Lawman's Redemption

“Would you like to come in?”

“Very much,” he answered.

“But you’re not going to.”

He shook his head.

“Why not?”

Because it was wrong—more so than the first time, not as much as the second, but still wrong. Because, in spite of her assurances, he wasn’t sure what her expectations were. Hell, he wasn’t sure what his expectations were. Because they were a great match for a one-night stand, but neither of them brought much hope to the success of anything more.

And because he liked her, honestly liked her, and though he didn’t know what he wanted from her, he did know one thing for sure: he didn’t want to hurt her. She’d gotten enough of that for a lifetime.

Lawman’s Redemption
Marilyn Pappano

www.millsandboon.co.uk

MARILYN PAPPANO

brings impeccable credentials to her career—a lifelong habit of gazing out windows, not paying attention in class, daydreaming and spinning tales for her own entertainment. The sale of her first book proved that she wasn’t crazy but creative. Since then she’s sold more than forty books to various publishers and even a film production company.

In winter she stays inside with her husband and their four dogs, and in summer she spends her free time mowing the yard and daydreams about grass that never gets taller than two inches.

You can write to her at P.O. Box 643, Sapulpa, OK, 74067-0643.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

Chapter 1

The first time Brady Marshall ever saw Hallie Madison, he picked her up in a bar, took her back to her motel and spent most of the night having amazing sex with her.

The second time was in church.

In a wedding.

Thank God, not as the bride.

He stood at the front of the First Baptist Church of Heartbreak, Oklahoma, with Jace Barnett, the best man, and Reese Barnett, the groom, on his right and Del, Reese’s father, on his left. As the organist played a slow processional, he gazed out over a full church and watched the bride’s attendants come up the aisle. First were Emma and Elly Harris, wearing matching dresses and scattering baskets of petals. A few yards behind them was the first bridesmaid—a petite china doll with silvery-brown hair cut as short as a boy’s…though with those delicate features, no one would ever mistake her for one.

Bringing up the rear was the maid of honor. She was of average height, athletic looking, her also-short hair also silvery-brown. Despite her lack of curves, no one would ever mistake her for a boy, either—but neither would they figure her for a private investigator, which she was.

And in the middle was Hallie. His mystery woman from two nights ago. She hadn’t offered her name or asked for his, and he’d been satisfied not knowing. He should have asked. Even if he’d known she was sister and soon-to-be sister-in-law to his best friends, he still might have gone to the motel with her…but he wouldn’t risk money on it. Most likely, if he’d known, he would have high-tailed it out of that bar and spent the night regretting what he hadn’t done.

Better than spending his time regretting what he had done.

Hallie was about five foot eight and slender, but with curves in all the right places. Her hair was silky and blond and past her shoulders, her eyes were hazel—he hadn’t realized he knew that until just now—and her smile was bright and cheery, but anyone who looked closely could see the tension underlying it. For whatever reason, this wasn’t a great time for her, but she was doing her best to hide it for her sisters’ sake.

There they were—the Madison sisters. He’d heard a lot about them from their oldest sister, Neely. There was Kylie the pretty one, Hallie the popular one and Bailey the smart one. If Hallie made a habit of doing what she’d done with him two nights ago, he could understand why she was popular.

But he didn’t think she did. Maybe his ego needed to think that he’d been special, though he knew too well that wasn’t true. While Hallie might not routinely pick up sex partners in bars, he did, and he knew special had nothing to do with it. Being lonely did. And alone. Not interested in a relationship. Not able to connect with people except in the most superficial way.

The bridesmaids took their place opposite the groomsmen, and the organ music swelled as Neely appeared at the back of the church, putting the other women out of his mind. Her ivory gown was all lace and satin, sleeveless with a deep V, and a stream of lace was attached to a band of flowers worn in her hair. She was more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen. She was the only woman he’d had any sort of relationship with in the past fourteen years, and he’d been half in love with her ever since they’d met. Not that he’d ever expected or even wanted anything to come of it. Neely belonged to Reese, heart and soul.

Lucky guy.

