A Wedding in Apple Grove (28 page)

Honey B. stared up at the sheriff for a moment before getting her gumption back. “Who are you to tell me what—”

He covered her mouth with his again and this time no one spoke—no one moved. The gentle way the big man held Honey B. spoke volumes. “I'm a man who takes what I want. I'm tired of living in the shadows. I'm taking what I want, Honey B.—you!”

Honey B. squealed as the sheriff bent down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tossed her over his shoulder. “You've got five minutes to tell me you don't love me.”

“Damn it, why the hell
do
I love you?” Honey B. hollered as the sheriff opened the shop door.

“Close enough,” he chuckled, stepping through the door with his woman.

Dan touched the tip of his finger to Meg's chin and she realized that her mouth had been hanging open. She glanced around the shop and noticed the ladies all having similar reactions. She shook her head. “Well, I guess he just told Honey B. what.”

The looks of surprise changed into smiles as the ladies realized they had two juicy tidbits of gossip to pass on. Mrs. Doyle ran to her purse and pulled out her phone. When she pointed it at Dan and Meg, Meg started laughing.

“I hope you realize we'll be making the headlines of the
Apple
Grove
Gazette
, Coach.”

“I'm thinking that I've been scooped by the sheriff and Honey B.”

Mrs. Hawkins was already out the door chasing after the sheriff and his woman, hoping to take a picture before he set Honey B. back on her feet. Two seconds later she ran back into the shop face flushed and holding her phone high in the air. “I got it!”

Everyone gathered around to see the picture of the man who'd been upholding the law for more than a decade hauling his woman off to his bright red pickup with her over his shoulder and his wide-palmed hand on her backside.

Meg smiled up at Dan. “I think you're right, Dan. That picture will make the front page, but that's OK. I'll settle for page two as long as I know that you love me.”

He lifted her into his arms and walked to the door amidst the clicking of phones snapping pictures. “Then let's give them something else to talk about.” Her laughter filled the shop and his heart. “So you're not sorry that you're no longer available now that he's back in town?” Dan asked, setting her on her feet by his car.

She stood on her toes and nipped his bottom lip. Dan's nostrils flared as passion roared to life between them. Taking advantage of the situation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged until their lips met and their hearts thundered together. “Not a chance. It is too bad you can't take me home, handsome, because I've got plans for you.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh yeah? It just so happens that I have a free period and there's an assembly right after lunch.”

She trailed the tips of her fingers along the line of his jaw. “This really is my lucky day. Let's not waste any time.”

Passion dark and desperate flared in his eyes.

She was laughing when he buckled her in. “Dan, wait! I forgot to lock up the shop.”

“Text Grace and let her know you're going home with me.”

She shot off the text and then set out to drive him crazy all the way to his house with her quick hands and full heart.

They made it to the kitchen, where he pinned her against the wall and whispered in detail the things he wanted to do to her. But he got so caught up in the image he was painting for her that he was the one who couldn't wait to go upstairs.

She soothed him with kisses on his cheeks and chin before she led him over to the counter, leaned back against it, and struggled to unbutton her jeans. He didn't wait long before offering to help her. His eyes never left hers when she shimmied out of her panties and kicked them to the side.

“Meg, I—”

She shook her head and had her hand inside his jeans before he could finish whatever he wanted to say. His eyes crossed and he groaned out her name when she freed him. She swept her fingertips along the top of his erection and then lightly traced the vein, awed by the power and beauty of the man in her hands.

“You're so beautiful,” she cupped him gently, watching his face to see if he felt as much pleasure with her hands on him as she did putting them there.

He covered himself from tip to base and ground out, “Now.” He lifted her up. “Put your legs around me, Meg.”

She had set the beast loose and it was time to ride him. Heart in her eyes, love in her heart, she held on for dear life and took him in. His hand clamped on her backside as he drove into her again and again. Each time he withdrew she felt a cold chill chasing up her spine.

“Love me, Dan.”

“I do, Meg.”

They came together in a blinding flash that threatened to incinerate them. “You're going to kill me, Meg.”

“I think you're a lot stronger than that.” She patted his hand and he let her go. She tugged on his hand and coaxed him up the stairs. “How about a little nap and then you can let me have my way with you?”

“What do you call what we just did?”

Her lips twitched and she slowly smiled. “Foreplay.”

***

Dan watched as Meg slept. The woman in his bed had wormed her way into his heart. He'd been falling in love with the woman from the moment he saw her walking on the fence rails. Since he'd been in Apple Grove a lot of things had changed—most importantly, he had changed.

He brushed a silky strand of hair out of her eyes. It got stuck on her eyelashes, so he carefully plucked it free and brushed it behind her ears. She shifted and mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep. He grinned. They'd exhausted one another by making love off and on all night. But what he wanted in his heart woke him up.

He'd been accepted in town from the first. The people here were open and willing to embrace change—well, some change. It didn't take as long as he'd thought to win the team over, and he'd discovered they weren't just a great group of players; they were great kids too.

He didn't dwell on the incident at the railroad bridge, because he still wasn't certain that a part of it wasn't his fault, even though both boys' mothers tried to convince him it wasn't. Things like this didn't happen back home, but then again, he hadn't lived up in the wilds of Sussex County or in the western or southern part of the state, so who knows if things like that happened in similar surroundings. One thing was certain in his mind—teenagers were predictable in their unpredictability.

Meg rolled over and he traced her curves from the top of her shoulders slowly down her side to the dip at her waist and up again along the sweet curve of her hip. He'd been in love before, but not like this. He wasn't sure he could put the all of the feelings rioting inside of him into words—but for Meg's sake he would.

