Kidnapping His Bride (Silhouette Romance) Read online

  Afterward, she’d ended up without a real family in foster homes for almost a year, before she’d remembered where her grandmother, whom her mother had hardly ever talked about, lived. Sadie had come for her as soon as she was called, and Tessa had made every effort to put her former life out of her mind.

  “I really thought I’d forgotten all of it, but the memories seem to pop up when I’m upset.”

  “Or when Griff comes to town, you mean.”

  “I suppose so.” Tessa willed away the sad heart she always got when she thought about the distant past. “Anyway, he knows I want to be married and have children. As soon as he figures out the e-mailer was wrong and Clay and I will be perfectly happy together, he’s going to leave.”

  “You think so, huh?” Sadie pulled into their driveway.

  “Why wouldn’t he?” Tessa asked.

  “Maybe the boy has figured out what your father never did,” Sadie said as she proceeded slowly up the two hundred slightly rutted feet to their home. “That the grass doesn’t get any greener than right here in Claiborne Landing.”

  “He can’t stay here, Grandma,” Tessa said, her stomach doing funny flip-flops at the very thought. “It would ruin everything.”

  “Then you’ll do what you’ll have to to make sure he has no reason to stay, won’t you? Hard as that might be.”

  And it would be. As long as Tessa could remember, she’d dreamed of having a husband who doted on her and her children. When she’d met Griff, she’d thought he would be that man—right up to the point where his dream had become more important than hers and she’d broken it off with him, because she didn’t want to ruin his life the way her father had ruined her mother’s by his extreme need.

  Sadie had been wonderful, of course, but Tessa had this dream of being part of the perfect family, and once she’d realized that the dream would never come true for her as a child, she’d changed to wanting to create it as a mother. With all her heart. If she married Clay, she would have Jeb—and, after all that had happened, that would be her dream come true.

  The trouble was, while Griff was in another state, she could easily tell herself she didn’t love him anymore until she was blue in the face. But now that he would be so close to her that she could reach out and touch him anytime she wanted, well, she was a little afraid that the electricity that still sparked in the air between them might become a higher voltage than she could handle.

  She would just have to, that was all. Jeb needed her as his mother, and that was that. No one at all could be allowed to stop the wedding, not even Griff.

  Not for any reason.

  She wondered, worriedly, just how clear Clay was making all of this to his long lost brother, whom she definitely didn’t love.

  Or at least that’s what she tried to tell herself.

  Chapter Three

  Jeb came running out of his bedroom to where Griff was sitting on Clay’s couch, with tousled hair and a grin a mile wide, fully changed from ring bearer back to normal kid.

  “Dad said I could stay with you or with Grandma, since he’s going to work,” Jeb told him. The three of them had come to Clay’s house, a couple of miles from Casey’s Kitchen, in the too quiet village of Athens. Too quiet at least from Griff’s viewpoint. He never understood why Clay seemed to like it just fine—in his eyes, they’d locked up excitement a long time ago and thrown away the key.

  “He did? So which one did you choose?”

  “Here, with you. We can talk about going fishing tomorrow!”

  “Yeah, just don’t wear him out,” Clay said, joining them after having changed into his deputy’s uniform of a tan pullover and slacks. “He’s going to be driving back to North Carolina soon.”

  “That was subtle,” Griff said, with a friendly grin to keep Jeb from sensing the underlying tension that had been between them ever since Clay had entered Casey’s Kitchen, whether Tessa had noticed it or not.

  Clay didn’t respond, but since Jeb was staring back and forth between them with a puzzled look on his face, Griff decided to lighten up.

  “Thanks for letting me stay here,” he added.

  Clay shrugged. “Yeah, well, when I saw you and the folks together at Casey’s, I figured it might be easier on all concerned if you didn’t have to stay at the farm. You were kind of stiff with each other.”

  “I should have come home more often.”

  “Yeah, you shoulda,” Jeb broke in, gazing up at him with something close to hero worship. “I missed you.”

  “I’m surprised you remember me at all.” Griff ruffled the child’s black hair and smiled back. “I brought you something.” Lifting the suitcase by his feet onto the couch cushions, he unzipped it, took out a model of a C-130 Transport he’d bought at the base, and handed it to Jeb.

  “Thanks, Uncle Griff!” If Jeb had sensed the tension in the room, the plane did the trick. He started making engine noises as he “flew” it around the living room. Clay left them for the kitchen and returned in seconds holding a beer and a soda. Standing in the doorway between the rooms, he regarded them both without any expression on his face, still angry, Griff figured, at what he’d pulled earlier.

  “Look, Dad! I’m a pilot!”

  Griff held back a smile, but a grimace flashed across Clay’s face. “Better fly crop dusters in-state, then, son. If you travel all over the world like your uncle Griff, you’ll break Tessa’s heart. She’s still going to become your stepmama, you know.”

  “I’ll bring her with me!” Jeb said, filled with enthusiasm for his new career.

  Griff and Clay shared a look. “Some women aren’t movable, Jeb,” Griff said, ignoring the jab to his heart Jeb’s words had innocently caused. “Take it from me.”

