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  She was scared.

  And alone.

  Not even her mother could—or would—help.

  The thought strengthened her. She didn’t need her mother. Her mother was angry with her. She had said that Amanda would never be able to do it. That she was incapable.

  Amanda would show her. She would be better than her mother. Greg was her blood. Her family. She would be caring, warm, and loving.

  At least she could try.

  Chaos, tired of waiting, jumped back up beside her. Amanda’s hand stroked his head. She was determined to prove her mother wrong.

  Chapter Two

  The excited barking of a dog awakened Amanda. Her back was stiff as she slowly and painfully unfolded herself from the love seat. She didn’t remember falling asleep in the chair late last night. Her clothes were disheveled and wrinkled, her shoes gone.

  Through the sunroom’s expanse of windows, Amanda saw why. Chaos was busy tossing one in the air and catching it. The other was already half-buried in a hole in the middle of the yard.

  Fuck! They had cost her three hundred dollars. Almost a week’s worth of tips from bartending.

  The screech of chair legs against linoleum caught her attention, and she decided to ignore the dog. For now. She was sure Chaos would give her shoes a proper burial later. She hurried into the kitchen to see her new responsibility sitting at the table.

  Greg’s hair was standing up on one side of his head, and he was decked out in a SpongeBob SquarePants T-shirt and a pair of white cotton briefs. And that was all.

  He looked up at Amanda as she stepped into the room. He gave her a wide grin, a piece of cereal stuck to the corner of his mouth.

  “I made my own breakfast, ’Manda!”

  Amanda groaned. “I see.”

  What she saw was a box of Honey O’s spilled all over the table and an overflowing cereal bowl. Luckily the quart of milk was still upright, but white drops dotted the floor and table. And Greg himself. The worst part was that he was using an enormous serving spoon to eat from.

  With every scoop into the overloaded bowl, the combination of milk and cereal sloshed over the side.

  She quickly searched for the utensil drawer. As soon as she found them, she handed her brother a normal-sized spoon. “Here, use this, Bud.”

  Greg eyed the normal spoon and shook his head. “No. I like this one.” He attempted to shove the oversize spoon into his mouth and milk dripped down his chin. She hastily grabbed a napkin to wipe his face.

  A nurse and a maid…that’s what she’d become. A nursemaid.

  But this morning, the anger just wouldn’t come. She couldn’t help but reach out and attempt to smooth down his unruly hair.

  “What’s Chaos doin’?”

  “He found some new toys. You stay here and finish your breakfast. I’m going to wander around the house a little bit. Okay?”

  Greg could care less. He was engrossed with the puzzles on the back of the cereal box.

  Amanda wanted to see the house again in the light of day. She went up to stake out the master bedroom and made use of the single bathroom upstairs. Then she wandered back down through the main floor and passed Greg, who was having a deep conversation with himself—while still eating—on her way out to the garage.

  She flipped on the light. In the single-car garage sat an older Buick. She pressed the garage door opener to get a better view. Once the sunshine flooded in, she walked around the cramped garage, inspecting the car. It was gray. Four door. The perfect car for a grandparent.

  Boring.

  Just like living in this town was going to be.

  When she rounded the back of the car, she stopped in horror. The license plate read GREGSMOM. She groaned. She absolutely refused to drive around town with that plate.

  She looked up as Greg stepped into the garage. Still in his underwear and milk-stained tee.

  “We goin’ for a ride?” His hands twisted in ways that she never could have imagined possible, and his arms jerked with excitement.

  “Not like that you’re not.” She lifted a brow toward his attire and didn’t know if he’d understand or not.

  But he did. His smile got even bigger as he bounced on his toes. “Oh…oh…oh! I’m gonna go dress!” He stomped up the two steps into the house, and Amanda could hear a squeal of delight as well as what sounded like a herd of elephants pounding up to the second floor.

  Now she just needed to clean herself up. She closed the garage door. She would take the rental. The rental car company wasn’t coming until four o’clock to pick it up anyway.

