Texas Fire by Kimberly Raye

Author:Kimberly Raye [Raye, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Category, The McGraw Triplets
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2006-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

9

THIS WAS BAD.

Really bad.Charlene peered past the part in the drapes and stared at the man who knocked on her front door.

Not that she hadn’t envisioned Mason McGraw knocking on her door a time or two in the past. She had. But in each scenario she’d been a) dressed to the nines in a sexy dress and high heels, her hair and makeup perfect, and b) doing something really cool like waxing her Harley or singing with her band destined to be the next Creed or Nickelback.

Reality check.

She didn’t own a Harley and the closest she’d come to singing was when she belted out her favorite song—high-pitched and off-key—in the shower every morning. And the only thing she was doing at the moment was clipping possible do-me hairstyles from several magazines she’d picked up at the drugstore.

As for her appearance…

She glanced down at her ragged cut-off blue jean shorts and oversized green T-shirt, the words Romeo Rangers now faded and barely visible. She wore old sweat socks that slouched down around her ankles. She’d pulled her hair into a sloppy ponytail and her makeup was just a vague memory thanks to the anti-wrinkle scrub she’d purchased for an outrageous amount of money on her last shopping trip into Austin.

Really bad?

More like a major disaster.

Her heart jumped and anxiety rushed through her. He couldn’t see her like this. While she had no illusions that he really and truly wanted her—his interest was merely a ploy to dissuade her from her plan—she wasn’t going to go out of her way to solidify the notion.

She held her breath while the knocking continued. She wasn’t going to answer the door. Then he would go away and she could make up some excuse tomorrow during their lunch consultation as to why she wasn’t home at seven in the evening on a work night. Especially when Romeo practically rolled up the sidewalks by five. It wasn’t as if she could still be cruising the grocery store or checking out books at the library.

She closed her eyes as dread rolled through her and her heart pounded even faster. To make matters worse, her car was sitting in the driveway. She was home, end of story.

Of course, she could be in the shower, which was a valid reason not to hear his knock. Or maybe she’d simply been so tired that she’d gone to bed early. Better yet, maybe she was checking in on old Mrs. Johnson who lived two houses down and had recently had cataract surgery. Then again, it was common knowledge that Mrs. Johnson went to bed at seven every night on account of she had a rooster that woke her up at daybreak every morning (along with half the neighborhood, Charlene included). She could be next door at Mrs. Owens’ buying Happy Camper cookies as promised. Susie, the oldest of Mrs. Owens’ five daughters, was president of Happy Campers Troop 54, and just that afternoon she’d toted home eight cases of cookies for their annual sale.

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