When she reached the front, the guests took their seats and the wedding party turned to face the minister. Brady’s one and only wedding seventeen years ago had been nothing like this. He and Sandra had gone to the county courthouse one Friday afternoon and been married by a judge in a hurry to get to his golf game. He’d worn jeans and a white shirt, and Sandra had worn a flowery dress with a big white collar edged with crimson ribbon.

Funny that he could remember that, but couldn’t quite recall her face. He could see the curly brown hair, he could even call up the memory of sliding a plain gold band on her finger, but he couldn’t see her eighteen-year-old face.

Of course, he’d spent fourteen years trying to forget everything about her. He’d been a fool to marry her. The good times hadn’t come close to balancing out the bad, and in the final months, there had been some really bad times.

Between all the people and the candles that flickered everywhere, the church was a little warm. The reception afterward wasn’t bound to be much better, since it was going to be outside and Oklahoma in August wasn’t hospitable. But for wedding cake, cold drinks and dancing, people would forget the heat.

For their friends, they would forget anything.

Finally the pastor came to the part they’d all been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride,” he announced, and Reese took him at his word. Amid laughter and clapping, he sealed the promises he’d just made with a kiss, then, prompted by the organ music, escorted his bride to the back of the church.

Too bad Brady had been called out last night and missed the rehearsal. If he’d made it, he would have been better prepared for walking down the aisle with Hallie Madison in front of every soul he knew in Oklahoma. Not that he really needed preparation. No one would get the slightest hint from him how intimately he knew her.

Jace hooked up with Bailey and followed the bride and groom, leaving Brady and Hallie facing each other. He wasn’t sure when she’d recognized him—he hadn’t caught her looking at him when she’d come down the aisle—but obviously at some point she had. There was no surprise in her eyes—just a sheepish, faintly embarrassed look.

They met in the center of the aisle and he offered his arm. When she slipped her hand through and rested it on his forearm, they started down the aisle.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he murmured.

“I bet you thought you were never going to see me again,” she whispered while keeping her smile in place. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Who’s disappointed?” He should have known it was bound to happen. For fourteen years he’d allowed himself nothing more than one-night stands with strangers. The odds that he could continue forever without running into one of those women again had been growing slimmer. Now he just had to make the best of it. It shouldn’t be hard. Neely and Reese were leaving on their honeymoon after the reception that night, and all the Madisons would be going home the next day—Kylie back home to Texas, Bailey to Tennessee, their mother to Illinois and Hallie to…wherever.

How had he learned where home was for the rest of her family, but missed that bit about her?

“I-I’d appreciate it if you don’t say anything to Neely about…”

He fixed a steady gaze on her. “Do I look like the sort of man who would share the details of his sex life with anyone?”

“No,” she murmured.

They reached the back of the sanctuary, then moved down two steps into the foyer. As soon as Del and Kylie joined them, an usher closed the doors, Reese immediately kissed Neely again, and Hallie pulled away. She clasped her hands together and looked everywhere except at him. “I…uh…” An expression of great relief crossed her face when Neely joined them.

“So you two have met,” Neely said, hugging her sister before rising onto her toes to brush a kiss to Brady’s cheek. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” she asked, beaming as she wiped the lipstick from his skin. “But don’t get any ideas, Hallie. I’ve got plans for him and Kylie.”

The warning created a panicked look in Hallie’s eyes as she glanced from Neely to him to her younger sister. Brady wished he could tell her not to worry. Neely might intend to hook him up with Kylie, but he had no intention of letting her set the hook. He wasn’t interested in the baby of the Madison family. He damn sure wasn’t interested in anyone who lived in Texas.

“I’ve been fresh out of ideas of that nature for about six months now,” Hallie said, fooling her sister with her careless manner but not Brady. He wondered what had happened six months ago that had turned her off romantic entanglements and most likely put that stress in her eyes. Obviously, she’d been hurt, and more than likely he’d heard something about it from Neely. Damned if he could remember, though.

“Oh, you’ll get over it,” Neely said, then thoughtlessly added, “You always do. Brady, come on and let me introduce you to Kylie. She is such a doll.”

