Authors: Susan Andersen
Getting Lucky
| Getting Lucky |
| Marine [2] |
| Susan Andersen |
| Avon (2006) |
Road trip!
It started out as an impulsive lark for Lily Morrisette, fueled by her strong chemical reaction to sexy Zach Taylor. A tough, blustery, yet tender-in-spite-of-himself career military man, Zach's determined to break up his darling "baby sister" Glynnis's wedding engagement . . . and Lily's coming along for the ride. But there's no Glynnis waiting for them at the end of the line—only a ransom note . . . and a death threat.
Amid a dangerous nest of family secrets, the heat between Zach and Lily soon becomes unbearable as a kidnapper's dark and twisted scheme pulls them closer than either dreamed possible. And when passion explodes, Lily's reckless act could prove to be either the best risk she's ever taken . . . or her last.
New York Times
bestselling author Susan Andersen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of a
really
long time and their kitty boys, Boo and Mojo.
GETTING LUCKY
In memory of a rare, special night
when I finally got two of
my very favorite people together,
this is dedicated, with love,
to my cousin Colleen
and my best friend, Mimi.
Here’s to
French manicures and ice cream,
plots to convert Christopher into a Babs fan,
and conversations both serious enough
to make us cry and so hysterical
we nearly wet our pants.
I adore you both.
Susie
Dear Reader,
I have this great vision of myself penning books as birds tweet and the heavens smile down upon me. The reality of my writing process is probably closer to chainsaw juggling. What’s scary is that this seems perfectly reasonable to me—right up until the point in every book when my characters wrest the story from my hands and run with it. Then I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a bloodbath.
My troublemakers in
Getting Lucky
are Zach Taylor, a tough-minded marine on a mission, and Lily Morrisette, a chef who might
look
like a party girl but is more than equal to the task of matching wits with a stubborn soldier. I was convinced when I started their story that this time I had a firm grasp on my cast of characters. What a dreamer—as always, they took me in directions I never envisioned. I’m pleased to announce, however, that in the end the book came together with a minimum of nicks and cuts to my tender psyche. Now that it’s finished and I’ve survived to write another day, I’m just so, so wild about Zach and Lily. It’s my fondest wish that you’ll fall in love with them, too.
Lily Morrisette paused with her water glass suspended halfway to…
Lily stood in front of the mirrored closet door the…
?Why don’t you just tell the big jerk what you…
Lily was panting in absolute fury by the time she…
Zach drummed an impatient tattoo against the top of his…
Zach woke up to snow. Swearing, he sat up and…
Zach’s schedule smacked up against the Washington state ferry system…
Full night had fallen and clouds obscured the moon by…
Zach managed to maintain his calm, parade-ground face right up…
Lily was proud of herself for only getting lost once…
A chef! Zach stalked across the foyer and up the graceful…
Zach swore and headed for the stairs with ground-eating strides.
Alone in the kitchen, Lily chopped, diced, and minced everything…
Zach remembered, all right. He remembered every single second. And…
Lily’s arms slid away from Zach’s neck and flopped onto…
Out on the veranda late Friday afternoon, Lily found a…
Awash in a stew of fight-or-flight impulses, Lily froze. Seeing…
When the phone rang the following morning, Lily snatched it…
No one was around when they arrived home, so Lily…
Ice trickled through Zach?s veins, but he kept his hands…
The sheriff was not happy with Mrs. Beaumont when he…
Zach gazed blurrily at the flashes of lightning outside the…
Levelheaded was the last thing Lily felt the next evening…
Miguel shot his curvaceous prisoner a triumphant glance as he…
Lily had seen too many slasher movies. When the car…
Lily refused to cry any more. She?d shed enough tears…
L
ILY
M
ORRISETTE PAUSED WITH HER WATER GLASS
suspended halfway to her lips as she stared in fascination at the big man letting himself in through the kitchen door. The granite tiles beneath her feet were smooth, and around her, the huge Laguna Beach oceanfront house was silent, the only sound the distant ticking of the antique mission clock in the living room. Cool, salt breezes with an underlying hint of April flowers blew in on the man’s wake. But
cool
wasn’t the first word to pop to Lily’s mind. He had to be about the hottest thing she’d ever clapped eyes on.
