The Wedding In White Page 7

  "Stella?" Whit asked.

  "In Williams's play A Streetcar Named Desire" Natalie offered.

  "One of my favorites," Whit said, turning to Vivian. "And you played the lead. You never told me that!"

  Vivian's face lit up magically, and for the next few minutes, she regaled Whit with memories of her one stellar performance. In the front seat, Natalie and Mack exchanged sly smiles. With any luck, Natalie's inspiration could have saved the evening.

  The play was hilarious, even if Natalie did find herself involuntarily comparing the performances with those of Cary Grant and Raymond Massey in the old motion picture. She chided herself for that. The actors in the play might be amateurs, but they were very good and the audience reacted to them with hysterical laughter.

  Afterward, they went to a nightclub for a late supper. Natalie and Mack ordered steak and a salad, while Whit and Vivian managed to pick the most expensive dishes on the menu.

  There was dancing on the small floor with a live band, a Friday night special performance, and Natalie found herself in Mack's arms as soon as she finished the last spoonful of her dessert.

  "This is worth waiting all day for," he murmured in her ear as he held her close on the dance floor. "I knew this dress would feel wonderful under my hands."

  She snuggled closer. "I thought Viv was going to ask how I could afford it," she said with a sigh. She closed her eyes and smiled. "You really shouldn't have paid for it, you know."

  "Yes, I should have." He made a turn, and her body was pushed even closer to his. She felt his body react with stunning urgency to the brush of hers. She faltered and almost fell.

  "Sorry," she said shakily.

  He only laughed, the sound rueful and faintly amused as they continued across the floor. "It's an unavoidable consequence lately with you," he murmured. "Don't worry. No one will notice. We're alone here."

  She glanced past his chest at the dozen or so other couples moving lazily to the music and she laughed, too. "So I see."

  "Just don't do anything reckless," he said softly. "With very little effort, we could become the scandal of the county."

  She felt his lips at her forehead and smiled. "Think so?"

  One lean hand was at the back of her head, teasing around her nape and her ears in a sensual exploration that made her tingle all over. "Do you remember what I told you the night of the wreck?" he asked huskily.

  "You told me a lot of things," she hedged.

  "I told you that, when you were old enough, I'd teach you everything you need to know about men." His hand slid to her waist and pulled her gently closer. "You're old enough, Nat."

  She stiffened. "You stop that," she whispered urgently, embarrassed by his blatant capability.

  "Sorry. It doesn't work that way. I'd need a cold shower, and that isn't going to happen here." His cheek brushed against hers and his lips touched just the corner of her mouth. "We could drop Vivian and the professor off at my house first," he said under his breath.

  Her heart ran wild. "And then what?"

  His lips traced her earlobe. ''We could do what we did that night. I've spent years dreaming about how it felt."

  Her knees threatened to collapse. "Mack Killain," she groaned. "Will you please stop?"

  "You can't stop an avalanche with words," he whispered roughly. "You burn in me like a fever. I can't eat, sleep, think, work, because you're between me and every single thing I do."

  She swallowed. "It's just an ache," she said firmly. "Once you satisfied it, where would we be?"

  He drew back a little and looked into her eyes evenly. "I don't think it can be satisfied," he said through his teeth.

  She stood very still, like a doe in the glare of bright headlights, looking at him.

  "And you still don't know what it feels like," he said gruffly, in a tone that was just short of accusation. "You like being kissed and touched, but you don't know what desire is."

  She averted her eyes. "You're the one who always pulls back," she said huskily.

  His arm contracted roughly, pinning her to him. "I have to," he said impatiently. "You have no idea what it would be like if I didn't."

  "I'm twenty-two," she reminded him. "Almost twenty-three. No woman reaches that age today, even in a small town, without knowing something about relationships."

  "I'm talking about physical relationships. They aren't something you have and walk away from. They're addictive." He drew in a harsh breath as the music began to wind down. "They're dangerous. A little light lovemaking is one thing. What I'd do to you in a bed is something else entirely."

