Read Tender Is the Storm Online
Authors: Johanna Lindsey
Fiona came half out of her chair. “Why you little—”
“Now, now,” Sam interrupted, chuckling. “Why don’t you call it a draw, Fiona?”
“But—”
“Forget it,” he said forcefully. “Go powder your nose or something while I order you a dessert to cool you off.”
She left in a great spurt of indignation. But Sharisse rose immediately afterward.
“My nose could use a little powdering as well. If you will excuse me, gentlemen?”
“Sharisse.”
She deliberately ignored the warning note in his voice. “Don’t worry, Lucas, I won’t get lost. I’ll just follow the sound of the door that just slammed.”
With a brilliant smile, she left the table and was gone before he could call her back. Now to see how Mrs. Newcomb handled herself in a private confrontation.
Lucas sat there scowling, drumming his fingers on the table. Sam, on the other hand, could barely contain his amusement. Emery was simply perplexed.
After a moment, the noise coming from around the corner in the ladies’ retiring room, though muf
fled, was still loud enough to make Lucas jump to his feet.
“Oh, let them be.” Sam stopped him, his good humor increasing. “What harm can a couple of women do to each other?”
“That’s hardly the point,” Lucas snapped.
“Have a heart, for my sake,” Sam cajoled. “If Fiona doesn’t get this out of her system, she’s going to be pure hell to live with. And, really, what harm can they do to each other? Women don’t resort to violence. Shouting abuse is their specialty.”
He was right, Lucas reasoned. Slowly he sat down again. The shouting died down. The sound of a door slamming signaled that whatever had happened was over with. Yet neither woman returned. Lucas’s anxiety mounted again.
He was about to rise once more when the desk clerk brought Sam the message that Mrs. Newcomb had retired to their suite.
“Without any more explanation than that?” Sam demanded.
The clerk knew his boss well enough to grin. “Well, sir, I don’t think you’d care to hear the rest of what Mrs. Newcomb had to say.”
Sam cleared his throat. “No, I don’t suppose I would.” He dismissed the man, turning to Emery and Lucas. “Please forgive my wife, gentlemen. She’s not usually so rude.”
“So you’re staying here at your hotel tonight, Sam?” Lucas commented.
“Yes. I’m thinking seriously about moving into town permanently,” he replied. “Maybe that’s
what’s wrong with Fiona. She’s been so bored at the ranch, she doesn’t know what to do with herself.”
Lucas silently congratulated Sam on coming up with that plausible excuse. He had been wondering how Sam would explain the move without admitting that he had sold the ranch.
“You could always dismiss your servants,” Lucas chuckled. “That would give Fiona something to do.”
“Ha! She’d leave with them. No, I’m afraid I’ve spoiled that woman terribly. Make sure you don’t make the same mistake, Luke, with your pretty little gal.”
“Spoil Sharisse? I’d have to take her back East to do that. She’s not exactly suited to this kind of life.”
“You thinking of moving away then?” Sam’s interest perked.
“I thought you just advised me not to spoil her.”
“So I did.” Sam couldn’t manage to hide his disappointment.
The clerk was back again, his message for Lucas this time. “Your intended sends her apologies, Mr. Holt, for not returning. I don’t think she’s feeling well.”
“Where is she?”
“Waiting for you out front in your carriage.”
“Hope it wasn’t anything Fiona said,” Sam offered, and the three men stood up to leave.
Lucas was just angry enough to say, “Undoubtedly it was, and you and I both know why. I’m
sick and tired of it. She’s your wife now. Whatever she and I had once is over. See that she finally understands that, Sam. Because if I have to, I’ll damn well wring her neck—especially after tonight.”
Lucas left Sam to explain that to Emery any way he chose to tell it.
Sharisse couldn’t stop crying. It was such a silly thing to do, something she hadn’t done since her disastrous affair with Antoine. But wasn’t her behavior tonight just as stupid? Never in all her life had she acted like that. She was afraid she didn’t know herself anymore, afraid this impetuous adventure was changing her in ways she couldn’t stop. Certainly that was the reason for these tears that wouldn’t stop.
Lucas found her like that, her face hidden in her hands and her shoulders shaking. She was crying soundlessly. If she had been wailing loudly he might have thought it was a female ploy for attention, but this silent suffering disturbed him. A feeling long dormant rose up to overwhelm him, the instinct to protect and defend his own.
