One Night Standoff

chapter Fourteen



The restless energy inside her made her want to scream, but Lenora knew there was nothing she could do but wait in the ranch office for some hopefully good news. In Clayton’s case, along with the waiting, he was making calls and sending emails to try to speed things along.

It was a race against time, and Lenora prayed the Abilene police would get the search warrant for the recording before James got wind and stopped it. That recording could be the key to learning who was behind the attempts to kill them.

Of course, it could turn out to be nothing, too.

Lomax might have been lying when he gave them the info, but Lenora didn’t think so. She figured the man wouldn’t use his dying breath to lie, not when he could try to save his kid brother.

Clayton finished his latest call and sank down on the edge of the desk next to where she was sitting. “We got the search warrant, but it might be too late. Two FBI agents just showed up at the Abilene police department.”

Lenora groaned and dropped the back of her head against the chair. “Dr. Landry must have told James about the recording.”

He nodded. “Probably because he threatened or intimidated her.”

Yes, but Lenora hadn’t thought they could keep something like that a secret for long. Essentially it would be withholding evidence, maybe even obstruction of justice, and she couldn’t imagine the doctor willingly becoming embroiled in something that could land her in jail. Still, Lenora wished that James hadn’t managed to get agents over to Abilene P.D. so quickly.

“We do have something going for us,” Clayton continued. “Several Abilene officers will accompany the FBI to conduct the search. So maybe James won’t be able to have the recording hidden or destroyed, if that’s what he was planning to do.”

That was a big maybe. If James was the person on the recording, he would no doubt do whatever it took to make sure his guilt didn’t come to light. If he was innocent, then they had nothing to worry about, because this could be a key piece of evidence that would blow the case wide-open.

Clayton turned the laptop in his direction and scanned through some emails. They’d been in the office for several hours now, and Lenora had noticed the email alerts popping onto the screen. Most were from Clayton’s brothers, who were all working hard on the investigation. He clicked on the most recent email from Harlan, and she leaned in closer and read it along with him.

It wasn’t good news.

Harlan still hadn’t been able to get any info on the bank-account numbers that Quentin had given them.

“He hasn’t been able to link the money to Melvin,” Lenora mumbled. Yet another possible key piece of evidence that could still pan out.

“There might not be anything to link,” Clayton reminded her. “The numbers could be bogus.”

True, but if they did turn out to be real, that particular piece of evidence might confirm what was on the recording. And even if the account numbers didn’t lead back to Melvin, that didn’t mean the man was innocent.

Clayton looked at her and at the phone he’d just put back into his pocket. “Why don’t you go ahead and get some rest?”

It wasn’t that late, just past nine-thirty, but with the hellish events of the day, it felt a lot later. Of course, it’d been a while since she’d actually slept, and that was adding to the fatigue, too.

“The ranch is locked up tight,” Clayton went on, “and the security system is set. The ranch hands are all armed and doing patrol. Around midnight I’ll relieve Cutter so he can rest.” Clearly, he was trying to convince her to go to bed.

Alone.

Lenora nearly stood and did as Clayton had said. But then she saw him glance at his phone again, and she frowned. “What are you planning to do?”

She saw the debate go through his eyes, and Lenora kept her stare firm. “I’m calling Melvin,” he finally admitted.

Well, that certainly seemed safer than some of the other possibilities that had gone through her mind—like Clayton going to Abilene to keep an eye on the agents James had sent to retrieve the recording. She didn’t want him anywhere near James, but more important, she didn’t want him away from the ranch. Right now it seemed the safest place for both of them to be, especially since two of his brothers, Declan and Wyatt, were there, as well.

“You think Melvin might confess to receiving money for the hired guns?” she asked.

He lifted his shoulder and gave a weary huff. “No.”

That’s exactly what she figured. “Then don’t put yourself through that. Just wait until some of the other evidence comes through for us, and maybe that evidence will be what you need to arrest Melvin.” Lenora paused. “It will be so much easier if Melvin is guilty.”

Clayton made a sound of agreement. “Arresting him would give me a certain satisfaction.” But he shrugged. “It wouldn’t change things, though.”

“Would you want to change things?”

He blinked, maybe surprised that she’d want to launch into a discussion about their old baggage. She didn’t. Not really. But old baggage had a way of making it into the present.

“Rocky Creek Children’s Facility was a bad place,” he said, obviously thinking about his answer. “But if I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have met my brothers. Or Kirby. I wouldn’t be here at the ranch.”

“Your home.” Yes, it was stating the obvious, but she hated to see the past still able to hurt him this way.

“What about you?” he asked. “Would you go back and change things?”

“Absolutely.” And she didn’t even have to think about that. “I would have loved to have known my father. Even if he turned out to be, well, like yours. At least I’d know who he was.”

Clayton stayed quiet a moment. “That’s why you didn’t keep the pregnancy a secret from me.”

“That was a big part of it, yes,” she admitted. And how could she say this without making it sound like an invitation for more? “But I also thought you’d be a good father.”

