Husband by the Hour (27 page)

She laced her fingers tightly together and continued to stare at him. "How did you know about the other thing? About the … wall?"

He wanted to go to her and hold her close. He wanted to promise he would always be there for her, protecting her from the world. Yet the person he most had to protect her from was himself.

"It's not difficult to see that you're holding yourself back from the world, Hannah. You want to belong, but you're afraid of being hurt. Everyone does it. I saw it in you because you're so strong in other ways. It's your only weak spot."

"I think you saw it because you were looking."

She had him there. He fought against flinching. "That, too."

"Do you really think I have a big heart?"

"Absolutely."

Maybe too big. He hoped she wasn't thinking of opening it to him. God help them both if she did.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. After drawing in a deep breath, she said, "Are you planning on spending the night with me?"

Pure honesty. She had ten times his courage. "I want to. It's your decision."

She stood up and pulled her shirt out of her jeans.

He was at her side in an instant. He lifted his hands and gently cupped her cheeks. "I don't deserve you. Whatever happens between us, please know that I care about you as much as I've ever cared about anyone. I don't want to hurt you."

Her gaze was steady. She nodded slightly. "But you will."

It was as inevitable as the tide. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

She pressed her mouth to his, perhaps to accept the apology, perhaps to silence him.

As they touched each other and began the life-changing journey, she murmured his name and begged him to love her. He told himself she meant with his body, but in his heart he knew the truth. She meant true love, the kind that reached in and filled the soul.

She asked for the one thing he was too terrified to give.

* * *

Time was not her friend.

Hannah strode back and forth in the gatehouse living room and wished she could slow it or turn it back a few days. Her deal with Nick was nearly over and there was nothing she could do to change that.

She told herself she should be grateful. The sooner he was out of her life, the sooner she could get on with being over him. It was going to take a long time, so she needed to start the process as soon as possible.

She sank onto the sofa and covered her face with her hands. Whom was she kidding? She was never going to be over him. She loved him. Even though he broke the law. Even though their time together was a lie. The pain of not knowing what to do tore her apart, yet she couldn't turn her back on him.

She heard a car approach and raced to the window. It wasn't Nick. He'd gone out earlier with Louise. There was an old Victorian house for sale and she'd wanted him to see it. He'd agreed, keeping alive the fantasy that he and Hannah were married and that they might really have a chance at happiness together.

She frowned as her four half brothers got out of the car and approached the gatehouse. None of them looked happy. Her stomach tightened uncomfortably as she went to answer the front door.

"Hi," she said, staring at the four men.

They nodded and muttered greetings, then came in when she held open the door.

They filled the living room. Four tall, handsome, dark-haired men who looked unhappy and vaguely uncomfortable. The knot in her belly grew and she already knew what they wanted to talk to her about. Nick. Somehow, they'd learned the truth.

There wasn't seating for everyone in the living room.
Jordan
pulled in one of the kitchen chairs. Craig sat in the easy chair. Hannah settled in a corner of the sofa with Travis in the middle on her right and Kyle next to him. For the first time in her life, she felt physically insignificant.

It was like being in a strange kind of fun house and looking into one of those mirrors that distorts everything. They were dressed alike.
Jeans, T-shirts, boots.
Enough alike in looks to make everyone aware of their relationship. She knew she, too, was a Haynes, with the physical characteristics that went with the name. Someone seeing them together on the street would know she belonged to the family.

She tucked her feet under her and folded her hands on her lap.

"You know about Nick," she said quietly.

"We know about Nick," Kyle announced, then frowned. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"I went to check on your husband and he's no longer in the computer. Someone pulled his file." He sounded angry and he had a right to be.

Hannah didn't know what had happened and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Travis angled toward her. "I checked with a friend of a friend at Southport Beach Police Department. Nick isn't working with the police. He's a shady real-estate investor who's managed to avoid criminal charges through deals and high-priced lawyers."

"What's going on, Hannah?" Craig asked.

She looked at
Jordan
, waiting for him to pounce, too. Instead, he gave her a slight smile. "Whatever you have to say can't be worse than what we've imagined."

She nodded. "I know you're right. And everything you've said is true. All of it." She looked at Travis. "I probably should have told you the truth when you first mentioned all this to me."

Kyle frowned. "You
knew
about this?" he asked his brother. "You suspected something before I talked to you about it?"

"I overheard Nick and Hannah talking." Travis shrugged. "I figured it wasn't any of my business."

"But you still had Nick checked out," she said.

"I had to. He might be married to my sister."

Craig leaned forward. "Are you two married?"

Hannah wanted to run away. But there was nowhere to go. It was time to face the consequences of her actions. She sucked in a deep breath. "A few months ago, I got a letter from Louise. I'd thought about my birth mother, but I'd been afraid to try to find her. After all, if she'd given me up before, there was no reason to think she would want me now. You can imagine how thrilled I was to learn that she'd never forgotten me and wanted to be in touch. She said that she'd found me through a private investigator."

She went on to tell them about her separation from Shawn, how Louise assumed she was still married, and her own mistake in thinking Louise was a frail, dying woman. She told them about hiring Nick.