  The tone, as much as the content, made her uneasy. She stared at him, frowning. "I don't understand."

  He groaned. "I know. That's what's killing me!"

  "You're not being rational," she murmured.

  The hand at her waist contracted and moved her in a rough, quick motion against the rock-solid thrust of his body. He watched her blush with malicious pleasure. "How rational does that feel to you?" he asked outrageously.

  She forced her eyes to his drawn face. "It isn't rational at all. But you keep trying to save me from anything deep and intimate. It has to happen someday," she said.

  His jaw tautened even more. "Maybe it does. But I told you, I'm not a marrying man. That being the case, I'd have to be out of my mind before I'd take you to bed, Natalie."

  "Dave wouldn't," she taunted. "In fact, Whit wouldn't," she added, glancing at Vivian's partner, who was watching her as much as he was watching his partner.

  His hand tightened on her waist until it hurt. "Don't start anything with him," he said coldly. "Vivian would never forgive you. Neither would I."

  "I was just kidding."

  "I'm not laughing," he told her, and his face was solemn.

  "You treat me like a child half the time," she accused, on fire with new needs. She felt reckless, out of control. His body, pressed so close to hers, was making her ache. "And then you accuse me of tempting you, when you're the one with the experience."

  He let her go abruptly and moved back. "You aren't old enough for me," he said flatly.

  "I'm six years younger than you are, not twenty," she pointed out.

  His eye narrowed, glittering at her. "What do you want from me?"

  In his customary blunt way, he'd thrown the ball into her court and stood there arrogantly waiting for an answer she couldn't give.

  "I want you to be my friend," she said finally, compromising with her secret desires.

  "I am."

  "Then where's the problem?"

  "You just felt it."

  "Mack!"

  He caught her hand and tugged her toward their table. "What's that song—one step forward and two steps back? That's how I feel lately."

  She felt churned up, frustrated, hot with desire and furious that he was playing some sort of game with her hormones. She knew she was flushed and she couldn't quite meet Vivian's eyes when they went to the table.

  "Don't sit down," Whit drawled, catching Natalie by the wrist before she could be seated. "This one's mine."

  He drew her on the dance floor to the chagrin of brother and sister and wrapped her tight as the slow dance began.

  "If you want to keep that arm, loosen it," Natalie told Whit with barely contained rage.

  He did, at once, and grinned at her. "Sorry. That's the way big brother was holding you, though. But, then, he's almost family, isn't he? Vivian says the two of you went through high school together."

  "Yes, we did. We've been friends for a long time."

  "She's jealous of you," he said.

  "That's a hoot," she replied, laughing. "She's a beauty queen and I'm plain."

  "That isn't what I mean," he corrected. "She envies you your kind heart and intelligence. She has neither."

  "That's a strange way to talk about a girl you care for," she chided.

  "I like Vivian a lot," he said. "But she's like so many others, self-centered and spoiled, waiting for life to serve up whatever she
wants. I'll bet there hasn't been a man in years who's said no to her."

  "I don't think anyone's ever said no to her," she replied with a smile. "She's pretty and sweet, whatever else she is."

  He shrugged. "Pretty and rich. I guess that's enough for most men. When do you start teaching?"

  "In the fall, if I passed my exams. If I don't graduate, it will be another year before I can get a teaching job around here."

  "You could go farther afield," he told her. "I was surfing the Internet the other night, browsing for teachers' jobs. There are lots of openings in north Texas, especially in Dallas. I always thought I'd like to live in Texas."

  "I don't really want to live that far from home," she said.

  "But you don't have a home, really, do you?" he asked. "Vivian said you were orphaned when you were very young."

  "My mother was born here," she said. "So was her mother, and her mother's mother. I have roots."

  "They can be a trap as much as a safety cushion," he cautioned. "Do you really want to spend the rest of your life out here in the middle of nowhere?"

  "That's an odd question for someone who came here from Los Angeles," she pointed out.

  He averted his gaze. "Nevada, actually," he said. "I got tired of the rat race. I wanted someplace quiet. But it's just a little too quiet here. A year of it is more than I expected to do."