“Sharisse?”
Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice. She had hoped to hear him, to have time to compose herself. Why had he come upon her so si
lently? She was mortified. She’d meant to keep her face averted, too, and conceal her left cheek. Yet here she was facing him, and what she hadn’t wanted to happen was happening. His expression changed from concern to unmistakable fury as he saw the vivid mark on her cheek.
For a breathless moment, Sharisse wasn’t sure who his anger was directed at. Then he exploded. “I’ll kill her!”
“But I’m not hurt, Lucas,” Sharisse assured him.
“Then why are you crying so hard?”
“Because of what I did. Oh, it was just awful!” Fresh tears erupted. “I shouldn’t have followed her. I should have listened to you. But I never thought she would attack me.”
He sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. “Fiona lives by a different set of rules than you do, honey. I thought you realized that.”
“How could I? I’m accustomed to civilized women. I only meant to find out why she was baiting me and to let her know my tolerance was at an end. But when she slapped me, oh, I don’t know what came over me. I…I hit her back, Lucas. I’m so sorry.”
He set her away from him, amazed. “Your instinct was only natural,” he told her softly. “It’s nothing to cry over and certainly no more than Fiona deserved.”
“But you don’t understand,” she cried. “I think I broke her nose!” Shocked, he burst out laughing. “Lucas Holt, it’s not funny!”
“God, yes, yes it is,” he laughed. “She insulted
you, hit you, and you’re crying because she got more than she bargained for. It’s funny, believe me.”
“But a broken nose, Lucas.”
“Did you hear the bone break?”
“Well, no. But she was bleeding. And she looked at me as if I’d killed her.”
“Well, of course,” he said. “She wasn’t expecting the civilized city girl to fight back. Stop fretting over it, honey. If she was hurt that badly, she’d have screamed the hotel down.”
“Do you really think so?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes. I think so.”
Sharisse brought out her handkerchief from her reticule. She was calmer.
“I’m sorry I left so rudely. I hope you extended my apologies.”
“I did more than that where Sam was concerned. The man should have more control over his wife,” he said roughly. “Why’d she slap you?”
Sharisse considered all that had been said leading up to the fight, and her back stiffened. But her expression was innocent when she looked at Lucas.
“All I did was suggest that if she had been as satisfying a mistress as she believed, then you would have continued the relationship instead of looking for a wife.”
Lucas flinched. “So she told you?”
“Actually, what she said was that she had
had
you first, and she could
have
you again if she wanted you. She’s rather…coarse.”
“Did you believe her?”
“I saw no reason to doubt such a blatant claim.” The iciness in her manner was becoming more pronounced.
“I’ll be damned.” Lucas grinned. “You’re jealous, aren’t you? That’s why you socked her.”
“Don’t be absurd,” Sharisse declared hotly. “But you could have warned me, Lucas. Where I come from, a man doesn’t force his fiancée to dine with his ex-mistress.”
“Damn it, she was never my mistress, Sharisse. I saw her occasionally, not on a regular basis, and not exclusively. She made it clear she was available, and we had some good times. That’s all there was to it. When she married Newcomb, that finished it. Her boasting that she can have me again is wrong. I don’t mess with other men’s wives.”
“And if she weren’t married?”
He smiled. “Why would I want her when I have you?”
Sharisse blushed and looked away. But her voice was firm as she ventured, “If she gave you such a good time, why didn’t you marry her?”
“If a man married every woman he fooled around with, he’d end up with a passel of wives, honey. Are you really going to make me account for everything I did before you got here?”
“You didn’t answer my question, Lucas. Why didn’t you marry her when you had the chance?”
“I could say that I thought she wouldn’t make a good wife, but the fact is I simply wasn’t looking for a wife back then. Now, does that appease your jealousy?”
“I wasn’t jealous,” she insisted.
“Of course not,” he said smoothly, enjoying himself.
She gasped. “Oh, I could just scream! Take me home, Mr. Holt. I’ve had too much of your stimulating conversation this evening.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and whipped the buggy into motion.