"I didn't set out to deceive anyone," she explained, "although, in telling the story, it certainly looks that way. I didn't want to disappoint my mother. I didn't think we'd have very much time together. I thought she'd be happier if she thought I was married. Later, when things were settled, I could tell her the truth. Then we arrived and everything got out of hand."

There was a moment of silence.

"You're not married?" Craig asked. He was obviously trying to control the tone and pitch of his voice. Cords tightened in his neck. "You never even dated him?"

She shook her head. "I knew him from the station. What with his criminal activities and associates, he spends a lot of time there. We'd spoken, but…"

She resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands. Telling the story like this made her see how stupid she'd been. She didn't know the first thing about Nick. He could have been a murderer. She'd blithely invited him into her private life. What on earth had she been thinking?

But she hadn't been thinking. She'd been reacting to a scary situation. At the time, being with Nick had been better than being alone. Now, nearly two weeks later, she thanked God for the quirk of fate that had brought them together.

Kyle jumped to his feet. "You and Nick are living here, together. And you're not married?"

His outrage made her smile.

"Fine. Think it's funny," he said, glowering. "When Sandy and I…" He paced to one end of the living room and back. "Don't tell me you're
sleeping
together." He covered his ears. "Sex. I don't want to hear about it."

Hannah felt color creep up her face. A few days ago, they hadn't been, but now they were. "It's not what you think."

Travis stood up also. "My God, they
are
. That's it. I'm going to find Nick and beat the hell out of him. Nobody messes with my sister."

"I'm with you," Craig said. "I can't believe this. It's an outrage."

"Wait a minute," Hannah said. "What on earth are you talking about? I'm not some sixteen-year-old virgin. I'm a grown,
divorced
woman who has made choices. Choices, I might add, that are none of your business."

Travis glared at her. "Of course it's our business. You're our little sister."

She stood up. "Not so very little. I can take care of myself."

"Like you've done a good job so far? Coming up here, pretending to be married to that guy? Couldn't you have picked a cop at least?"

They stood toe-to-toe. Craig and Kyle hovered nearby, ready to jump in, but she wasn't sure if they were going to defend her or join in the attack.

She turned away first. "You don't understand."

"Then explain it," Craig said. "Or we'll get Nick to explain it. After we break his arms."

"That's mature," she muttered.

A sharp whistle filled the room. She glanced toward the sound and saw that
Jordan
was still in his chair.

"Now that I have your attention," he said, "let's try to be adults about this. Sit down."

Hannah resumed her seat because the alternative was running, and where was there to go?

When everyone was settled,
Jordan
looked at her. "I know we're coming on strong. It must be difficult for you. You were raised as an only child, but we've always had each other. What hurts one of us, hurts us all. You're our sister, Hannah. So the rule now includes you. We're here to fight your battles."

"I can fight my own battles."

"You can, but you don't have to anymore. That's the point." He glanced at his brothers, then returned his attention to her. "You know what we want. But beating up Nick isn't an option."

"Sure it is," Travis muttered.

Jordan
silenced him with a glare, then turned back to her. "What do you want, Hannah?"

"I don't know. I…" Tears burned in her eyes. She blinked them away, but they spilled onto her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. I love him."

She brushed her face and sniffed. "There. I've said it aloud. I know what he is. Probably better than you four. I've seen him at the station. I'm a cop. I can't believe any of this."

She turned to Travis. "Do you think I
like
what's happened? I picked him because there wasn't anyone else. I don't have a lot of friends. It's not that people don't like me. It's that I'm afraid to let them in. I worry about what they want and wonder how long they'll stick around. But Nick was there for me. When I needed him, he just came. He's been wonderful. Kind, gentle, sweet. He's an honorable man."

"He's a con artist," Craig said.

"I know. I know. If I could change it, I would. But I can't. Do you want me to stop loving him? I will. Just tell me how. There's no way it's going to work between us. Once he knows the truth is out, he'll leave and I'll probably never see him again. Or if I do – it won't matter. When we go back to
Southport
Beach
, we'll be on opposite sides again. And I'll be alone again."

The tears flowed. She covered her face and tried to get back control.

Someone awkwardly patted her back. Weight shifted on the sofa and she was gathered into strong arms. She looked up and found Travis staring down at her.

"Don't cry," he said. "We'll make it work."

"How?"

He glanced around helplessly. "Guys?"

Kyle swallowed. "Well, if he's not in the computer anymore, he doesn't have a criminal record."

"He didn't have one before," Travis added.

"You're right," she said and wiped her face. "That's something."

"It's not that we don't like him," Craig said. "We do. Maybe we could show him the error of his ways."

"Yeah," Kyle said and grinned. "And if he doesn't agree, then we beat him up."

Despite everything, Hannah laughed. "Great plan." Her smile faded. "We can't make Nick change. He has to do it on his own. Why would he bother?"

"Because of you,"
Jordan
said. "Because he doesn't want to lose you."

"I wish that were true. But it's not. He cares about me. He's been very sweet."

"There you are," Travis said.

She shook her head. "When I tell him you guys know the truth, he's going to leave and I'm going to let him." She patted Travis's arm and slid back. "I'm fine. Thanks for being concerned."

"He doesn't have to know just yet,"
Jordan
said.

She frowned. "What are you talking about?"