No Foolin' (Willowdale Romance Novel) Read Free Page A

yourself.”
    Kate closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she wouldn’t enjoy that assignment. “Who are you going out with now?”
    “No one,” he said, hesitating. “But I should check People magazine first to be sure. You never know.”
    His intense gaze unsettled her. She gripped the gearshift in the center console, hoping it would steady her wild, girly, hormones, which were screaming like she was in the second row at a Toby Keith concert.
    He looked at her hand. “Time for rock, paper, scissors?” He hovered one palm over her fist. “Paper beats rock every time.” His hand covered hers, swallowing it with big strong fingers. “That was easy.”
    She stared into his icy blue eyes, noting the amused and satisfied expression. She’d seen that look before; it made acid swoosh in her stomach. “I am not easy.”
    He arched one eyebrow. “No doubt about that.”
    TEAGUE HELD ONTO her as she tried to pull away. He liked the feel of her small hand in his. He imagined tracing his fingers across her palm, up her smooth, white arm. Or maybe he’d use his tongue. She looked down at her sandals and blushed like she knew his wicked thoughts. What was behind her resistance? Hell, women lined up for that kind of thing with him.
    He tried to remember the last time he was with someone who hadn’t been featured on the cover of Cosmo . He couldn’t recall, but it didn’t matter. Kate had an easy beauty that intrigued him. He’d twine her long, dirty-blond hair around his finger to see if it was as silky as it looked. No fancy highlights, either—it was her natural color. Kate seemed as simple and pretty as this little town. He frowned. A town that had just seriously complicated his life.
    He pulled his hand away. “How often did you come here as a teenager?”
    “Sounds like we’re moving on to truth or dare.” When she stared at him, he noticed the flecks of green and amber in her blue eyes, like someone had painted them in as a final, perfect detail.
    And that surprised him; he wasn’t used to noticing women’s eyes. Other parts were usually much more interesting. He leaned closer. “What color are your eyes? I thought they were blue, but now they look green.”
    She shrugged. “Blue-green, I guess.”
    What color are your eyes? Holy Pickup 101. Don’t flirt with her! He tugged a hand down his face and tried to shake off the feeling. Despite what the tabloids liked to say, Teague was more talk than action. Okay. There was action. But he always made it clear that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship and never would. That didn’t deter anyone from trying, though. So Kate’s resistance was a surprising turn-on. Teague usually got what—and who—he wanted. But Kate didn’t seem to want him. Huh?
    They stared at each other, as if in a standoff. And they both jumped when someone tapped on the window.
    “I guarantee no one will find us here.” He did a bad imitation of Kate.
    She sneered at him, glanced out the window, and slumped back. “It’s Chief Tommy Larsen. The very last person I need to see right now.” She turned and gave Teague a look that probably scared the hell out of students faking sick in her nurse’s office. “Thought he wasn’t looking for you.”
    Damn, she’s even cuter when she’s mad. “Didn’t think he was.”
    She rolled down her window. “Hello, Chief, what brings you out here today?”
    A tall, thick man peered in the window and lowered his shades. “I should ask you two the same thing. Who you got with you there, Katie? It’s awful early to be out here at Lookout Point. Remember?”
    She gave him a great big smile. “No, I sure don’t. You must be remembering all your other girls. Confusing me with Ellen, maybe?”
    Chief Larsen ran his fingers through his short, dark-blond hair. “We were taking a break, remember? Ellen happened during our break.”
    She crossed her arms, showing off her cleavage nicely. “That would’ve been something to mention when