  "Do you like teaching?"

  He made a face. "Not really. I wanted to do great things. I had all these dreams about building exotic houses and making barrels of money, but I couldn't get into architecture. They said I had no talent for it."

  "That's a shame."

  "So I teach," he added with a cold smile. "English, of all things."

  "Viv says you're very good at it."

  "It doesn't pay enough to keep me in decent suits," he said in a vicious tone. "When I think of how I used to live, how much I had, it makes me sick."

  "What did you do before you were a teacher?" she asked, fishing delicately.

  "I was in real estate," he said, but he didn't meet her eyes. "It was a very lucrative business."

  "Couldn't you get a license here in Montana and go back into it?"

  "Nobody wants to buy land in Montana these days," he muttered. "It's not exactly hot real estate."

  "I suppose not."

  The music ended and he escorted her to the table, where Mack and Vivian sat fuming.

  Vivian got to her feet at once. "And now it's my turn," she said pertly and with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

  "Sure," Whit said easily, and smiled as he led her onto the dance floor.

  "What was all the conversation about?" Mack wanted to know.

  "I was trying to draw him out about his former profession. He said he was in real estate in Nevada," she said, with a wary glance toward Viv and Whit, who were totally involved with each other for the moment.

  "And I'm the tooth fairy," Mack said absently.

  Natalie laughed helplessly.

  "What?" he demanded.

  "I was picturing you in a pink tutu."

  That eye narrowed. "You'll pay for that one."

  "Okay. A white tutu."

  He shook his head. "Finish your drink. We have to leave pretty soon. I have an early appointment in town tomorrow."

  "Okay, boss," she drawled, and ignored his stormy expression.

  As it turned out, Mack took Natalie home first and walked her to her front door.

  "Try to stay out of trouble," he cautioned. "I may see you at the grocery store tomorrow."

  "Sadie shops. You don't."

  "I can shop if I want to," he said. He searched her bright face. "Just for the record, I wanted to take them home first." She smiled. "Thanks."

  One shoulder lifted and fell. "It isn't the right time. Not yet." He bent and brushed a soft kiss against her forehead. "This is to throw them off the track," he whispered as he stood straight again. "A little brotherly peck should do the trick."

  "Yes, it should."

  His gaze fell to her soft mouth for an instant. "Next time, I'll make sure I take you home last. Good night, angel."

  "Good night."

  He winked and walked to the car, whistling an off-key tune on the way. Natalie waved before she went into the house. She'd wanted Mack to kiss her again, but maybe he'd had enough kissing that afternoon. She hadn't. Not by a long shot. She didn't want to feel this way about Mack, but she couldn't help herself. She wondered how it would eventually work out between them, but it was too disturbing to torture herself like that. She cleaned her face, got into her gown and went to bed. And she dreamed of Mack all night long.

  Chapter 6

  The phone rang on the one morning during the week when Natalie could sleep late. It was Mack, and he sounded worried.

  "It's Viv," he said at once, not bothering with a greeting. "I had to take her to the emergency room early this morning. She's got the flu and it's complicated with pneumonia. She refused to let me put her in the hospital, and I've got to fly out to Dallas this morning on business. My plane leaves in less than an hour and a half. The boys are off on a hunting trip. I hate to ask you, but can you come over and stay with her until I get home?"

  "Of course I can," she replied. "How long are you going to be away?"

  "With luck, I'll be back by midnight. If not, first thing tomorrow."

  "I don't have to go in to the grocery store to work until tomorrow afternoon. I'll be glad to stay with her. Did the doctor give you prescriptions for her, and have you been to the pharmacy to pick up her medicine?"

  "No," he said gruffly. "I'll have to do that—"

  "I'll pick them up on my way over," she said. "You go ahead and catch your flight. I'll be there in thirty minutes if they have her prescriptions ready."

  "They should be," he said. "I dropped them off before I brought her home. I'll phone and give them my credit card number, so they'll already be paid for."