She knew who he was, of course, from the photographs Glynnis Taylor had shown her. But none of those came
close
to doing him justice, and Lily was caught flatfooted by the sheer impact of his physical presence.
He was six feet of dark and dangerous—you could tell the latter just by the way he held himself. As for the rest—the midnight-black hair and dark jaw stubble, the long legs, and those wide shoulders straining the navy
material of his T-shirt—well, heck, it was overkill, pure and simple.
Lily considered pouring her glass of water where it would do the most good to cool her down. She didn’t, naturally, but
ho
ly petunia. She’d finally met her fantasy man in the flesh.
Then he opened his mouth and wrecked the illusion.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, swinging an olive-drab duffle bag off his shoulder and down to the tiled floor. “And what are you doing in my kitchen? Where’s Glynnis?”
His eyes were a clear, pale gray, the irises ringed in charcoal. Intense and unflinching, they narrowed between thick, dark lashes to rake over her, taking in her thin cotton, peppermint ice cream–colored drawstring pajama bottoms and tank top. The scrutiny served to remind Lily of every one of the extra ten pounds she could never seem to shed, no matter what. She set her glass down on the countertop with a sharp click, but refrained from responding in kind to his rudeness.
“You must be Zach.” She stepped forward, extending her hand to Glynnis’s brother. “She’s away right now, but I’m Lily—Lily Morrisette. I’ve heard a lot about you since I started renting a room here.”
“The hell you say,” he growled, ignoring her proffered hand. His voice was so deep she could practically feel its vibration through the soles of her feet, the way she always registered the bass thumping from the car of the teenage boy who lived down the block whenever he drove past. It was also nearly as frigid as those iceberg eyes of his when he continued, “Glynnis has always been a sucker for every con artist with a sad story to tell,
but I didn’t think she’d go so far as to actually install one in our house while I was gone.”
“
Excuse
me?”
“I hope you got whatever you were angling for while the opportunity was ripe, lady.” His gaze was so scornful it took all Lily’s starch not to recoil. “But don’t let that shapely little ass get too comfortable, because the free ride is officially over. Go pack your bags.”
He thought her bottom was shapely? And
little
? Then she gave herself a sharp mental shake. Good God, what was the
matter
with her? His opinion of her butt was hardly the point. Straightening her shoulders, she tipped up her chin. “No,” she said firmly, and crossed her arms over her breasts.
“What?” He went very still, as if no one ever contradicted him.
Perhaps no one ever did, Lily surmised, recalling that he was some hotshot Marine who specialized in reconnaissance missions. Then his mouth went hard, and part of her attention got distracted by the thin white scar that bisected his upper lip.
Funny the difference a few minutes and an insulting attitude could make. What she undoubtedly would have considered sexy as all get-out a moment ago struck her now as vaguely sinister.
Pretty is as pretty does
, Grandma Nell would’ve said, and for the first time Lily understood on a bone-deep, fundamental level exactly what her grandmother had meant. This guy’s behavior wasn’t pretty at all, and she refused to be the first to flinch in the strange game of chicken they played. “What part of the word don’t you understand?” she inquired sweetly. Then her voice adopted the authority
she’d acquired from years of dealing with the temperamental chefs who’d taught her her craft. “I’m not going anywhere, so get used to it.”
The next thing she knew, she had a hundred and ninety pounds of irate male looming over her, making her painfully aware of her own less-than-impressive stature. “We can do this the easy way, or we can do it tough,” Zach said, and the deep timbre of his voice registered up and down her spine. “But one way or another, sister, you
will
be leaving.”