Brady let her pull him down the hall, where she left him while she went to retrieve Kylie from her conversation with Reese and Jace. “Such a doll” was about as accurate as a description could get. Even her voice had a little-girl quality to it. He wasn’t sure how old she was—probably somewhere between twenty-five and thirty—but she looked about sixteen. There was no way he could even think about doing anything with her without feeling as if he were committing some statutory offense. But he talked to her, and then to Bailey—or, at least, he listened to them. Like Neely, neither of them appeared to be the least bit shy.

And what about Hallie? She was hugging the wall as if she’d rather be anyplace else. Shy? Or uncomfortable because of him? There had been nothing shy about the way she’d approached him in the bar Thursday night. But then, he knew better than most that the way people behaved in bars could be very different from their usual manner. He’d broken up more than his share of bar brawls started by some normally shy woman or unassuming man.

After a few minutes, the usher opened the doors to the sanctuary again. While they’d been waiting in the foyer, the guests had left the church through a side door and moved to the pavilion in the park across the street where the reception would be held. Now the sanctuary was empty for photographs.

It seemed the picture-taking took longer than the ceremony had, but finally they were finished. He was wondering what kind of luck he would have slipping out the door and heading home when Reese clapped him on the back. “Don’t even think about it.”

“About what?” Brady asked, keeping his expression bland.

“Going home. Not before Neely gets a dance with you.”

“The thought never crossed my mind,” Brady lied.

“Yeah, right. I know being social isn’t your favorite thing. You’d rather be home alone watching TV with a pizza and a beer.”

Brady shrugged, then quietly said, “Well, you did it.”

Reese glanced at Neely, coming their way, and smiled a satisfied smile. “Yeah. I did. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be next.”

“No, thanks. Been there, done that.”

And had the scars to prove it.

When Neely had told her they were having their reception outside, Hallie envisioned a setting similar to the parties she’d held back home in Beverly Hills—the pool sparkling in the night, the lush gardens perfuming the air, acres of emerald-green grass and uniformed servers attentive to the guests’ every need.

The scene surrounding her was quite different. They were in a park that was basically one square block with a pavilion in the center. Lights had been strung from tree to tree and around the canopies circling the pavilion, and a band had set up on a stage nearby. The grass was parched from Oklahoma’s typical hot summer with too little rain, and the only servers were keeping the occasional fly away from the cake and the small hands out of the grown-ups’ punch.

But this party had something hers never had—a sense of joy. Real affection and friendship. A warm sense of home.

Her sister had landed herself in the midst of some very nice people. Hallie had gotten introductions to plenty of them after the cake was cut, and she thought she’d kept them pretty straight in her mind. Over the next few weeks she would have a chance to find out.

After taking a bottled water from a tub of ice near the punch table, she found a place to lean against the massive trunk of an oak tree and watched the dancing in the pavilion. A couple of friendly young men had asked her to dance, but she’d politely refused. Kylie and Bailey weren’t refusing any offers. They hadn’t missed one tune in the past half hour. They had each danced once with Brady Marshall, and so had Neely.

When Hallie had peeked around the hallway before the ceremony started and spotted him standing with Reese and his family, she had practically swallowed her tongue. She’d tried to sound casual and merely curious when she’d returned to the classroom they were using for a dressing room and asked Neely about him, but with her face flushed and her voice breathy like Kylie’s, she wasn’t sure she’d pulled it off.

Neely hadn’t told her much—just his name, that he would be the acting sheriff while she and Reese were gone and that he was a good friend. At the time Hallie had thought she was too distracted to say much else. Now she knew her sister had been saving the good stuff for Kylie.

Frankly, Hallie couldn’t see him with Kylie.

Not that she cared. She’d sworn off men for the rest of her life, except for occasional flings. She was never getting serious, never getting married and for darn sure never getting divorced again. She couldn’t survive it. And since love came with no guarantees, she wasn’t giving it another try.

Though it seemed that Neely had gotten her guarantee. The way Reese looked at her—as if she were the most important person in his life, as if he were the luckiest guy in the world to have her—was enough to make Hallie’s heart hurt. Had any man ever looked at her like that? No, not even the three she’d married.

And they’d divorced her. One because she refused to use the drugs he couldn’t live without, one because she was a drag, and Max because she wasn’t young enough. For heaven’s sake, she’d just turned thirty the very day he’d told her that!

