Buckhorn Brothers: Casey Part 9

Oh, she could imagine that husky voice seducing any number of women. That is, if they needed to be seduced. She'd be willing to bet the women had been chasing Casey most diligently. "It'll take me a little time to get ready. I haven't even showered yet."

His gaze warmed, then moved over her with slow deliberation. "Take your time. While you do that, I'll come in and give Gabe a call. We can grab a bite to eat on the way to the hospital. How's that sound?"

B.B. scratched at the door, indicating he'd had enough of idle conversation. He wasn't much of a morning creature either. "All right." She opened the door and watched B.B. head straight for the bed. With one agile leap he hit the mattress, circled once, twice, then dropped with a doggy sigh, his nose tucked close to his tail.

As she entered, she realized just how small and crowded the room was. The second Casey stepped in and closed the door behind him, it became even smaller. Emma laced her fingers together. "Promise me that if Gabe has other plans, you won't push him. I'm sure I could figure something else out."

"Absolutely."

She wasn't sure if she believed him or not. Resigned, she went to the connecting door and tapped on it, then stuck her head inside. Damon was on his stomach, his face turned toward her, snoring. Ignoring Casey for the moment, she crept in and touched Damon's bare shoulder.

Immediately his eyes opened, but otherwise he didn't move. "Hey, doll," he said in a rumbling, still half-asleep voice.

"You awake enough to catch an explanation?"

"Depends." He stretched, then pushed up to his elbows. "Is Romeo gone?"

From his hovering position in the doorway, Casey said, "If you mean me, no."

Damon dropped his head forward. "Persistent, isn't he?"

Casey showed his teeth in a false smile. "Afraid so."

"All right. I'm awake." Damon pushed into a sitting position on the side of the bed and ran his hand through his hair. "What's up?"

"The garage is closed on weekends. Casey's uncle is a handyman and we're going to see if he'll fix the car while I go to the hospital."

"Wait." Damon held up a hand, got sidetracked by a huge yawn, then eyed her. "You're saying you'll let someone else touch your car?"

"I know Gabe, or at least his reputation with cars. He's good."

"Yeah, yeah. I remember the stories. All the holy men of Buckhorn-"

Emma felt like throttling him, especially when she heard Casey chuckle rather than take offense. Through her teeth, she said, "You can either sleep in-"

"Nope, I'm awake now."

"-join us-"

He laughed and spared a glance for Casey. "Does he get a vote on that one?"

"-or go exploring."

"So many options. Let's see." He slapped his knees. "I choose C. That is, unless you want me to go to the hospital with you." His voice dropped and he caught her hand. "How do you feel about seeing your dad? You okay?"

Emma glanced at Casey and found him listening intently. Though her stomach was in knots at the idea of facing her father after so many years, she mustered a smile to relieve both men of worry. "I'll be fine, really."

"It's been a long time, doll."

"Exactly. Past time I visited."

Damon didn't look convinced, but he knew her well enough to let it go. "What about B.B.?"

"He'll be happy to sleep until I get back. Then I'm going to take him boating with me."

"Boating?"

Without turning to face Casey, Emma flapped a hand toward him. "He, uh, he has a boat."

"Of course he does."

Casey spoke up, his tone dry. "We have several boats, actually. A speedboat for skiing, a pontoon, couple of fishing boats. The biggest recreational draw for Buckhorn is the three-hundred-and-five-acre water reservoir.

"A man-made lake?"

"Exactly. Around here, everyone considers a boat as important as a car."

Emma cleared her throat and tried to sound enthusiastic. "I thought you might like to go along, Damon."

"Not I, thank you. I can already hear the awkward squeaking of that third wheel."

By his very silence, Casey agreed, but Emma rushed to convince him otherwise. "You wouldn't be a third wheel! And I'd love to show you the lake, Damon. It's beautiful and so peaceful. You could see some of the vacation homes built along there."

"I remember everything you've told me about it." He yawned again, stood, and scratched his belly. "How about we go check it out after the car is fixed and you've had a chance to visit and get reacquainted? Maybe in a day or two?"

"Are you sure?"

"Most positive." Damon strolled to his open suitcase resting on the dresser. He pulled out chinos, a black polo shirt and clean boxers. "I'm heading to the shower. I'll be ready in half an hour."

The second the bathroom door closed, Casey walked over to Emma and took her arm. "Why don't you go ahead and get ready too while I call Gabe? You don't want to miss the doctor at the hospital."

The town's small hospital, Buckhorn Memorial, was efficient and well run, but it wasn't equipped for anything life or death. She'd been rea.s.sured when she found out her father was staying there, rather than at one of the larger neighboring hospitals in the next city. It told her that a full recovery was expected.