Lily’s head snapped back to meet his storm-gray eyes. “Back off, soldier boy. And let me make myself perfectly clear: You lay one hand on me, and I’ll have the cops crawling down your throat so fast it’ll make your head twirl.” She
hated
it when people used their size to try to intimidate her.
“Yeah, I quake in fear of a little operator like you calling in the local heat.” But he eyed her as if unable to figure out where she got her brass and stepped back. The retreat must not have sat too well with him, though, because those mile-wide shoulders of his immediately adopted a stubborn set, his square jaw did the impossible and became even harder, and he leaned into her just enough to invade her personal space without actually crowding her to the point where she could warn him off again.
“Tell you what,” he said with soft menace, “I’ll save you the trouble and give them a call myself. Then
they
can escort you off the premises, and I can get a good night’s sleep. After playing hurry-up-and-wait on military transports for the past two days, I’m in no mood to
deal with a wheeler-dealer out to fleece my sister of her inheritance.”
Oh, for—
Tired of the slurs against her character, Lily turned on her heel. She caught a glimpse of his satisfied expression out of the corner of her eye and had to grit her teeth against the frustration that burned like chipotle pepper in the back of her throat. Refusing to give vent to her ire, however, she stalked out of the kitchen and down the adobe hallway to her room, where she headed straight for the little fireproof safe she kept in the nightstand next to her bed.
Her blood raced so hot through her veins she was surprised steam didn’t rise through her pores, and her nerves jangled just below the surface of her skin. Then her knees abruptly buckled, and she collapsed onto the coverlet. Perching her bottom on the edge of the bed and clutching the small box in her lap, she took several slow, deep breaths. How on earth had everything gotten so far out of hand so flipping fast?
The truth was, aside from his being a complete idiot regarding her role in his sister’s life, Zachariah Taylor probably had valid reasons for his concern. Glynnis was only a week or so from her twenty-fifth birthday, when she was supposed to come into a sizable trust fund, the source of which Lily didn’t know. It had something to do with a family-owned corporation and Glynnis’s grandfather, she thought, but wasn’t actually sure of the details, since her younger friend had a tendency to go off on incoherent tangents whenever she came to that point in a conversation. What Lily did know was that
Glynnis didn’t have a great track record picking her friends—at least when it came to men. Actually, that had recently changed, but the point was that Glynnis had been burned more than once by guys chasing after her for her money, and it was no secret she was an easy touch for anyone with a hard-luck story.
No doubt brother Zach had a tough time believing her ability to read character applied solely to the male gender.
Lily also conceded she may have been the tiniest bit predisposed to think the worst of Zach before they’d ever met. Glynnis adored her brother, but from everything she’d ever said about him Lily had formed an impression of one of those macho, overly dominant types who live to keep their womenfolk dependent. She’d been momentarily sidetracked by his Greek god physique, but Zach’s insulting assessment of her character had immediately plunged her right back into that mindset.
But perhaps it was time to draw back and regroup. He was clearly stressed and likely worn to a nub from travel frustration. That sort of thing could prey on a person and turn even the easiest-going disposition nasty. So perhaps they ought to start over again. She opened the box on her lap, withdrew what she’d come looking for, then returned the box to its drawer and headed back to the kitchen. She’d show him this, then calmly explain how she had come to be living here.
Her willingness to give him another shot, however, didn’t render her so full of comradeship that she was ready to start tossing flowers at Zach’s oversized feet. She had her work cut out, in fact, not to lapse into de
fensiveness the moment she walked back into the room and found herself once again the cynosure of those take-no-prisoners eyes of his. So although she politely extended the document to him rather than slapping it against his hard abs the way she might’ve done five minutes ago, her posture as she faced him was screw-you erect.
“What’s this?” Not waiting for an answer, he opened the thrice-folded paper and began to read. His dark eyebrows suddenly gathered like thunderclouds above his nose, and his gaze snapped up from the document to pin her in place.
“A contract?” he said in a dangerously low tone. “You’ve got a
contract
to stay here? I don’t have to ask whose idea this was.”
