The Trouble with Temptation by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781466876682
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Hannah stood off to the sidelines, her arms wrapped around her midsection.

Neve and Ian were a few feet away, but none of them spoke.

Brannon’s face was tight, the five o’clock shadow darkening his jaw adding to his overall menacing appearance. “What else do you need to know?” he asked, his eyes glittering as he stared at the deputy. After Brannon had talked to Ian, he’d called the county sheriff. They’d met at the winery and both Tank and one of his deputies were there.

Ian had been supposed to meet Alison at the pub—trying a few wines, and when she hadn’t shown, he’d called her, then the winery. Then he’d called Marc. Marc had called her house, her cell … she wasn’t answering.

“She pissed off the senator and all of you have seen how well he’s doing with the damage control. He’s screwed. And now Alison is missing.”

“We don’t know that she’s missing,” Tank said.

Brannon’s stream of curses turned the air blue.

Hannah was mildly impressed. She heard quite a bit of swearing in her line of work, and quite a bit of it was directed at her. Some of it, of course, was just directed at the situation. Nothing like having a bone poking out of your skin or seeing your toddler with his head stuck between the top and bottom of your chair to learn just how inventively you could swear—or how ardently you could pray.

Brannon was very inventive. She’d learned that over the past few days, but this was a whole other side.

He’d always been the more laid back of the McKays, but the temper was something people hinted at.

Moira was serene, elegance personified. Once a person got to know her, Moira was also a wonderful friend and warm and funny, with a wicked sense of humor. But one could never consider the eldest McKay to be laid back.

Neve was, plain and simple, a hellion. Trouble, just like her nickname said. She seemed to have settled down some, but her temper was just as sharp as ever. Hannah adored her.

Other than the fact that he’d always been prone to snapping at her, Brannon had been the easy-going one of the bunch. If you needed something and were afraid to approach Neve—or too intimidated by Moira—then Brannon was your guy. If Neve had been edging too close to the point of no return, then Brannon had been the one Hannah would reach out to back in school—when he was home.

Now, though, she could see that temper, hot enough to burn.

As he advanced on the sheriff, Neve groaned under her breath. “He’s going to get his ass thrown in jail. Ian…”

“I can try to talk him down, love, but chances are it will end with both of us getting our arses tossed in.” Ian looked grim.

Hannah gave them both a withering look. “The last thing we need is more testosterone out there.”

She braced herself, because this was so not going to be pleasant.

Neve reached for her hand, but she sidestepped. “He’ll listen to me or I’ll just punch him,” she said.

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