She was certainly being a drag tonight. She was happy for Neely, truly she was, but there was a part of her that just wanted to go back to her motel and hide.

“You having a good time, baby?”

The voice was her mother’s, and Hallie had only a moment to paste on a bright smile before facing her. “Yes, Mama, I am. How about you?”

“I couldn’t be happier. Neely finally married.” Doris Irene smiled. “We’ve come to expect weddings from you, but I’d just about given up hope Neely would ever settle down.”

The muscles in Hallie’s jaw clenched. Her mother didn’t mean anything by her remark, just as Neely’s comment at the church—You’ll get over it. You always do—hadn’t been meant to hurt, but that did nothing to ease the ache in her chest. She’d always been the Madison family screwup, the one who could never do anything right. Her family joked about it and treated her failures lightly, and she smiled when they did and played along, but failing again hurt. She’d loved Max Parker with all her heart, and she’d believed he loved her, too…right up to the time she found him celebrating her birthday with the star of his most recent movie. He’d broken her heart, but because he hadn’t been the first—or even the second—her family assumed it was no big deal.

“Well,” she began when she was sure her voice would be steady, “she’s settled now. She and Reese are very happy together.”

“They sure do look it.” Doris Irene grinned slyly. “Maybe you can take some pointers from them.” Then she leaned over and kissed Hallie’s cheek. “I think I’ll go find William and see if I can get him to dance with me. I haven’t kicked up my heels in far too long. See you, baby.”

Though she tried her best not to swear, once her mother was out of sight, Hallie muttered, “Damn, damn, damn.”

“Careful there.” The words were delivered in a low, throaty, lazy drawl from behind her. “Oklahoma’s got a law on the books against swearing in public. I’d hate to have to take you away from Neely and Reese’s party in handcuffs.”

She turned to find Brady Marshall leaning one shoulder against her tree trunk. Like the other groomsmen, he’d changed out of his tuxedo, and he looked even better in his jeans and a black shirt than he had in the bar the other night. When she’d seen him sitting there alone, she’d been speechless for a moment. He was quite possibly the most handsome man she’d ever seen. He stood six-four, was lean and hard-muscled, and everything about him that night, like tonight, had been dark—from his hair and skin to his shirt, jeans and cowboy hat, to the aura surrounding him. He’d been the epitome of tall, dark and handsome…to say nothing of dangerous.

She’d spent ten minutes at the bar, watching him, speculating about him. Why was he there, and why was he alone? Was there a Mrs. Tall, Dark and Handsome, and if so, why did she let him out of the house without her protection? Finally she’d found the courage to take him a bottle of beer, and she’d seen that not everything about him was dark. His eyes were as blue as the clearest spring sky.

He’d looked incapable of smiling, of any tender emotions at all, but later, at the motel, he’d touched her tenderly. He’d made her feel…. She tilted her head to one side, considering that sentence. No, there wasn’t anything missing. That was all she wanted to say. He’d made her feel.

Shaking off the memories, she forced her attention back to his remark. “You’re kidding, right?”

Under the neat black mustache his finely shaped mouth was unsmiling, but there was something she thought might be humor in his voice. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly hate it, but I don’t think seeing me arrest their bridesmaid is exactly the sort of memory Neely and Reese want to take away tonight.”

She made a face. “I meant about the law.”

“No, ma’am, I don’t kid about such things. It’s punishable by thirty days in jail and a fine of up to $500.” After a moment, he gestured toward the dance floor. “Why aren’t you out there with your sisters?”

“I’d rather enjoy it from back here.”

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying it much.”

Drat him. Her sisters and her mother hadn’t noticed that she was putting on an act. How had this man who didn’t know her at all guessed it? But rather than try to find a response, she turned the subject back on him. “Why aren’t you out there?”

“I ran out of Madison sisters to dance with.”

She lowered her gaze to hide the fact that she would enjoy dancing with him. She already knew, both from watching him with her sisters and from the hours she’d spent with him, that his movements were graceful, sensual and powerfully controlled. She would very much like to feel his arms around her one more time, to let the heat radiating from his body warm her, to close her eyes and breathe deeply of his purely male scent and sway slowly in time to the music.