  * * * *

  As she had done the previous day when she met with her stepmother’s lawyer, Amanda had parked the little red coupe in the public lot in town. She and Greg had spent a couple of hours walking, checking out the various mom-and-pop stores along Main Street. Since it was a Saturday, it seemed busier than what she imagined it would be. Every store they went into, someone would yell out a greeting to Greg and he would yell back, more often than not, directly in Amanda’s ear.

  Amanda was amazed at Greg’s skill of knowing everyone by name, since she was terrible at it. It was quite a gift for him, especially considering this morning he couldn’t even remember to put on a pair of pants. Everyone seemed to know him in town and treated him kindly.

  After buying him a cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a large mocha latte for herself from the Coffee and Cream shop on the corner, they wandered back through the square and into the dollar store. There, she bought an armful of new chew toys for Chaos. Greg had a ball picking them out for his dog and kept repeating, “Everything’s just one dollar!” Finally, Amanda had to drag him out of there before her head exploded. Even the caffeine-laden latte couldn’t get rid of the full-blown headache she had.

  As they left the dollar store, Greg suddenly grabbed her hand, almost knocking out the shopping bag. He started pulling her down the sidewalk: a boy on a mission.

  Today she had on her one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar pair of boots, the ones with a slight heel that went perfect with the pair of skinny jeans and dark purple leather jacket she was wearing. But even in low heels, he was dragging her way too fast.

  “Hold up, Greg! I can’t walk that fast.”

  “There’s someones…someones I want you to meet!” His voice raised a pitch.

  “Huh?”

  “C’mon, ’Manda! C’mon!” He tugged, but she dug in her heels as she noticed a salon.

  An actual salon. Hooray for small wonders!

  She stopped, reading the front of the display window from across the street. Manes on Main. Manicures. Pedicures. Colors. Perms.

  She sighed in relief.

  The front door opened with a jingle of bells. A tall, thin man in his early thirties stepped out on the stoop to light a cigarette. He had beautiful, lush blond hair and high cheekbones. He was much too pretty for a man. He gave her a blinding white smile when he noticed them staring like a couple of idiots.

  Greg suddenly released her hand and started to twist his together in a constant wringing motion. Amanda was quickly learning that he did that whenever he was stressed or excited.

  “That’s Teddy—Theo’s name for short. Mama says he’s gay. I don’t know what that means.” Amanda felt a flush rise from her throat. Greg continued on. “He cuts hair. But Mama won’t let Teddy cut my hair. Why do people call him Teddy when his name is Theo?”

  Amanda gave Teddy-Theo a crooked smile. She really wanted to hide, but there was nothing but a municipal waste can nearby. That wouldn’t have been too obvious. So instead she dumped her empty latte cup in it and got a better grip on the shopping bag, just in case Greg took off dragging her down the middle of Main Street without a warning.

  “Well, Greg, just like people call me Mandy sometimes or like you call me ’Manda. It’s a nickname.”

  “What’s a nick…nickname?”

  “Like me calling you Greg instead of your full name of Gregory.”

  “Like you call
me Bud?”

  “Exactly. That’s very good, Greg.”

  He puffed out his chest. “My name is Gregory Martin Barber.”

  “I know. Let’s go say hello to Teddy.” She caught him at the elbow, nudging him forward.

  Greg pulled back, his eyes widening. “No! Mama says I can’t talk to strangers.”

  “Greg, he’s not a stranger; you know who he is.”

  “But…but, Mama says he’s strange.”

  “Greg…” Amanda paused, then let out a frustrated sigh. “Never mind.”

  Amanda grabbed Greg’s arm and hauled him across the street to the entrance of the salon.

  “Hello.”

  Teddy parted his lips, then casually blew a stream of smoke up and away from them. “Hello.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize. This is a small town; I’m used to it. And I know it’s not Greg’s fault.” Teddy smiled at Greg. “Hello, Greg.”

  Greg kept his eyes downcast, staring at his feet as he dug the toe of his sneaker into the concrete.

  “Say hello, Greg,” Amanda prompted. She nudged his back. When he still didn’t answer, she nudged harder.