“I will be,” he promised her. But almost immediately he shook his head. “Better than I’ve been so far. I’ve done a lousy job of keeping you and the baby safe.”

“Not so lousy. We’re all alive.” Sheesh. That sounded a little invitational, too. Best to move on to something not so personal.

Lenora stood. “How bad is your headache?”

He didn’t get up from the desk, but that brought his gaze to hers. “Is it that obvious?”

Now it was her turn to shrug. “You haven’t taken any meds in hours, so I figured there was pain.”

“It’s manageable,” he said, and he caught her hand and eased her in front of him.

For a moment she thought Clayton might take her up on one of those invitations and pull her into his arms, but he didn’t. He just stared at her. “You might find this hard to believe, since we had a one-night stand, but I’m pretty old-school when it comes to relationships and family.”

Now she was the one who was surprised. She wasn’t exactly sure where this conversation was going, but judging from the way Clayton was staring at her, it was going in a direction she might not like.

“You’re not planning to challenge me for custody?” she asked.

“No.” He repeated it, as if the idea hadn’t even occurred to him.

While that was a relief, there was no relief in that it took him the longest moments in history to continue. “I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, and I feel the best thing is for us to get married and raise this baby together.”

Lenora’s mouth dropped open.

“Just hear me out,” Clayton said before she could speak. Not that she would have known what to say, anyway. There were only a few times when she’d been rendered speechless, but this was one of those times.

“You and I both had some strikes against us right from the start,” he explained. “Broken homes and bad breaks. Well, I don’t want that for our baby. I want him or her to have chances we didn’t get by being raised in a home with both parents.”

She replayed every word in her head, but she still wasn’t sure where to start. Obviously, Clayton expected her to give him a resounding yes.

Something she couldn’t do.

“You want a marriage of convenience?” Lenora clarified.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then mumbled some profanity. “You make it sound like it’s something bad. We’re attracted to each other. If we hadn’t been, we would have never landed in bed.”

No way could she argue with the attraction part, and Clayton had enough proof of the attraction by the intensity and frequency of their kisses. When close to each other, they had zero resistance.

And that was why Lenora stepped back and put some space between them.

If she allowed him to pull her into his arms, her brain would turn to toast, and this was too important a decision to be thinking with parts of her body that shouldn’t have a say in this.

But Clayton obviously had other ideas.

He slid his hand around her waist and kissed her. Really kissed her. So hard and so long that when he finally pulled back, Lenora was speechless for a different reason. She didn’t have the breath to form the words. Good thing words weren’t needed when he returned to her mouth for another kiss.

Oh, no.

This was exactly what she was trying to avoid. Her body just melted. So did any resolve she had to resist him, and Lenora felt herself leaning in closer. Closer. Until, yes, she was once again in his arms. And worse, she kissed him right back.

She let that dreamy feel of pleasure slide right into her. It excited her body and soothed it all at the same time. She had no idea how Clayton managed to accomplish that with just a kiss, but he did it.

And then pulled back.

Lenora was so wound up in his arms that she nearly staggered when he stepped away. That wasn’t her only reaction, either. Every part of her began to protest that she was no longer body to body with the man who made her burn.

With that fire roaring through her, he didn’t just head for the door. He opened it and said the rest of what he had to say from over his shoulder.

“Just think about the proposal,” he mumbled. “And let me know your decision.”

* * *

CLAYTON SANK DOWN onto the foot of his bed and cursed a blue streak. Well, his proposal certainly hadn’t gone as planned. Not that he’d planned it very well, but he’d figured that Lenora would at least be more receptive to the idea of marriage so they could raise their child.

Apparently not, though.

Because only seconds after he’d suggested that she think about it, she had been the one to hurry past him and head to the guest room. And she’d shut the door, too. He knew that because it was directly across the hall from his; he’d also heard her lock it.

And turn off the lights.

He supposed it was a good sign that she was getting some much-needed rest. Something he wouldn’t get much of tonight. But he had a sinking feeling that he’d insulted Lenora. Definitely not his intention. Yeah, they weren’t in love, but he’d thought she would be able to see past that and do what was best for the baby.

Clayton mentally repeated that.

Groaned.

Yep, he’d blown it, all right. Lenora wasn’t the sort of woman to lean on a man, any man, even if he happened to be the father of her child.

Cursing his suddenly sour mood, their situation and anything else he could think of to curse, Clayton waited a few seconds for his temper to die down, then called Cutter to make sure everything was still secure.

“Thought you’d be getting some rest,” Cutter greeted him.

“I’m about to.” Well, he was about to go to bed, anyway. Clayton doubted that rest would come, with so much on his mind. “I’ll keep my phone right next to me. Call me if there’s any trouble.”

“Will do,” Cutter assured him.

“I’ll be out to relieve you at midnight,” Clayton added, and he hung up.

He considered calling Harlan next, just in case there’d been some kind of breakthrough with the recording, but it would only interrupt whatever his brother was doing. Calling Declan was out, too, because hopefully both he and Wyatt were resting so they could also do relief duty at midnight.

It was going to be a long night.