Lily felt her good intentions slipping away. She didn’t like his tone of voice, much less what he insinuated. It was particularly insulting in light of the fact that she’d come up with this idea as a way of teaching Glynnis a little financial accountability—something Mr. Commando here might have taken the time to do himself. But she held on to her temper with both hands. “I’m not sure I understand your objections,” she said with hard-won equanimity. “As you can see, I’m paying a fair, market-value rent, not staying here for free.”
He simply looked at her, and she said in exasperation, “You just read the contract—you must have seen for yourself that it doesn’t favor my interests over those of your sister. And it’s not as if
I
drew the thing up; Glynnis and I went to a perfectly reputable lawyer.”
“And he was—what? Let me guess.” His gaze took a
leisurely up-and-down tour of her body, lingering over specific curves. “A very good ‘friend’ of yours?”
“I don’t
believe
you! How can someone as sweet as Glynnis have such a pig of a brother?”
And how could I have harbored even a momentary fantasy about this guy?
Lily concentrated the full force of her contempt on him, but he merely returned an expressionless stare. Expecting steam to come whistling out of her ears at any moment like some enraged cartoon character, she snatched the contract from his hand. “I’ve had it. I’m going to my room. You just stay the heck away from me.”
She heard him sweep his bag up off the tiles as she stalked stiff-legged from the kitchen. And although he moved as quietly as a cat, she sensed him padding along in her wake and had to bite back the urge to scream. Fists clenched at her sides, she picked up her pace, eager to reach the haven of her own space.
She wasn’t quite quick enough, however, to avoid hearing him snarl, “Oh, that just fucking figures. You’ve even got my room.”
Mortification sent scalding heat up Lily’s throat. She’d offered to take the smaller bedroom down the hall when she’d first moved in, but Glynnis wouldn’t hear of it. She’d insisted that if Lily paid rent she ought to at least get her money’s worth by having an ocean view. The younger woman hadn’t once mentioned that the room she’d assigned Lily was her brother’s.
Not wanting to see his expression, Lily refused to look around as she pushed open the door. “I’ll have my stuff moved down the hall in five minutes.”
“Forget it,” he said sarcastically. “I wouldn’t want to put you out. I’ll crash in the guest room.”
A disbelieving sound escaped her. “And let you add that to my list of supposed crimes? I don’t think so.” She stalked across the room to grab her big suitcase off the shelf in the closet, then pulled the clothes that hung from the rod below it off their hangers. Tossing them into the case, she then gathered a dozen pairs of shoes off the closet floor, and swept the highboy clear of her framed photographs and perfume bottles. Next she emptied the dresser drawers and added their contents to the mix. She stuffed her jewelry box into one corner, looked around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, then went into the attached bathroom to collect her makeup and toiletries.
When she came out it was to see Zach standing over her case staring down at its contents. Scorching heat settled in her cheeks. What was it, Murphy’s Law or something, that the lacy, silky contents of her undies drawer had to be right on top? Shouldering him aside, she added her armload from the bathroom. Then she snatched the case up in both hands. She’d crammed enough stuff in it for three suitcases—much too much to ever close it.
“I think that’s everything,” she said with hard-won civility, and carefully holding the case level to prevent any liquids from leaking from the bottles within, carried it toward the door. “The room is officially all yours.”
So grown up,
a little voice in her head commended her.
And polite. Yes, indeed—you’re nothing if not polite
.
But she refrained from mentally issuing herself any self-congratulatory pats on the back for such mature handling of the situation. Because the sad truth was, had both of her hands not been fully occupied, she would
have been hard pressed to keep from slamming the bedroom door so violently behind her it’d rattle the big goon’s pearly white teeth.
Zach strung obscenities in creative combinations as he prowled the hacienda-style house, locking up as he went. Irritation rode him hard, and he decided that this was just one more crime he could lay at Lily Morrisette’s dainty little feet—the fact that she had simply waltzed off without bothering to secure the house.