LITMIR.BIZ

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his way before pulling out of the familiar parking lot onto the road. “What’s your problem now?” she asked with a note of snarky impatience.

      “Who said I had a problem?” Austin retorted.

      In the backseat, Shep gave a little whine, as if to intercede.

      “It’s hopeless,” Paige said.

      “What?”

      “Trying to get along with you, that’s what.”

      “Excuse me, but it seems to me that you’re not trying all that hard,” Austin pointed out. Reasonably, he thought.

      “What you mean is,” Paige replied heatedly, “that I’m not bending over backward to make you happy!”

      Austin began to laugh. He snorted first, then howled.

      Paige kept driving, but she was moving at the breakneck speed of a golf cart in first gear.

      “What,” she demanded, “is so freaking funny?”

      In the next instant, with a visible impact, Paige realized for herself what was so freaking funny. Her bending over—in any direction—was guaranteed to make him happy, and he could recall a few times when she’d had a pretty good time in that position, too.

      The best part was, he didn’t have to say any of that.

      She wrenched the car over to the side of the highway, shifted into Park, and flipped on the hazard lights.

      Paige sort of pivoted in the seat then, and he watched as a tremor of anger—and possibly passion—moved through that compact, curvy little body of hers and then made the leap across the console and turned him instantly, obviously hard.

      “Maybe,” he said, “we ought to just have sex and get it over with.”

      She simply stared at him.

      Mentally, Austin pulled his foot out of his mouth. Shoved a hand through his hair and wished his hard-on weren’t pressing itself into the ridges of his zipper—he’d have a scar, if this kept up.

      “Let me rephrase that,” he said.

      Paige blinked.

      Time stretched.

      Cars passed, the drivers tooting the horns to say howdy.

      Polar ice caps melted.

      New species developed, reached the pinnacle of evolution and became extinct.

      “I’m waiting,” Paige said finally. A little lilt of fury threaded its way through her tone.

      “For what?”

      “For you to ‘rephrase’ that ridiculous statement you just made. ‘Maybe we ought to just have sex and get it over with,’ I think it was.” She adjusted her sunglasses, smoothed the thighs of her jeans, as she might have done with a skirt. “It’s hard to imagine how, Austin, but I’m sure you can make things even worse if you try.”

      It wasn’t as if he had to try, he thought bleakly. When it came to Paige Remington, he could make things worse without even opening his mouth.

      “It was just a thought,” he said, disgruntled. “There’s no need to overreact.”

      “Overreact.” Paige huffed out the word, made a big show of facing forward again. With prim indignation, she resettled herself, switched off the blinkers and leaned to consult the rearview mirror before pulling back out onto the highway. “You are such a jerk,” she told him.

      Austin couldn’t think of a damn thing to say in reply to that—nothing that wouldn’t get him in deeper, anyhow.

      “I can’t believe you said that,” Paige marveled.

      Austin’s response was part growl, part groan. He’d forgotten just how impossible this woman could be when she got her tail into a twist about something—or how little it took to piss her off.

      Shep whined again.

      “You’re scaring the dog,” Paige said.

      “I’m scaring the dog?” Austin shot back, keeping his voice low. “You started this, Paige, by calling me a jerk!”

      “You are a jerk,” Paige replied, raising her chin, her spine stiff as a ramrod, her face turned straight ahead. “And you started this by saying—by saying what you said.”

      He couldn’t resist, even though he knew he should. “That we ought to have sex and get it over with, you mean?”

      She glared at him. Even through the lenses of her sunglasses, he felt her eyes burning into his hide.

      He grinned at her. “Well,” he drawled, “now that you bring it up, maybe a roll in the hay wouldn’t be such a bad idea. We could get it out of our systems, put the whole thing behind us, get on with our lives.”

      Her neck went crimson, and she just sat there, her back rigid, her knuckles white from her grip on the wheel. “Oh, that’s a fine idea, Austin. Just what I would have expected from you!”

      “You have a better one?”

      She said nothing.

      “I didn’t think so,” Austin said smugly.

      * * *

      AUSTIN HAD BEEN baiting her, Paige knew that.

      But knowing hadn’t kept her from taking the hook.

       Get it out of our systems.

       Put the whole thing behind us, get on with our lives.

      Indeed.

      Standing at the counter in Julie and Garrett’s kitchen, upstairs at the Silver Spur ranch house, Paige whacked hard at the green onions she was chopping for the salad. Julie reached out, stopped her by grasping her wrist.

      “Whoa,” she said. “If you’re not careful, you’ll chop off a finger.”

      Libby, standing nearby and busy pouring white wine into three elegant glasses, grinned knowingly at her two younger sisters.

      All three of the McKettrick men were outside, in the small, private courtyard at the bottom of a flight of stucco steps, barbecuing steaks and hamburgers. Calvin, Tate’s twin daughters and the pack of dogs were with them.

      “You know, Paige,” Libby observed, handing her a glass, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you and Austin were—back on, or something.”

      Julie’s eyes twinkled as she accepted a wineglass for herself and took a sip. “Or something,” she murmured after swallowing.

      “Stop it, both of you,” Paige protested. “Austin and I are not ‘back on.’ The man infuriates me.”

      Libby smiled, resting a hip against the side of the counter, but said nothing. The firstborn daughter in the Remington family, Libby had light brown hair and expressive blue eyes. She and Tate were crazy about each other, and they would have beautiful children together.

      “Why?” Julie asked. The second sister, a year younger than Libby and a year older than Paige, Julie had chameleon eyes. They seemed a fierce shade of bluish green at the moment, though the color changed with what she was wearing and often looked hazel, and her coppery hair fell naturally into wonderful, spiraling curls past her shoulders.

      “Why?” Paige echoed, stalling.

      “Why does Austin infuriate you?” Julie wanted to know.

      “Because he’s so—sure of himself,” Paige said. There were probably a million reasons, but that was the first to come to mind.

      Libby raised both eyebrows. “This is a bad thing?” she asked.

      Paige wanted her sisters to understand. Take her side. If

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