Clayton cursed that as well, and he dropped back on the bed. His head had barely touched the mattress, however, when there was a sharp knock at the door. Just one rap, and it flew open. He automatically reached for his gun, but stopped when he saw it was Lenora.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, getting up. He hurried to the door and looked out into the hall. Empty. “Did you hear something?”

She shook her head. “My answer is no.”

It took him a moment to realize which question she was answering, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t did you hear something?

Nope.

This was about the badly worded, ill-timed marriage proposal. Clayton took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to fix things, but he didn’t get the chance. Lenora shut the door, and in the same motion she wound her arms around his neck and she kissed him.

Whoa.

He sure hadn’t seen that coming, but Clayton went right along with it. He pulled her to him and he kissed her right back.

The taste of her roared through him. Instant heat. And it got significantly hotter when they tried to get closer to each other. Body to body. Every part of her touching every part of him. Well, the important parts, anyway.

“This doesn’t feel like a no,” he mumbled against her mouth.

“No to the marriage proposal,” she clarified. “Yes to this.” But then she stopped, pulled back and looked him directly in the eyes. “You do want this, right?”

“More than my next breath.” And he snapped her back to him to continue, and deepen, the kiss.

He forced himself to remember to stay gentle. Not easy to do with the heat boiling into a fierce need that his body was already demanding he satisfy. It was that thought that had him pulling back and looking at her.

“Is this okay?” And he hoped he didn’t have to explain that he was asking about sex during pregnancy.

She was breathing through her mouth now, her breath gusting, and her face was flushed with arousal. “More than okay,” she assured him, and she pulled him back to her for round two.

It was hard to stay gentle when Lenora lowered her hand to his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and her wandering fingers were headed even lower, to the zipper of his jeans, when Clayton decided he had to get control of this situation. He couldn’t drag her to the floor and take her rough and hard. He had to put a leash on the fire, so he pinned her wrists to the back of the door.

She made a small sound of protest but continued the scalding-hot kiss. And even though she could no longer unzip him, she kept touching him. With her body. Specifically, her breasts on his chest. She didn’t stop there, either. Lenora ground her sex against him and nearly made him forget his promise to keep this gentle.

When Clayton got his eyes uncrossed, he scooped her up and took her to the bed. He eased her onto the mattress and took off his boots and the ankle holster that contained a small Smith & Wesson.

But again Lenora sped things up. With her hands now free, she yanked off his holster and shirt. They landed somewhere on the floor, and her clever mouth landed on his chest.

Then his stomach.

Hell. He wasn’t just losing this battle, he was on the verge of surrendering.

Since he obviously couldn’t slow things down, he went after her clothes. First her top, and then he peeled off her jeans. He froze when he saw her stomach. Not because it cooled the heat. Nothing could do that, but it was a reminder that it was the first time he’d seen her this naked.

Or at least the first time he could remember.

“I know. My body’s not very attractive,” she said in a breathy whisper.

“You’re wrong. You’re incredibly attractive.” And that was a massive understatement. Every part of her was beautiful.

He kissed the tops of her breasts and then opened the front-hook bra and rid her of that so he could kiss her breasts the way he wanted. She made a sound of pleasure, a low, sensual moan that vibrated through his body. She also lifted her hips.

But that wasn’t all.

She hooked her fingers around the tops of her panties and shimmied them off.

Oh, man.

He’d been crazy before that, but now he got a lot crazier, and he took his mouth from her breast so he could work his way down her body. To her stomach.

To their child.

Her baby bump probably shouldn’t have aroused him, but it did. Of course, at this point everything about her was arousing, and he wished the need wasn’t a raging fire so he could savor every inch of her. Later, he’d have to do better. Would have to spend more time just sampling and savoring. And despite the fact that this probably shouldn’t be happening, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t regret this.

Just the opposite.

His body was already planning a second round.

While his mouth was occupied with kissing her stomach, she went after his zipper again, and this time she not only managed to get it down, she reached inside and touched him.

That crossed his eyes again.

And it upped the urgency.

Thankfully, Lenora was on the same page of urgency with him, and she helped him get out of the jeans and boxers. Naked, he landed against her, and she wrapped her legs around him. All thoughts of gentleness and baby bumps flew right out of his head when he eased inside the heat of her body.

A memory riffled through his head. Of another time, another bed.

But the same woman.

Yeah, he remembered that, and it only fired up his body even more—something he hadn’t thought possible.

It was a first for him. He’d never had sex without a condom, and he probably should have asked Lenora if he needed to put one on. But then she moved again, and logical thoughts like that went straight out the window.

“Finish this,” she muttered, pulling him even deeper inside her.

Clayton couldn’t have said no even if he’d wanted. He moved inside her, falling into a frantic rhythm. The battle was there to keep things gentle, and he managed it. Somewhat. When he felt her close to the edge, he gathered her into his arms and gave her what she needed to finish.

She made that sensual sound again when the climax racked through her body. And she tightened her grip on him. He didn’t need much to go over that edge with her, and that did it. Clayton pushed into her one last time and let himself fall right along with Lenora.