  “Hello,” he finally mumbled without lifting his head.

  Teddy brought his attention back to Amanda.

  “You’re Amanda Barber.”

  “Yes, how did you know?”

  Teddy laughed. “Welcome to Small Town America.”

  Not amused, Amanda asked, “So are you Theo, Teddy, Theodore or what?”

  “My friends call me Teddy, others call me…” He glanced at Greg. “Well, you can imagine.”

  By the time Amanda had finished talking with Teddy, Greg had all but forgotten whom he wanted Amanda to meet. He was tired; so was she. So they agreed to head back to the house.

  As they turned a corner on their walk back to the parking lot, Amanda noticed a man in a blue uniform by her car. He looked like a cop. She stopped dead in her tracks. He was a cop! One that was totally engrossed in writing on a silver metal clipboard. And putting a copy of whatever it was under her windshield wiper. Shit!

  She took off running, leaving Greg behind her screaming, “There’s the someones I want you to see!”

  Out of breath she skidded to a halt in front of the uniformed officer, pushing the hair out of her face.

  He had a typical cop’s haircut—the dark hair was nothing more than an extremely short crew cut. His crystal-blue eyes bored into her with a look of caution: she may be crazy. His square jaw tensed as if waiting for a confrontation. And Amanda didn’t want to disappoint him.

  “Hey, you can’t do that!” Amanda dropped the bag of dog toys to yank her low-cut jeans back up since they had slipped dangerously lower as she ran. The last thing she needed was another citation for indecent exposure.

  “Let me guess, this is your car?” His not so subtle sarcasm irritated her. Before she could give him a real piece of her mind, Greg had caught up.

  “Max…Max…look what we buy Chaos!”

  The officer’s eyes softened and his jaw relaxed as he became aware of Greg.

  “Hey, Greg. What are you doing out here by yourself?”

  Amanda bristled. “He’s not by himself. He’s with me.”

  “Max! Max…this is my sister, ’Manda.” Greg snagged the bag of dog toys from the ground and opened it wide to give Max a view inside. “See what we gots Chaos?”

  To Greg’s delight, Max took a good look in the bag, telling Greg how cool the toys were. While the officer was occupied with her brother, Amanda went over and ripped the yellow citation out from under the wiper. She scanned it.

  “What? Why am I getting a parking ticket? This is free parking!”

  He looked up slowly, raising one eyebrow. “Read the sign.”

  “Look, Officer…” She leaned in, reading his shiny name tag. “Bryson. I read the sign. It says free parking.” She jammed her hands on her hips with emphasis.

  She shouldn’t have done that. Her action drew his frosty blue eyes down to the exposed skin between her low-riding waistline and the baby tee she wore. She jerked the edges of her jacket closed.

  “It says free two-hour parking.”

  Amanda opened her mouth to argue, but as she read the sign again, it formed into an O. Her lips flattened shut. With a flourish she raised her arm and pulled back the sleeve of her leather coat, glancing at the delicate gold Bulova watch that dangled around her wrist.

  The watch was one of many gifts her mother had given her to cover her maternal guilt. One ten. She had parked the car in the lot a little before eleven.

  “You’re kidding me right?” She gaped at him in disbelief. He casually lifted a shoulder in answer. “Fifteen minutes over and I’m getting a”—she looked at the now crumpled ticket in her hand—“twenty-five-dollar fine? Give me a break!”

  Apparently he was used to dealing with angry citizens, as she didn’t faze him. Amanda dug out the car keys and pushed the Unlock button on the car remote. Then she popped the trunk, threw in the bag of dog toys, and gave it a satisfying slam shut.

  “I guess since there’s no crime in this hickville of a town, you have nothing better to do than to harass law-abiding citizens. What do you do? Sit around with a stopwatch just waiting for someone to go over the time limit? Do those tickets pay your salary? Do you have a quota? Huh?”

  Officer Bryson quietly watched her, feet planted shoulder-width apart. He remained calm and completely disturbing. His refusal to argue infuriated her further.

  “Greg, get in the car. And don’t forget your seat belt. I don’t need Officer Brightless here giving me another ticket.”

