His Trouble in Tallulah: In the Line of Duty, Book 2

  When faking it takes on a whole new meaning…

  In the Line of Duty, Book 2

  Tallulah Duncan is excited about her brother’s upcoming wedding in Louisiana, but what she’s not looking forward to is facing the man who will undoubtedly be waiting for her. Years ago she and an old boyfriend made a pact. The next time she comes home, if she’s still single, they’ll get engaged.

  He’s a nice guy, but Tallulah doesn’t love him—or the idea of being an undertaker’s wife. And the smokin’ hot guy next to her on the plane is a loud-and-clear reminder that her biological clock is on the fritz.

  Security specialist Garrett Andersen is pretty sure the gorgeous woman next to him on the plane is about to have a panic attack. And when he tries to distract her, she does the most enchanting, adorable thing he’s ever seen. She blushes.

  Since they’re headed to the same wedding, he finds himself agreeing to step into the role of adoring fiancé. In real life, she’s his comrade’s kid sister, so it’s hands off all the way. Except behind closed doors, her all-out campaign of sweet seduction is burning that strategy to ashes…

  Warning: This book contains some very hot, very steamy sex, with a smokin’ hot security specialist who knows just how to hit his mark—and make it explode. Did we mention it was hot?

  His Trouble in Tallulah

  Cathryn Fox

  Dedication

  To Nancy Cassidy and Renee Field, for all our lunch dates, and brainstorming sessions. You two keep me sane!

  Chapter One

  Former army Security Specialist Garrett Andersen wasn’t sure which he disliked more, flying in small, overstuffed airplanes or attending big, over-the-top weddings. This, of course, made him wonder why he was boarding a plane at the Austin airport and heading to Tallulah, Louisiana, for just such an event. But it wasn’t every day his kid sister got married, and he wasn’t about to rescind on the promise he’d made to walk her down the aisle.

  Knowing he was running late, he hurried onto the fully loaded aircraft and pulled the buds from his ears as the flight attendant rushed him along, closing the overhead bins behind him.

  Sucking in a breath, Garrett twisted sideways and walked down the narrow aisle in search of his row. He briefly paused to help a harried woman secure her bag in the overhead compartment while her young son bounced excitedly in his seat.

  Garrett cast the rambunctious child a curious glance in time to see him pull a wad of pink bubblegum the size of a shooter marble from his mouth. He wrapped it around his thumb and forefinger, then shoved it back in again, all the while climbing the headrest and playing peek-a-boo with the elderly man and woman behind him.

  The mother gave Garrett an apologetic look. “It’s his first time flying and I’m just trying to keep him pacified.”

  “It seems like you’re off to a good start,” Garrett assured her.

  The boy continued to jump in his seat, gaining momentum with each lunge. On his descent his foot slipped and he came down hard, hitting the firm headrest stomach first. The huge ball of gum shot from his mouth and landed with an undignified splat on the man’s lap. The boy blinked a few times, then let loose an ungodly howl, sharing his outrage at full volume.

  “Or maybe not,” Garrett retracted.

  Panicked, the woman rifled through her purse for more gum, only to come up empty handed. Garrett grimaced as the shrill sound cut like a blade, and snatched a new blister pack from his rucksack, partly to pacify the kid and partly for his own self-preservation. He quickly handed it to the woman as all eyes turned their way.

  “Don’t worry, pal,” Garrett said, scrubbing his hand over the boy’s head. “We’ll have you back to blowing bubbles in no time.”

  The kid’s mom gave Garrett a grateful smile before he continued up the aisle, happy to find his section of the craft kid-free. Even though children weren’t in his future, it wasn’t like he had anything against them. It was just that after last night’s meeting with his boss and other members of the Security Committee, a hyper kid with a penchant for big gobs of gum was a distraction he didn’t need. Not when his game plan for this flight was to figure out a way to convince the Committee he had what it took to head up the new security alarm response team in Austin’s business district.