Sure, and when the dance was over and he walked away from her, what would she want then? How would she feel?

She was tired of men walking away from her, tired of never being enough for them.

“I take it you’re not fond of weddings,” Brady remarked.

“Or too fond of them, according to my family.”

“They’ve come to expect weddings from you?”

Realizing he’d overheard her conversation with her mother, she managed a quavery, embarrassed smile. “We weren’t properly introduced, were we?” She stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Hallie Madison, Neely’s younger sister and three-time loser at the game of marriage.”

She’d meant it as a bad joke, but before she could withdraw her hand, he’d taken it, enveloping it in his. His hands had fascinated her Thursday night—large, powerful, his fingers long and narrow, capable of calming a small child, controlling a grown man or arousing a needy woman. She had wondered if his palms were callused, his caresses rough, and decided they were, then he’d proved it in her room. His touch had been enough to make a lonely woman weep.

“Three times, huh?” he murmured, still holding her hand.

“At least you kept trying. I gave up after the first one.”

A flicker of something shadowed his eyes after he’d spoken. Surprise? Uneasiness? Did he know he’d told her more than the simple fact that he’d been married and divorced—that now she knew he must have been brokenhearted over the end of his marriage? With the shortage of marriageable men, it was a fact of life that men as handsome as he, as amazingly sexy as he, didn’t remain single long, not unless the scars from their failed relationships ran too deep to heal.

“You learned from your mistake. I didn’t.” Though she would be perfectly content to stand there all night with her hand in his, she caught the looks that said people were starting to notice. Gently she tugged, and after a moment’s hesitation, he let go. “What did you think of Kylie?”

“Truthfully?” He waited for her nod before he went on.

“She’s not my type.”

“Nope, sorry, wrong answer. If Neely thinks you two are right for each other, then you are. She’s never wrong.”

Ignoring her disagreement, he pushed away from the tree. “Come and dance with me.”

A shiver skittered through Hallie, making her face warm, her palms damp and her hands unsteady. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“I think it’s an excellent idea.” He pulled the bottle of water from her hand and set it on a nearby table, then clasped her hand in his and started for the pavilion.

The music was slow and romantic, and the lights cast flickering shadows back and forth as they swayed in the breeze. For one fearful moment, she wished she could break free and run off into the night. He was too tempting. She was too emotionally fragile. Neely honestly wasn’t ever wrong.

But, as if he sensed her skittishness, he held her hand tightly as he led the way to the middle of the dance floor. There he stopped and pulled her slowly into his arms, closer than was proper, practically as close as they’d been Thursday night.

It was an incredible place to be.

Hallie held back as much as she could. Occasionally she made eye contact with one sister or another, and once Doris Irene and her husband, William, waltzed past, and Hallie was convinced they were all wondering what Brady was doing with her instead of Kylie. When she caught a glimpse of Neely and Reese both watching them, she lowered her gaze to the center of Brady’s chest and wished once again that she was someplace else.

“Relax,” he murmured in her ear. “Surely you’re used to people looking at you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re a beautiful woman, and people tend to look at beautiful women.”

Tilting her head back, Hallie met his gaze. “Okay, I get it. Your job tonight—besides acting as a groomsman—is keeping the newly divorced bridesmaid from ruining everyone’s fun with her mood, right?”

He gazed down at her a long time. His blue eyes revealed nothing, but she had the sense that her words offended or irritated him. When he spoke, though, his tone was no different than before. “Trust me, I would be the last person in the county anyone would choose to entertain, flatter or even talk to anyone else.”

“And why is that?”

While he considered an answer, the music ended and so did the dance. He didn’t release her right away, but held her and looked at her and made her feel incredibly warm and tingly, until finally Del Barnett’s voice quieted the crowd.

“Reese wanted to sneak out of here, but Neely says she’s got three single sisters and she’s not going without throwing her bouquet. So all you unmarried ladies gather around up here, and all you single men be prepared to run.”

It seemed to Hallie that everyone was moving someplace except her and Brady. He was still just looking at her, and darned if she couldn’t pull her gaze away from his.

Abruptly he let her go. “Go on.”

