Marrying the Marshal by Laura Marie Altom

Author:Laura Marie Altom
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2013-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Not long after their truce, talk drifted to making up for lost time—namely, swapping dating disasters. “Didn’t you forget one?” Allie asked.

Grimacing, Caleb said, “Once you’ve had a blind date with a female mortician who’s idea of a good time is finding just the right hairstyle for her latest client…” His wince pretty much finished his sentence.

Sipping her mint tea, trying to pretend her next question didn’t mean as much as it did, she asked, “What about the woman from the I-5 Waffle Hut?”

He sat up straighter. “Where’d you hear about her?”

Allie’s stomach fell. He wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he still had feelings for her, was he? “I, um, was talking with Adam one day and he brought her up.”

“Mmm…Delores,” he said with a wistful nod. “Along with a certain pair of large, melon-shaped assets, she made damn good coffee. Guess that’s why I didn’t mention her. She was more delicious than disaster.”

Allie rolled her brief and swatted him.

“Ouch!” he complained. “What was that for?”

“I don’t know. Just felt like you needed it.”

“Why?” he teased with a cocky grin that stirred heat all the way to her toes. “You threw me away. Shouldn’t the rest of the world’s female population have a shot?”

Allie was in trouble.

When Caleb was charming like this, he was at his most dangerous. He reminded her how much fun they used to have. How much life they used to share. But that was a long time ago. They were different people now.

“Okay, wait a minute,” Caleb said. “I told you about Delores and Penny, who played beauty shop on dead people. When do I get the scoop on your illustrious social life?”

“Ha!” Allie laughed. “What social life?”

“You can’t be serious,” Caleb said. “You’re a hottie. How can I be your only guy?”

“Oh, puh-lease. I’d hardly call myself hot. And I didn’t say you were my only guy. Just that I haven’t dated that much.”

“All right….” Leaning forward, rubbing his palms together, he said, “Let’s hear it. Who was your last major fling?”

“Well…” It took her an embarrassing few seconds to even remember. Truthfully, usually after one or two dates, she knew she hadn’t liked the guy even a fraction as much as the father of her son, so what had been the point in leading the guy on? “There was that hunky Juvie Court judge I had a wild fling with at the National Judicial Conference in Vegas.”

“For real?” His eyebrows shot up.

“What’s the matter, Cowboy Cal? You jealous?”

Caleb froze.

Cowboy Cal.

She used to call him that in the heat of sex. Based on his love of all things Wild West, it’d been their little joke. And judging by her flushed cheeks, he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed her slip.

He cleared his throat. “Guess I should get back outside, huh? Let you get back to work.”

“You on duty?” she asked.

“Nope. Officially off.”

“Then stay,” Allie couldn’t believe what she’d just suggested. “I have a perfectly proper guest room. You can be here in the morning when Cal wakes up.

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