  Emotionally damaged my ass.

  His hand went to the scar on his face, and that’s when he noticed the gorgeous stranger in the window seat—his window seat. He gave a slow shake of his head, not at all surprised by to find a woman claiming his spot. After all, he knew firsthand that beautiful women played by their own rules. Then again, it wasn’t like he had a problem with their conduct, considering he was happy to play their game. At least that way everyone walked away satisfied. And Garrett Andersen, ex-soldier turned corporate security specialist, always walked away.

  Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and his cock twitched in response, the enticing aroma garnering his attention while erotic images flashed in his mind’s eye. He took a moment to peruse the woman next to him. His glance drifted over the sunshine-yellow strappy dress that showcased a slim frame and killer legs he’d do just about anything to feel wrapped around him. His glance traveled back to her pretty face, and he couldn’t help but wonder how those long, loose curls of hers would feel on his skin, or look spread across his pillowcase.

  As he considered the sensual image a moment longer, his game plan instantly headed south. No surprise really. After all, he was a red-blooded male and this sexy beauty was a distraction any guy would be crazy to ignore.

  Big brown honey-flecked eyes that looked stark against pale skin and chestnut hair darted to his and then flicked back to the ground outside.

  Despite his aversion to the aisle seat, Garrett secured his rucksack in the overhead bin and dropped down next to her. He reached for his belt, his hand accidently brushing her leg. She recoiled, her eyes wide and troubled as they flashed back to his. Okay, so flinching wasn’t quite the reaction he’d hoped for.

  He was about to introduce himself when he noticed the way she shifted restlessly in her seat, and that’s when understanding hit harder than the hot blast of flying shrapnel.

  Appearing more panicked with each second, her entire body tightened as if under assault, and something in the anxious way she tented her fingers seemed so familiar to him. Garrett turned to her, and held his hand out in an attempt to pull her attention away from take off.

  “I’m Garrett.”

  She hesitated for a moment, then slipped her hand in his. His fingers closed around her hand, swallowing it whole. “Tallulah,” she returned. There was a hitch in her voice when she rambled on with, “But my close friends call me Lu, or Lula and sometimes even Lala.”

  “So, Tallulah,” he said, holding her hand longer than necessary, “it’s nice to meet you.”

  After a long moment, he released her hand and she pulled it back to her lap. Unease registered on her face as she smoothed her dress over her thighs. “I didn’t mean to suggest…I know we’re not close friends or anything, and I’m not suggesting that we should be,” she said, her attention on him as she fumbled over her words. “I mean, it’s just that we’re going to be sitting together for hours…I was only trying to say…”

  The plane taxied down the runway and in an effort to keep her focus off takeoff, Garrett held his hands up, palms out. “Whoa, hang on there, Tallulah. We just met. Stop trying to rush things along between us. Heck, the next thing I know you’ll be trying to get me to join the mile-high club with you.”

  She opened her mouth, but Garrett gave her a wink and cut her off. “And just for the record,” he added raising his voice to
be heard over the roar of the engine as the plane skyrocketed, “just because I gave my seat up to you, doesn’t mean I’m going to give anything else up.”

  Eyes full of genuine shock shot to the overhead seat numbers, and a soft pink flush crawled up her long neck as scrabbling fingers went to her belt.

  Garrett sat in stunned silence, because he fully expected this beautiful woman to come back with some smart-ass comment, not, “I…I’m so sorry…I didn’t know. I never meant to take your seat. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She gave a hard shake of her head and her fragrant hair flared around creamy shoulders. The floral scent of her shampoo filled his senses as she finished with, “I guess I’ve just been preoccupied with other things.”

  Aww shit…

  He sat quiet for a long moment, feeling like a world-class prick for embarrassing her. When the plane finally began to level off she unhooked her seatbelt.

  “I’ll switch with you.”

  He closed his hand over hers to stop her, then snapped her belt back into place. “No, wait. It’s fine. I was just trying to…” He stopped, not wanting to mention the words “takeoff”, otherwise she might start panicking again.