“I’m not single.”

“You’re not married.”

“No, I’m divorced. There’s a difference.”

“Not enough to count. Go on, or your sisters will create a scene.”

Already she was dimly aware of Kylie and Bailey calling her name in unison. She looked at Brady, and he looked away, breaking the spell that held her. Without a word, she walked away and joined the group of women on the grass.

With her back to them, Neely gave the flowers a great toss, and they tumbled, stem over bloom, through the air straight at Hallie. She didn’t raise her hands, didn’t move, didn’t do a thing. When Kylie reached across and grabbed them before they hit the ground, Hallie looked back to where she’d left Brady.

He was gone.

He was a cold-hearted bastard.

Brady stood in the shadow of a clump of trees where no light could reach and watched as Neely and Reese said goodbye to their families. Neely hugged her mother, then her sisters, starting with Bailey and ending with Hallie. She was the only blonde in a family of brunettes, but it was more than her hair color that set her apart. She was lonely. Wounded.

And he wanted to take advantage of that.

Farewells said, Neely and Reese got into the waiting limousine, and the driver slowly pulled away. They were spending the night in Tulsa, then catching an early flight to the Caribbean. There they would be taken by boat to an isolated island where one of Reese’s friends from his pro baseball days was letting them use his beachfront estate. They weren’t planning to come back for three weeks—unless she decided just to stay forever, Neely had threatened.

As the limo disappeared from sight, the wedding guests began heading back to their dancing, visiting and celebrating. Hallie talked to her sisters for a few minutes and got hugs from both of them. Kylie tried to give her the bridal bouquet—probably with a joke about Hallie’s multiple marriages. Her family didn’t appear to have a clue how three divorces had affected her.

After refusing the flowers, Hallie left her sisters and headed toward the church. She passed within ten feet of where he stood, so close he could smell her fragrance on the warm night air. She spoke politely to guests going the other way, then crossed the street to her car, a flashy little blue convertible.

He waited until she’d driven away to move out of the shadows. His truck was parked down the block and around the corner, but he didn’t hurry. There was only one main road from Heartbreak to Buffalo Plains, and he knew where she was staying.

Plus, he needed time to talk himself out of what he wanted.

He was almost at his truck when a voice called, “Hey, Brady.”

He knew before he turned it was Jace Barnett. He was a couple of years older than Brady, Reese’s cousin and a detective with the Kansas City Police Department, and after Reese and Neely, he was the closest thing to a friend Brady had. “Jace.”

“You heading off this early? You know a few dozen of these folks will be here until the early hours of the morning—including me.”

“I’m not much on parties.”

“Reese says you’ll be acting sheriff while he’s gone.”

“Yeah.” He’d never officially held the position—Reese wasn’t in the habit of taking vacations—but he’d been in charge every other weekend for the past two years. He could handle it for three weeks. It wasn’t as if Canyon County was likely to develop a rash of crimes the minute the sheriff left the state.

“Watch out,” Jace said good-naturedly as Brady reached his truck. “Don’t let the paperwork get to you.”

Something had already gotten to him, Brady thought as he climbed in, and it wasn’t work. He waved goodbye to Jace, then headed for Main Street.

It took five miles, and passing a half dozen cars, to catch up to the convertible with California tags. He got only close enough to be sure it was Hallie’s car, then dropped back a fair distance.

He wasn’t going to follow her to the motel, and there were a dozen reasons or more why. She was his boss’s sister-in-law, and anyone knew you didn’t mess with a man’s family. He’d be better off home alone. She’d been hurt before. He would just be using her, and she’d been used enough.

When they reached the Buffalo Plains town limits, she headed into downtown, where a right turn would take her to her motel on the east side of town. After a moment’s hesitation, he took the first right, onto Cedar Street, and drove the block and a half to his house.

Until two weeks ago, he’d spent his entire six years in Buffalo Plains in a six-hundred-square-foot apartment on the west end of town and had been satisfied there—satisfaction being relative, of course. Then one day while on patrol, he’d seen an old man hammering a For Sale sign in the yard that fronted a small neat house. He’d stopped to ask him about it and had driven away a half hour later with the keys in his pocket and a sales contract pending.