lowering the coffin into the ground. He’d caught several shared looks of agitation between the workers, but they seemed resigned to it. They must be used to guilt-laden family members holding up their day.

Corey Anderson pushed away from the stone mausoleum wall he’d been resting against and walked over to where she stood, stopping a foot behind her.

“Welcome back home, Peaches.”

Her back became even straighter, that proud neck stiffening even more.

“And here I was hoping to get through the day without speaking to you,” Mya said, her bland words laced with sarcasm.

“And here I was hoping you’d left that sass back in New York City,” Corey replied, unable to keep the tinge of amusement from his voice. Not really appropriate given where they were standing. “Come on, Peaches. These guys need to finish their work.”

“Can I finish saying goodbye to my grandfather?” she snapped.

Corey looked over at the two workers. One held up his gloved hands in a “
what can you do?”
gesture. He heard a delicate sniff and Corey’s heart softened just a bit as he saw Mya’s shaking hand wipe at the trail of tears that had begun cascading down her cheek.

She looked over at the two cemetery workers. “Thank you for waiting.” Then she did an about-face and headed in the direction of the church hall.

Corey was next to her in three strides. “Mind if I attempt to be a gentleman and escort you?”

“I can manage,” she answered.

“Peaches, don’t be this way.”

She stopped and turned. She sauntered up to him, one delicate brow raised over her topaz-colored eyes. “That’s the last time I hear you say the word
peaches
,” she said with quiet warning. “Even if you’re eating one, you’d better call it a plum. You hear me?”

This time Corey didn’t try to stop the smile from pulling at the corner of his mouth. Very few people in the small town of Gauthier, Louisiana could talk to him in that tone of voice and get away with it.

And only one could look so good while doing it.

Damn, he’d missed her. As far as he knew, this was Mya’s first trip back to Gauthier since she’d left over fifteen years ago, and Corey doubted she would stay one minute longer than necessary. She probably had her boarding pass tucked inside that little black purse she’d been clutching throughout her grandfather’s funeral service.

Mya took off again for the church hall. Corey followed a few steps behind, admiring the view. How she managed to balance on those sexy heels once they reached the gravel parking lot was beyond his comprehension, but that was the case with just about everything Mya Dubois had ever done in her life. Why should this be any different?

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A native of south Louisiana, Farrah Rochon officially began her writing career while waiting in between classes in the student lounge at Xavier University of Louisiana. After earning her Bachelors of Science degree and a Masters of Arts from Southeastern Louisiana University, Farrah decided to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a published novelist. She was named 
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s Best New Author of 2007. Her debut novel garnered rave reviews, earning Farrah several SORMAG Readers' Choice Awards.
I’ll Catch You
, the second book in her New York Sabers series for Harlequin Kimani, was a 2012 RITA
^(R)
Award finalist.

When she is not writing in her favorite coffee shop, Farrah spends most of her time reading her favorite romance novels or seeing as many Broadway shows as possible. An admitted sports fanatic, Farrah feeds her addiction to football by watching New Orleans Saints games on Sunday afternoons.