  “You were just what?” she asked, the honesty in those big eyes of hers catching him off guard. Christ, was she for real? He wracked his brain, unable to remember the last time he’d seen a woman blush, if ever, or the last time he’d come across a woman who was as sweet as she was sexy.

  “Nothing, it’s just…” He exhaled slowly and shook his head. “Maybe we should start again.” He extended his hand and smiled. “I’m Garrett Andersen.”

  She slipped hers into his. “I’m Lu, but you can call me Tallulah Duncan.”

  Garrett laughed, and a smiled pulled at Tallulah’s lips. Sweet, sexy and funny. The perfect trifecta.

  “So, Tallulah Duncan,” he began, once again noting that there was something about her that seemed so familiar. Now that the plane had leveled out and she seemed more relaxed, he put his mouth close to her ear, filling his lungs with her arousing scent. “What’s so important in Louisiana that you’d subject yourself to flying when you hate it so much?”

  His breath washed over the long column of her neck and he felt a shudder move through her. She cleared her throat. “I don’t hate flying.”

  “Oh yeah? You could have fooled me.”

  Shifting closer, he crowded her, his body craving intimacy even though she was all kinds of wrong for him. Everything in the way she talked, moved, looked around with bright-eyed innocence screamed that she was a forever kind of girl—far different than the women he normally associated with. The last thing he wanted was a wife and family. He’d only end up letting them down.

  She sucked in a tight breath, her small breasts rising and falling in the most mind-fucking ways. His body stiffened and his thoughts raced, sorting through all the things he could do to relax her.

  “It’s not the flying. It’s the wedding.”

  Whoa.

  Garrett pulled back and glanced at her ring finger. “The wedding. You mean—?”

  She gave a quick shake of her head. “No, not me. My brother.”

  “Ah,” Garrett said, finally clueing in as to why her gestures seemed so familiar. “Let me guess. Your brother is Ving Duncan.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because he’s marrying my sister, Jenny.”

  Garrett watched as understanding dawned in her eyes. “You’re that Garrett Andersen?” she asked, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. “The one who served overseas with my brother?”

  “The one and only.”

  “I’ve heard Ving talk about you.”

  Garrett tugged on his T-shirt collar and inched back to put a measure of distance between them. “He talks about you too. But he calls you Tally, which is why it took me a minute to figure out who you were.”

  A warm smile came over her face and it was easy to tell how much she adored her older brother. “He’s the only one who calls me that.”

  The flight attendant came by and Garrett accepted a cup of water. He drank it down, but it did little to cool his heated libido. Thank Christ he found out who she was before he really turned up the heat. Unlike Ving, he wasn’t the settling down kind, and if his comrade knew he was interested in his sister, his intentions less than honorable, fly boy would hand him his ass back on the blade of his Apache.

  “I can’t believe we haven’t met before this.”

  He stuck his plastic cup in the magazine holder in front of him. “Yeah, what are the odds?”

  “Well, Ving and Jenny did have a bit of a whirlwind romance,” Tallulah said.

  He looked at her a moment longer, and wished he’d paid more attention when Ving talked about her. The one thing he did remember his comrade saying was that she was a small town girl—sweet and naive—and he wanted to keep her that way.

  “So Tallulah, huh?”

  She nodded, like the question was one she was asked often. “I was adopted, and all the paperwork had Tallulah written across the top. Obviously because that’s where my adoptive parents lived, and where I was going,” she went on to explain. Then with a resigned shoulder roll she added, “So it just sort of stuck.”

  “Well I’m glad, because I think it suits you.”

  She arched a brow. “You think being named after an old railroad water stop suits me?”

  Garrett laughed. “And your brother?”

  She leaned into him and he tried not to stare at the dip in her cleavage or note the way his body reacted to her heat. But he was a man. And he was weak. So he looked.