  "Thanks."

  "Thank you" he added. "She feels pretty bad, so she shouldn't give you much trouble. Oh, and there's a little complication," he said irritably. "Whit's here."

  "That should cheer her up," she reminded him.

  "It will, as long as you don't look at him."

  She laughed. "No problem there."

  "I know you don't like him, but she won't believe it. If there was anybody else I could ask, I wouldn't bother you. I just don't like the idea of leaving her alone with him, even if she does have pneumonia."

  "I don't mind. Honest. You be careful."

  "The plane wouldn't dare crash," he chuckled. "I've got too much work to do."

  "Keep that in mind. I'll see you when you get back."

  "You be careful, too," he said. "And wear your raincoat. It's already sprinkling outside."

  "I'll wear mine if you wear yours."

  He chuckled again. "Okay. You win. I'll be home as soon as I can."

  She said goodbye and hung up, rushing to get her bag packed so that she could get over to the ranch.

  She walked into Viv's bedroom with a bag of medicine, a cold soft drink that she knew her friend liked and some cough drops.

  Viv looked washed out and sick, but she managed a wan smile as Natalie approached the bed. Whit was sprawled in an armchair by the bed, looking out of sorts until he saw Natalie. His eyes ran over her trim figure in jeans and a button-up gray knit sweater with a jaunty gray and green scarf.

  "Don't you look cute," he said with a smile. Viv glared at him. So did Natalie.

  "Why don't you make some coffee, Whit?" Viv asked angrily. "I could do with a cup."

  He got out of the chair. ''My pleasure. What do you take in yours, Nat?" he asked smoothly.

  She turned and looked him right in the eye. "Nobody calls me Nat except Mack," she pointed out. "It isn't a nickname I tolerate from anyone else."

  His cheekbones colored briefly. "Sorry," he said with a nervous laugh. "I'll just make that coffee. Be back as soon as I can."

  Viv watched him g
o and then turned cold eyes on her friend. "You don't have to snap at him," she said curtly. "He was only being polite."

  Natalie's eyebrows went up. "Was he?"

  "Mack shouldn't have called you," she said tersely. "I'd have been just fine here with Whit."

  Natalie felt uncomfortable and unwelcome. "He thought you needed nursing."

  "He thought I needed a chaperone, you mean," she said angrily. "And I don't! Whit would manage just fine."

  "All right, then," Natalie said with a forced smile. "I'll go home. There's your medicine and some cough drops. I guess Whit can pick up anything else you need. Sorry I bothered you."

  She turned and walked to the door, almost in tears.

  "Oh, Nat, don't go," Viv said miserably. "I'm sorry. You came all this way and even brought my medicine and I'm being horrible. Please come back."

  Natalie had the door open. "You've got Whit...."

  "Come back," Viv pleaded.

  Natalie closed the door and went to the armchair by the bed, but her eyes were wounded and faintly accusing as she sat.

  "Listen, Whit doesn't like me," Natalie told Viv. "He's only flirting with me to make you jealous. Why can't you see that? What in the world could he see in me? I'm not pretty and I don't have any money."

  "In other words, he wouldn't like me if I didn't have a wealthy background?" Viv asked pointedly.

  "I said you were pretty, too," she replied. "I know you feel bad, Viv, but you're being unreasonable. We've been friends for a long time. I don't know you lately, you're so different."

  Viv shifted against her pillows. "He talks about you, too, even when you aren't here."

  "It isn't what you think," Natalie said, exasperated. "He's never said or done a thing out of line."

  "He's very good-looking," Viv persisted.

  "So are you," Natalie said. "But right now you're sick and you don't need to upset yourself like this. Mack asked me to take care of you, and that's what I'm going to do."

  Viv studied her through fever-bright eyes. "Did you know that Glenna was going with him to Dallas?" she asked with undeniable venom.

  Natalie forced herself not to react. "Why?" she asked carelessly.

  "Beats me. I suppose she had something to do there, too. Anyway, I don't think he'll come back tonight. Do you?"