  She was relieved that Greg didn’t resist, and once he was settled in the passenger seat, Amanda slammed the door shut. She gave the officer a final glare.

  “How old are you?” The officer’s voice was soft and low, and the question was so unexpected that she answered automatically.

  “Twenty-eight.” She then cursed herself for answering.

  With deliberate care, he tucked his pen in his shirt pocket. “Really?” His gaze raked her body; then he tilted his head in contemplation. “Because the way you’re acting, I’d have thought you were twelve.”

  Twelve? What a jerk!

  “And from what I hear, Amanda, you are now responsible for your brother. I’d say you have some fast growing up to do.”

  Amanda moved around to the driver’s side before she did something stupid and ended up in cuffs, stuffed in the back of his car, and—not to mention—being charged with assault on a police officer.

  She raised her thumb up. “First, it’s Ms. Barber to you.” She raised her index finger next. “Second, nobody asked you.” She narrowed her eyes and then lifted her middle finger up by itself. “And, third, it’s none of your damn business.”

  Make that being charged with aggravated assault. With a side of disorderly conduct.

  He dropped his head, and his body jerked. Was he laughing at her? After a second he faced her again. “Just keep it that way. Keep yourself out of trouble, Ms. Barber. And don’t be dragging Greg into any either. Or a twenty-five-dollar citation will be the least of your worries.”

  Amanda got in the car and locked the doors. She didn’t like his warning…his threat. And she didn’t like him.

  Officer Max Bryson. One name she’d never forget.

  MAX SHOOK HIS head and let out a slow breath as he watched the little red car pull away with a squeal of tires. His pulse thumped so fiercely that he thought his veins would pop. He’d bet the one at his temple was visibly throbbing right now. He struggled to keep himself looking cool on the outside, while he didn’t feel so composed on the inside. He usually didn’t let disgruntled citizens get him riled up, especially since he knew most of them. He was used to dealing with people unhappy with their situations, whether their own fault or not.

  What caught him off guard was his body’s unexpected reaction to her. It had been quite a while since he’d felt an att
raction that strong to someone. Especially that powerful. And never that instant. He ran a hand over his damp brow. What a little spitfire. When Max had heard that Greg’s older sister was coming to town to take care of the boy, he hadn’t given it another thought. He actually didn’t think she’d show up. He really thought Greg would end up being stuck in a group home.

  All he had heard about her around town was that Ms. Amanda Barber hadn’t shown up for her father’s funeral a couple of years ago. Of course, being a small, tight-knit community, that didn’t go unnoticed and had been on everyone’s lips for at least a month. Well, that was until the next big town “news” came along—which just happened to be Max’s brother’s reserve unit going off to the Middle East.

  But the girl had come through; she had actually shown up to take responsibility for her sibling. Or half-sibling.

  Either way, she sure didn’t look like she could handle someone like Greg. Not that you could judge a book by its cover—as nice a cover as it was. Max hoped she proved him wrong.

  He had a feeling he’d be running into her again.

  Max smiled and wandered back to his patrol car. Yes, he was certain he’d be seeing her again. Soon.

  And preferably under different circumstances.

  Chapter Three

  He was wearing that damn dark blue uniform again. But this time the shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open to show the white T-shirt he had on underneath it.

  He unfastened his black leather belt and slowly slipped it out of the belt loops. Like he was stripping. He was teasing her! He dropped it to the floor. He removed the uniform shirt and flung it across the room. The T-shirt underneath hugged his skin, giving her a preview of what was underneath it.

  He was getting undressed way too slow.

  With a yank, the T-shirt was gone too. She waited for him to grab the front of his pants and pull, like an exotic dancer would with Velcro pants. One tug and whoosh! Nothing but leopard-print thong on.

  But she was disappointed when that didn’t happen; he just sat on the corner of the bed and removed his black boots. Like a normal person. He turned to look at her.

  She was naked and waiting on the bed. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and she ran her fingers over them, circling. They were sensitive and begging for his touch. His mouth. His tongue.