  In a conspiratorial voice, she said, “Well Ving is short for Irving. Irving, Texas. That’s where our folks lived before moving to Tallulah. But he hates it, so you didn’t hear that from me.”

  “I guess you two should be thankful that your folks weren’t from Bullfrog, Arkansas, or Barney, Georgia, when they adopted.”

  She laughed, and as the sweet sound settled deep in his groin, he wondered if that sexy voice of hers would drop an octave during pillow talk. Not that he should be wondering about such things. Not with her, especially after finding out who she was. But damned if he could help himself.

  “I was always partial to Peach, Pennsylvania,” she added.

  Enjoying their easy banter and the intimate way she confided in him, Garrett settled deeper into his seat and contemplated her other secrets. “Peaches it is, then.” He had no doubt that she would taste as sweet—everywhere. “So, Peaches,” he teased. “I’m really looking forward to meeting these creative parents of yours.”

  At the mention of her parents apprehension returned and once again she began tenting and un-tenting her fingers.

  Garrett’s glance moved over her face. “I hope you don’t play poker.” When she gave him a confused look, he nodded toward her hands. “You’re an easy read.” She parted her hands, and nodded her head in agreement. “You want to tell me about it?” he asked.

  A noise sounded in her throat. “Not really.”

  Garrett scanned her face a second time. A barrage of mixed emotions swam in her almost-too-big brown eyes. “Let me guess, your brother is getting married, and now your folks are going to be pestering you, wondering when you’re going to be walking down the aisle.”

  “Pretty perceptive, aren’t you?”

  “So I’m right?”

  “Yeah, but that’s not all.”

  He gave a mock shiver. “Isn’t that enough?”

  Her small hand closed over her stomach, her eyes widening with interest as she watched his reaction. “It’s just that, well, they’re very protective of me.”

  “And?” he probed.

  “They didn’t want me to move. But after college I wanted to get away. My brother was in Austin so I moved there. Then I got at a job at a daycare, with lots of room for advancement.”

  He nodded. “It’s a big city. You’re their baby girl. I get it.”

  “And when my ex insisted that if I was st
ill single when I came back, we’d get engaged, I agreed.” She groaned inwardly. “I didn’t want to rock the boat, and my parents only gave me their blessing to go because they figured with Jason waiting at home for me, I’d eventually come back and reunite with him. Honestly, everyone believes we’re as good as married and now they’re expecting an engagement announcement.” She buried her face in her hands. “It was a stupid thing to do.”

  He let loose a long whistle. “Oh, yeah. Damn stupid.”

  “Hey.” She shot daggers at him. “You don’t have to agree with me.”

  “So what are you going to do now?”

  She pursed her lips for a moment then crinkled her nose before saying, “I was thinking of fibbing and telling them I’m engaged.”

  He gave a slow nod of his head as the full picture of Tallulah Duncan formed in his mind’s eyes. “Because the truth is harder and you don’t want to hurt anyone?”

  “Yeah. They all think they know what’s best for me.”

  God, she really was sweet. The women he knew cared little about other people’s feelings. Their thoughts and actions were always self-fulfilling. “Do they?”

  She glanced out the window, and once again he noticed her touching her stomach. “I don’t know. Maybe I should just do it.”

  Garrett frowned as he watched her and something strange tightened inside him. Christ, he barely knew this girl, yet everything in his gut wanted to care. Fuck. “You don’t want to do that.”

  Her voice was soft, hushed when she said, “I know.”

  She stayed quiet, too quiet, and Garrett touched her chin and turned her back to face him. The second those worried, honey-flecked eyes met his, it completely disarmed him, bringing out the protector in him. But he knew better than to step into that role.

  “So what will you do when they start asking about him?” he probed. “Wanting to know all the details about this phantom fiancé of yours?”

  “I’ll make it up. Then when I return to Austin I’ll tell them it didn’t work out.”

  Garrett shook his head. “You’ll never pull it off.”