  Clay finally moved forward and handed Griff the beer, and opened the cola for himself. “Why don’t you go show your jet to the twins?” he suggested to Jeb.

  “Okay.” Jeb hurried over to Griff. “I’m just going across the street. Will you be here when I get back?”

  “I’m going to stay with you while your dad works tonight, remember? So I’ll be here at least overnight,” Griff promised. Out of the corner of his gaze, he saw Clay’s face darken. Good thing Jeb’s attention was totally on him.

  “Oh, yeah. When I get back, I’ll show you all my favorite trucks, and my rock collection, and—” Jeb leaned close to whisper in Griff’s ear “—the frog I have in my room that Dad doesn’t know about.”

  “That’s a plan,” he said solemnly. Maybe he’d put the frog in Clay’s bed tonight, remind his brother what fun was. Watching Jeb hurrying through the front door and letting the screen door bang shut behind him, Griff finally let himself grin again. The kid was irresistible. He did regret not coming more often to visit him, but visits with Clay, his wife and Jeb had always reminded him of what he could have had with Tessa—a family of his own by now, if she’d been the movable kind.

  “What’s with you, Griff?” Clay asked, a steely edge to his voice Griff hadn’t ever heard before. “First you try to steal my bride, now my kid? He’s taken to you like burrs to socks.”

  “Can Tessa be stolen that easily?” Griff remembered Clay’s words in the restaurant about “stealing” Tessa away, right before he’d decided not to argue there. Looked like they were finally going to get into it. “If she can, maybe you two ought not to be getting married.”

  Clay gave him a dark look, then turned away to pace to the window and back again. “She’s going to marry me as soon as you leave,” he said, his voice gruff, “so you’d probably be better off just visiting for a bit, then going, and saving her—” Abruptly he stopped himself from saying more by taking a swig from his can.

  “Saving her what?” Griff asked.

  “Nothing. It’s just,” Clay continued, “that Tessa is over you. She wants to get on with her life. I’d hate to see her upset because you’re back here. Any more upset than you’ve already made her, anyway.”

  “But you two shouldn’t be getting married. Yo
u don’t love each other—”

  “Did I say that?” Clay interrupted, his face tightening just like it used to when they were kids before he would sock Griff in the gut over something. “Did she?”

  “Neither of you will say you do,” Griff pointed out, tensing up, “which makes me suspicious.”

  “Neither of us has to say it, because our getting married is none of your business, Griff.”

  “Someone must think it is, or they wouldn’t have sent me the e-mail.”

  Clay finally sank down in the chair across from the sofa, having said a lot more than Griff remembered him ever saying at one time. He figured it must finally be his turn to talk.

  “You two will make each other miserable if you aren’t in love. Hell, Janie was in love with me, and I still made her miserable because I wasn’t in love—”

  “I told you,” Clay said, rising, “I’m not discussing this with you.”

  “I’m only thinking of Tessa’s best interests—”

  “Too damned late for that, don’t you think?”

  “It won’t be too late until you have a ring on her finger.” Griff rose, too, glaring back.

  “I told you, this is none of your damned—”

  “You two stop that, and right now!”

  Griff’s eyes flew to the screen door, through which Tessa was entering, and, not wanting to have her see how much physical energy he was putting into fighting to keep her single, he willed himself to calm down. She had changed into jeans and a delicate pink T-shirt with those thin, spaghetti straps for sleeves, and brushed her hair out so that it fell in loose, crinkly waves over her shoulders. She was a slightly older version of the teenage Tessa he’d left behind, and Griff had never wanted her more.

  He quickly shoved his desire back down, knowing full well that he still couldn’t give her the happiness she wanted. But an aching emptiness remained in his chest, the same feeling he got every time he came back to Claiborne Landing and saw Tessa. Or maybe he lived with it, and kept himself so busy he never had time to think about it. He wasn’t sure anymore.

  She stood there, frowning at them both. “Tell me you aren’t fighting with Jeb in the house.”

  “He’s across the street with his friends,” Clay said.

  “Good.” She put her hands on her hips, and Griff forced himself to pay attention to what she was saying instead of how great she looked. “I came over to tell you two your mom and dad called me. Since we’re not getting married, Clay, they’re changing the wedding celebration they were going to have for us next Saturday to a community get-together in Griff’s honor.”

  “I don’t need a get-together,” Griff said. He just wanted to get the marriage called off and get out of town.

  “They’re your parents,” Tessa said, her eyes turning into sapphire steel. He found himself shifting uncomfortably under her critical stare, and feeling mighty guilty.

  “I told them I would come and see what your plans were about sticking around this time—” she paused to let her point sink in “—and then get back to them.”

  “He’s leaving tomorrow,” Clay said.

  “You are?” Tessa’s eyes widened in surprise.

  Griff could have sworn he saw disappointment brush across her face. But before he could answer her, she nodded and said resolutely, “That’s for the best.”

  Griff wasn’t so sure. Tessa had hesitated, but Clay had practically pushed him out the door. He felt as if something was going on behind the scenes here, and that he wasn’t even brushing the surface of it—just like the rest of the e-mail, the part he hadn’t told Tessa about, had said. It had given the particulars, then ended with:

  Clay and Tessa might be getting married…but what’s between them isn’t love.