He frowned, thinking about the way her past had rode back into town. He wasn't sure if Meg was right and it was Van Orden's mother who'd been the one to tell Jimmy that Meg was over her infatuation with him, but it didn't matter anymore. Meg was all the mattered—her loving him and him showing her how much he loved her.

He placed his hand low on her belly. In her sleep, she covered his hand with hers. He wondered what it would be like to see Meg grow round with their child. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would their child have auburn hair—straight as a pin—or wavy light brown hair? Freckles or dimples? Tall or short? Either way, he'd love their baby with all his heart—the same way he loved its mother.

Would she want to have children with him? Before he asked that particular question, he needed to hear the answer to one that had him lying awake all night, watching her sleep.

“Wake up, Meg.”

She didn't even stir in her sleep. He tried again, this time shaking her shoulder and calling her name.

“Mmmm.”

Needing to settle what was in his heart and on his mind, he rolled her onto her back and pinned her hips to the mattress. Her lashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes. Soft, beautiful blue eyes looked up at him.

“Hey.”

He bent down to capture her lips. “Marry me, Meg.”

She stiffened beneath him.

He wasn't deterred; after all, he did just wake her up. “Meg, I'm serious and you're not dreaming. Will you marry me?”

She touched the side of his face with the tips of her fingers and slowly smiled. “Because we're good in bed?”

“That's part of it but not all of it.”

“Why do you want to marry me?”

“You're passionate about your work, your life, and making love to me—and you love me.”

“That's true, but shouldn't we give it time? We've only been together a little while.”

“I heard from a reliable source that a very close friend of yours had a biological clock that was ticking. She's only a little older than you—is yours ticking too?”

“Not a point you want to press if you're trying to convince a woman to marry you, Eagan.”

He kissed her furrowed brow and the tip of her nose. “I want to raise a family with you. Do you want kids, Meg?”

She closed her eyes and sighed before opening them again. “Yes. I was thinking eight for starters.”

He drew in a breath and held it until she started laughing. “If you could have seen the look of pure panic on your face.”

“Not funny, Mulcahy.” He pulled her close and rolled over so she was on top. When she put her elbow in the middle of his left pec and rested her head on her hand he knew he hadn't totally blown his proposal—yet. His mind raced for the words that would convince this amazing woman that he wanted to marry her for all of the right reasons. Women were tricky. He prayed for wisdom and enlightenment came.

“When I first came to town, I wasn't really living. I was escaping life—leaving it behind me, rather than picking up the pieces of what was left.”

Her expression softened and he knew she was really listening.

“Then I met you and everything seemed to click. You know I was attracted to you from the first, but then I got to know you and liked what was on the inside as much as what was on the outside.”

Her lips twitched and one side of her mouth lifted before she caught herself about to smile. “I'm sensing there's an
and
here.”

He rolled again so she was beneath him. Leaning all of his weight on his elbows, he cupped her face in his hands and rasped, “There's a hole in my life Meg—only you can fix it.”

Tears filled her eyes, magnifying the blue. “Handyman analogies,” she sighed. “For a phys ed teacher, you're pretty good with words.”

Hope hadn't been something he'd experienced in the last few years and he didn't recognize the emotion at first. His confusion must have shown on his face, because she reached up and placed her good hand over one of his. He had to ask, “Is that a yes?”

“You're not asking just because Jimmy came back to town?”

He couldn't lie to her. “I'll admit I was worried that you might still have a soft spot for the guy, but you have to know that isn't why I asked. I want and need you in my life, Meg. I love you and want the whole town of Apple Grove to know how I feel.”

Her smile was blinding. “I happen to know one way to get everyone's attention—it's kind of a tradition around here.”

“Then let's do it.”

She squeezed his hand before sliding hers around the back of his head. “How do you feel about heights?”

He shrugged. “Not a problem for me.”

“How are you with a paintbrush?”

The light went on. “The water tower?”

She grinned. “I'll give you my answer now, provided you ask me again in John Deere green on the Apple Grove water tower.”

He leaned across her, reaching for his watch. “It's after midnight. Where can I get a can of that paint?”

She slipped out from under him and got up. “I think we should call the sheriff.”

“And wake him up at this hour?”

“He lives the job—that's why he held off for so long staking his claim to Honey B., but that's not the point. He thinks no one knows his secret, but I figured it out years back.”

“And this secret has to do with paint?”

“Kind of,” she said, pulling her T-shirt back on. “Hey, where are my pants?”

He grinned and got out of bed. “In the kitchen.”

She must have figured out what he had in mind because she dodged him and ran out the door. “Come on. We have just enough time to get it up there before Jimmy leaves town.”

He caught up with her at the bottom of the steps. “Is it that important to you that he knows?”

Her eyes were serious and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “He needs to know that you aren't just a man of action—that you are man of words, and one who will keep his word. He needs to know that I've put the past behind me and maybe, just maybe I want him to suffer a little bit.”

He put his hands beneath her arms and swung her in a circle. Dizzy with love for the woman he held, he kissed her on the lips and set her back on her feet. “First we get dressed, then you call the sheriff. By noon tomorrow, I want everyone in town to know that you're going to be mine.”

She pulled on her sexy panties and jeans. She tossed his boxers at him and grinned. “They'll know by sunup.”

“How? Do the people in town use that water tower as a form of communication?”

Her laughter was music to his heart. “Absolutely.” She reached into her pants pocket and pulled out her phone. She hit one number and locked gazes with him. “Hey, Mitch, it's Meg. No, it's not that kind of emergency,” she said then laughed. “Tell Honey B. I said hi… and do you have an open can of paint?”

She nodded and listened. “We'll meet you there.”

Fifteen minutes later, Dan had climbed to the top of the ladder and pulled himself onto the catwalk. Dan met the man's gaze and noticed something was off. “You don't look so good. Are you all right?”