Still, the idea of seeing him left her nervous, anxious and wary. She'd spoken to him regularly over the years, but because of how they'd parted, the mutual ruse they'd pulled off, their conversations always felt superficial. Despite everything, despite how she'd left him a how he'd helped her to leave a Emma knew he loved her.

Just not enough.

"All right." Putting off going wouldn't make it easier. She'd made her decision and now she'd follow through "I won't be long."

Casey watched her as she riffled through her suitcase to locate a sundress, panties and sandals. The dress, a fitted chambray sheath with embroidered scallop edging, was casual and cool enough for the summer sun, but also dressy enough for the hospital. It always packed well, but the white cotton blouse she'd brought along as a jacket was wrinkled. Hopefully the steam from her shower would help. As she headed for the bathroom, Casey stretched out on the bed with B.B., propping his back on the headboard and reaching for the only phone, situated on the nightstand.

Emma's mouth went dry, not only because he was in her bed, where she'd slept, and he looked right at home there. But because B.B. rolled to his back and waited for Casey to scratch his chest a and Casey did, as if they'd been longtime friends. B.B. was always polite unless provoked, but he didn't warm up to strangers easily. Yet he already treated Casey like a pal.

Emma sighed and went on into the bathroom before she did something stupid, like join Casey on the bed. She felt melancholy, and with good reason. Like her, it seemed her dog had a fondness for Buckhorn's golden son. Well, they'd both just have to get over it, because once her business was finished in Buckhorn, Emma fully intended to return to her old life, the life where she'd found contentment.

Her life a without Casey Hudson.

OF COURSE, Gabe agreed to help out, just as Casey had known he would. He hadn't yet told his uncle who he was helping, just a lady friend. Casey wondered if Gabe would recognize Emma. The others had known her better. His father because of Emma's trip to their house. His Uncle Morgan because, as sheriff, he'd had occasion to check up on Emma for skipping school and breaking curfew. And his Uncle Jordan would probably recall her from the hospital, the night Georgia's mother had taken ill and he and Emma had dropped in to help out. Granted, Jordan had been mightily distracted with Georgia and her two children. Casey was convinced that Jordan had fallen in love with Georgia that night. But he'd surely at least noticed Emma.

His youngest uncle, Gabe, had only met her a few times, interspersed with all the other girls that Casey had dated. Casey didn't want any of his relatives looking at him with speculation, wondering about his feelings. It was better that Gabe be the only one to know about Emma. At least for now.

Still idly rubbing the dog's neck, Casey listened as B.B.'s breathing drifted into a doggy snore. He grinned. B.B. was a beautiful, well-groomed, healthy animal, testament to the care Emma had given him. He obviously had a regular sleeping spot in the bed, too.

Lucky dog.

Casey wouldn't have minded a little of Emma's care directed his way, yet she seemed determined to keep their involvement platonic. He'd have her alone this afternoon and he'd begin working on her.

Knowing Gabe would be there soon, Casey got up to stroll the room, peeking out the window to the parking lot every so often. As he paced, he noted Emma's open suitcase, stuffed mostly with casual clothes. He also saw her bra on the only chair in the room, strung over the arm. He stopped to stare, impressed with her feminine choice.

He absolutely loved lingerie, the s.e.xier the better. The discarded bra, likely removed the night before, appealed in a big way. Made of ice-blue transparent lace, it looked sheer, but had an underwire. The reason she would require an underwire tormented his libido with visions of her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s free, or held only by his hands. Casey picked up the bra, rubbing the delicate material between his fingers.

"That surely has to be illegal."

Disgusted at being caught, Casey dropped the bra and turned to face Damon Devaughn. "What's that?"

"Molesting a woman's clothing." Devaughn lazily moved into the room, propped his hip on the dresser and crossed his ankles. He wore pressed tan chinos, a black designer polo and casual loafers. "Does Emma know that you have these kinky tendencies?"

Casey narrowed his eyes. Around Emma, Damon acted casual but proprietary, intimate yet not s.e.xual. Casey couldn't quite figure him out. Then he decided what the h.e.l.l? and just blurted out his biggest question. "Are you gay?"

Damon blinked at him and a smile twitched on his mouth. Somewhat demure, he said, "Why do you ask?"

Stumped as to how to reply, Casey scowled. "It seemed pertinent to the situation."

"Ah, let me guess. It's my fashion sense, isn't it?" He smoothed his hands over his shirt. "No? My neatly trimmed hair?"