The ride took place in silence. When they reached the ranch, he turned the buggy over to Mack and escorted Sharisse to the house. She waited only long enough for Lucas to get a lamp lit so she could see her way to her room. His blunt question, just as she entered her room stopped her in her tracks.
“Who is Joel?”
She stopped, then swung around. “Where did you hear that name?”
“From you.”
Her mind raced. “I don’t talk in my sleep, do I?”
“No, but you mumble a lot when you’re drunk.”
There wasn’t any humor in his voice. And his expression was somber. She was instantly wary.
“Joel is a friend, Lucas. Someone I grew up with. Why? What did I say?”
“You told your father that you didn’t want to marry him. That Stephanie loves him, not you.” He walked toward her as he spoke, stopping too close to her, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Is that why you ran away from your father, Sharisse?”
“No,” almost slipped out, but then she realized
what his question implied. “You think I’m that girl Mr. Buskett was telling us about, don’t you?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I believe I answered that question earlier tonight,” she replied stiffly. “But before you doubt me any more, I should tell you that my father’s name is John Richards. Hammond was my married name.” How adept she was becoming. “I suppose I should have made that clear before, but it didn’t seem important.”
“Antoine Hammond?”
“Certainly not! I despise Antoine!” she said forcefully, losing her temper. Then she caught herself. “I suppose I mentioned Antoine, too, that night I drank too much?”
“You did.”
“What exactly did I say to make you think he was my husband?”
“You called him your love.”
“Oh,” she said. How was she going to explain that?
“Which is it, Sharisse?” he asked softly. “Did you love Antoine, or despise him?”
He ran a finger along her jaw, down her neck, to her shoulder, resting his hand there with just enough pressure to prevent her from turning away. He meant to hold her there until he got the answer. Maybe it was time for the truth, or part of it.
“Antoine was a man I met a long time ago, Lucas. I was young and naive, and he was worldly, romantic, and terribly handsome. I thought I was in love, when actually I had simply reached the age where I was ready to fall in love. So I was
susceptible to the first man who extended any effort to win me. I realize that now, but at the time I was too enchanted to question anything.” Bitterness crept into her manner, and her eyes darkened with memory. “Antoine turned out to be a scoundrel of the worst kind, a liar, a deceiver. He…”
Sharisse blanched as she realized she had just described what she herself had become. If Lucas ever found out how she had lied to him, deceived him…
“He what?”
She lowered her eyes. “He…he wanted only one thing from me. Luckily I learned of his perfidy in time.”
“You mean you saved your virginity in time.” Her eyes flew back to meet his.
“Yes,” she replied softly.
“But you gave your heart away freely. I was under the misconception that your husband was the only man in your past. How many others did you fancy yourself in love with besides Antoine?”
Her temper was ignited by his teasing. How dare he make light of that humiliating experience? She was reminded of Fiona and how casually he treated his past dalliances. Yet he dared to question her?
She smiled sweetly and gave a little shrug. “You can’t expect me to answer such a question, Lucas. I’m not the sort of woman who keeps count.”
“That many, eh?” He chuckled.
She gritted her teeth in exasperation. The rogue. He knew very well what she was up to. But it was
too late to change her tune now. And she still wanted to get his goat.
“Yes, that many. Can I help it if I’m fickle?”
He shook his head in mock sympathy. “So many loves, and only one husband to show for it—so far. So who do you love now, Shari?”
His lips closed over hers. He didn’t expect an answer. Love had nothing to do with them. He was the kind who wouldn’t care if she loved him, as long as he got what he wanted. But she wasn’t going to let him—not again. She didn’t want…him to…make love…
The moment her arms closed around his neck in surrender, Lucas swept her off her feet and carried her to her bed. His little virgin. She might not love him—and she might be an exceptional liar—but her body didn’t lie. She was his. For now, anyway.
Sharisse stretched languorously and opened her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that the bare male chest she was looking at wasn’t alien to her anymore. She knew she should be appalled, devastated. To have shared her bed with a man all night, to wake up beside him just as if they were married when in fact they were not! He was not obliged to marry her just because he had taken her virginity. Why, he didn’t even know the truth about that.
Truly, she ought to have been a little indignant that he was still there in her bed, that he was getting all the benefits of a wife without actually binding himself to her, but the truth was that she would have been terribly disappointed if he had left after making such glorious love to her. And she rather liked having him there to snuggle close to.