  So what the hell did that mean—“what’s between them”? What could be between them? And what in the world would it have to do with him? Even if he couldn’t stop them from getting married, which he still very much hoped to do to save them from unhappiness—and poor Jeb, come to think of it, from being stuck in the middle of it—Griff figured he had to stick around to find out what was drawing these two together. If he didn’t, whatever it was they were hiding was going to haunt him. Especially if they ended up miserable, like he was.

  Had been, he corrected swiftly.

  He would ask them outright what the other part of the e-mail had meant, but Clay was glaring at him, and he figured any more probing might just land him in jail so he’d be out of their hair. He wouldn’t put anything past his brother in this mood.

  “So I’ll tell your parents that Griff won’t be able to make it.” Tessa turned to go.

  “Not so fast,” Griff told her. She stopped where she was and faced them again, confusion on her delicate features. “I never said when I was leaving—Clay did. I was thinking about sticking around a while. I’ll let Mom and Dad know soon.”

  As clearly as Griff had read sorrow on Tessa’s face the day he’d left for the Academy, he saw a sadness in her eyes that came and went, as he had in her life on his scarce visits home. Something wasn’t right with her. He glanced at his brother and saw that his intense gaze was on Tessa, too, his eyebrows slanted with only concern. So whatever was between them that was drawing them together, it wasn’t love.

  The e-mailer had been right.

  He ought to say to hell with it, get in his truck and drive home. Leave them alone to their future. They were adults. Maybe they would just have to learn their lesson about marriage the same way he had. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was wrong was his business.

  And, so help him, he wanted to kiss her. Just once more. Find out the fantasy he remembered wasn’t the reality and get her out of his system. Then maybe he could leave.

  “I have to go.”

  Just as suddenly as she’d come, Tessa was gone. Clay caught the screen door before it banged a second time as he hurried after her, and Griff was left staring through the screen at them both.

  He was probably stupid, but he was going to stay until he found out what was really going on here. Not, he told himself definitively, on account of Tessa. He might still be attracted to her, but there was no way the two of them could ever make it together. She’d shown no signs of wanting to leave with him, and he—well, he wasn’t so sure he was cut out for love anymore.

  Tessa had one wild thought, when she heard the screen door squeak open for a second time, that Griff had actually followed her out to her car. Once she reached it, she turned, slowly, her arms folding over her pounding heart, steeling herself against whatever he was going to say.

  But it was Clay. Her arms falling down by her sides, her chest heaving—she told herself with relief—she relaxed her shoulders.

  “You shouldn’t have run away like that,” he said, leaning close so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Griff had a look like he knew something was up between us.”

  “Something is up between us,” she reminded him softly. “But what are we going to do about Griff? He can’t stay. If whoever e-mailed him has found out why we’re getting married, he or she might get to him and tell him.”

  “Remember I said I might have an idea to get him to leave? I had a chance to think it through.”

  “And?”

  “What does Griff hate more than anything else?”

  It took only seconds for Tessa to think of the answer. “Being tied down here.”

  “So what if we tried to do just that?”

  “But he is staying.”

  “Of his own free will. What if I gave him the impression he had to stay? Tied him down?”

  “He’d hate it.” That had been the reason he’d left to begin with, Tessa knew. He was looking ahead and saw nothing but a life filled with the same old work and life he’d always known, and it had held no appeal. He hadn’t given any indication it did now. He’d run, just like he’d run when he was eighteen.

  “I think it will work,” she said, nodding slowly.

  “Only one problem.”
r />   Her gaze flew up to his.

  “You’ll have to tell him, and make him feel obligated. He just saw full well I want him to leave.”

  She could see his point, but that could well give Griff the wrong impression. Make him think she was having doubts. Caught, Tessa stared up at the large, two-story house that had been her best friend Lindy’s pride and joy, but now had a closed-up look. Clay never bothered to open the curtains even. It was no way for Jeb to live. She wanted to put some light back into the child’s life, and to do that, she needed to get married to Clay. And to do that, she needed to get Griff gone.

  This was a horrible situation. At one time, she wanted nothing more than for Griff to stay, and now she was going to go in there and set him up so he would leave.

  But it was the right thing to do, and both she and Clay knew it. For Jeb’s sake.

  “Just tell me what you have in mind.”

  Griff was pacing the living room, catching glimpses of Tessa and his brother almost cheek to cheek through the screen door. Jealousy was eating at him, but he knew he had no right. He paced away, telling himself not to look. Then he paced back and looked anyway. The two of them were discussing something outside, their faces solemn. By the time Griff got back by the door, Clay was striding toward his truck and getting in.

  Griff stopped pacing. He’d already agreed to watch Jeb that evening, so Clay’s leaving didn’t bother him. However, Tessa was striding toward the front door, her face filled with determination, and that gave him pause.

  This, he thought, opening the screen door for her, should be interesting.

  Once on the porch, she glanced inside, then shook her head as she indicated the swing. “Please sit. I have something to ask you.”

  “You can ask, but I’m not leaving.”

  “So you said. That’s not what I wanted to ask you.”