When Casey didn't bother to reply, Damon's eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms over his chest, and Casey couldn't help but notice that muscles bulged. He didn't understand Devaughn, but he had to admit that the man was no wimp.

"Or," Damon asked, dragging out the word until Casey wanted to throttle him, "is it because I like Emma, even though I'm not s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g her?"

Casey took an aggressive step forward before he could stop himself. He felt like smashing Damon and wasn't even sure why. No, that was a lie. He knew he disliked Damon because the man was close to Emma. "It was a simple question, Devaughn."

"No."

"No what?"

"No, I'm not gay." Damon shrugged. "A simple answer."

Striving for control, Casey drew a slow deep breath, then another. They both heard the shower stop, and the telltale sounds of Emma moving around in the bathroom. Naked.

Casey swallowed, distracted by images of her toweling off. Staring toward the bathroom door, he muttered, "I didn't mean to offend you, Devaughn. I have nothing against-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. No offense taken." Suddenly the bathroom door squeaked open and Damon, too, turned to stare.

Emma, her hair wrapped in a towel, stuck her head out. She looked startled to find that she already had both men's attention. She glanced first at Casey, then at Damon. "I need a blow-dryer. Who has a motel without blow-dryers in the bathroom?"

She sounded very disgruntled, then answered her own question. "Obviously Mrs. Reider, which I should have guessed, but I stupidly a.s.sumed that she'd gotten a little with the times over the past decade."

Damon laughed. "I'll get mine. Hang on."

Casey mouthed silently, I'll get mine, then realized Emma was watching him. He pasted on a leering smile. "You need any help?"

Eyes wide, Emma asked, "With what?"

"Drying off?"

"Uh, no." She looked toward the connecting door as if willing Damon to reappear. He did, curse him.

"Here you go. Don't electrocute yourself."

Emma s.n.a.t.c.hed the dryer out of his hand, cast another quick look at Casey, and shut the door. Seconds later, a loud hum reverberated throughout the room, ensuring Damon and Casey some privacy.

Damon took immediate advantage. Steely-eyed, he advanced on Casey until he stood a mere foot in front of him. "I haven't had many occasions to issue these hairy-chested, testosterone-drowned warnings, but I hope you'll listen despite my inexperience in these things, because I'm dead serious."

Casey drew back and it took him a moment to figure out what the h.e.l.l Damon had just said. When his meaning sunk in, Casey shook his head. Damon was about the oddest d.a.m.n duck he'd ever run across. "Yeah, I'm listening, Devaughn. Wouldn't miss it, in fact."

"I love Emma like a sister a a younger sister whom I feel very protective of."

That suited Casey just fine. As long as Damon didn't l.u.s.t after her, he could love her all he wanted. "I'm glad to hear it."

"You crushed her once."

Casey scowled. How much had Emma told him? What had she told him? "If that's true, it wasn't on purpose." h.e.l.l, Emma had run out on him, not the other way around.

"Yeah, well, you were a kid." Damon's voice dropped to a harsh whisper when the blow-dryer got turned off. "But you're not a kid anymore. Don't hurt her."

Nettled at being chastised, Casey turned away to the window. "I wasn't planning on it." No, he planned on making love to her until they were both exhausted.

Damon followed. "Bulls.h.i.t. You're on the prowl and we all three know it."

"All three?"

"Emma isn't a stupid woman and she's well acquainted with come-ons. In case you've failed to notice, she's got this natural s.e.xuality about her that turns normal men into wildebeests in heat."

Casey's hands curled into fists. Was it his imagination, or was Damon getting stranger by the moment? "I noticed."

Damon's expression lightened, and he even grinned. "It was a facetious statement, man. Believe me, I noticed you noticing."

"Is there a point to this, Devaughn?"

"Yeah. If you're half as honorable as Emma claimed, you'll leave her alone."

Half as honorable? He again wondered exactly what Emma might have said about him. "I can't do that."

Angered, Damon stepped toward him a and Emma came out of the bathroom. She looked ... astounding.

Casey immediately forgot all about Damon and his half-baked warnings. Emma's hair, loose and soft and feminine, bounced gently around her shoulders and caught the reflection of every light. She wore only a touch of makeup, which made her eyes even larger, darker. But it was the gloss on her lips that really got to Casey. d.a.m.n, he wanted to lick it off her mouth, then taste her, only her. Her mouth drove him nuts it was so s.e.xy.

The chambray dress fit her and emphasized every womanly curve without seeming too obvious. She carried a blouse in one hand, her sandals in the other. Without looking at him, she bent and slipped on one sandal, then the other. Enthralled, both he and Damon watched in silence until she was ready.