She knew it would be dangerous for her to analyze why she felt the way she did. If she thought for a minute that she might be falling in love with
Lucas, she would panic. No arrogant man like her father was going to control her for the rest of her life, even one whose arrogance was as subtle as Lucas’s.
No, it was safer to think she was perhaps immoral. Oh, not really in a bad sort of way. Good heavens, she was twenty, a woman with a mind of her own. Why should she have to wait until she found a husband to experience the ecstasy that Lucas had shown her? Why should she deny herself that pleasure just because they weren’t married?
Sharisse smiled at her rationalizations. She was really becoming corrupt. But just then, looking at the broad expanse of Lucas’s chest, she didn’t care.
How different he looked when he was asleep. It was the first time she had seen him sleeping, the first time she’d been able to look and take her time about it. She liked what she saw, the corded muscles running along his chest and bare arms, the way his chest hair curled down to a point on his stomach. Even relaxed, he was powerful. His chin was slack, with a slight shading of whisker growth, his brow smooth, with an unruly lock of coal-black hair falling across it.
She was disconcerted to suddenly realize that without the usual grin curling his lips and the laughter in those jewel-like eyes, he could very well be his dangerous brother lying there.
Now why had that thought occurred to her? She hadn’t thought about Slade since she and Lucas had returned from the mountains. She’d been re
lieved not to find Slade waiting for them at the ranch. But it was true. With the eyes closed and the face relaxed, there wasn’t a single difference between them.
Twins. Remarkable what different experiences could do to two brothers, making one as dangerous as a coiled rattlesnake and the other a loveable rogue. One took her feelings into consideration, the other arrogantly disdained them.
Sharisse quickly looked away, afraid to continue with that train of thought. She caught sight of Charley in his porcelain bowl, and she grinned at his expression. He actually looked disgruntled. Well, Charley had never taken to Lucas, always growling softly when Lucas got near her. She supposed he wasn’t too pleased to find Lucas in what he no doubt considered his personal domain.
At that moment Charley jumped out of his bowl and then out the window, as if he had only waited until he got her attention so he could make his displeasure felt, and now he was showing her what he thought of her promiscuous behavior. Well! To be snubbed by one’s own cat.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Sharisse turned to Lucas with a start. “How many times must I ask you not to call me that?” she said, exasperated.
“Don’t scold, honey, not so early in the morning.” He pulled her down, and in one quick movement he was on top of her, grinning devilishly. “And why can’t I call you beautiful?”
“Because your brother did, and it reminds me
of him,” she retorted with as much dignity as she could muster.
His lips brushed hers teasingly, and then he kissed those tender, perfectly shaped breasts. “Well, I don’t want that, at least not when I’m making love to you. I don’t care to be jealous of my own brother.”
“Are you a jealous man, Lucas?”
Between soft kisses, he murmured, “Don’t know.”
“Then why did you say that?”
“Let’s just say, when you’re with me, I want to be sure you’re with me completely. Understand?”
“I can barely think at all now, Lucas,” she whispered.
Her eyes closed and she moaned softly as he moved lower, his lips nuzzling her belly, his hands gripping her sides, raising her off the bed so that her head fell back. She was lost in sensation, whirling inside a tide that he deftly stirred.
She nearly cried out as he stopped. When she opened her eyes, he was looking her over in a way that made her feel worshiped, adored, and wanted, definitely wanted. This man was not after her money or her virginity. There was no ulterior motive behind his lovemaking. He simply wanted her—for herself. The feeling thrilled her, striking a chord of warmth in her that had never been touched before.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beginning to think you really think so,” she said breathlessly.
His eyes locked with hers. “But you don’t think so?”
“Oh, Lucas, stop talking,” she moaned. She reached for his head and pulled him down to her.
He laughed deeply. She wanted him now, but he wanted to savor her, explore her. He wanted to make her pleasure the sweetest yet.
His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss, while his hands found her most sensitive places. He learned what delighted her most as he brought her to one exquisite height after another. He also learned that where Sharisse was concerned, there was as much pleasure in giving as in taking. Before the morning was over, he had broken down the last of her inhibitions. It was an experience neither of them would forget.