For an older couple, Pearl Robinson and Eldin Wingate had had an unconventional living arrangement for years. Unmarried, they shared an old house owned by Crystal Sutton, another friend of Raina’s, who’d had to move to a nursing home a year or so ago.
“Eldin’s still painting, though Picasso he isn’t. But he’s fine, thanks for asking, and healthy, knock on wood.” She banged on her head with her fist. “Though his back still acts up on occasion and he still can’t carry me over the threshold. That’s why we’re still living in sin,” she said, citing her favorite description of their relationship.
Pearl loved announcing their status to anyone who’d listen, as many times as they’d allow in the course of one conversation. Obviously that idiosyncrasy hadn’t changed. But Roman’s reaction to it had. Instead of being annoyed by her single-minded, self-oriented focus, he realized he’d missed his small town and all the different people who occupied it.
Even the peaceful quiet of his morning walk had been a refreshing change from his hectic daily life. How long, though, before the boredom and confinement he’d felt in his youth resurfaced and took over? How long would his enjoyment last once he got hitched? He shuddered to think of his imminent doom.
“Are you sick?” Pearl put a hand to his forehead. “You can’t possibly be chilled on such a nice day.
Maybe your mother should be taking care of you instead of the other way around?”
He blinked and realized he’d gotten lost in thought. “I’m fine, really.”
“Well, I’ll let you get going. I’m just going to the bank and then on home. I’ll be by to see your mother later.”
“Say hi to Eldin for me.”
Pearl headed for the bank on First and Roman picked up his pace too. So much in town had stayed the same, but it was the new and different things that interested him now and he headed straight for Charlotte’s store. Now, she was a woman who always drew him, no matter how many times she fought the idea.
Though they were mismatched opposites, she tempted him. Unfortunately, she didn’t meet the one criterion that mattered most, her willingness to accept his travels. His desire to storm the shop and her defenses was strong, but reality asserted itself. Any contact between them could only cause them both pain.
Resigned, he turned to find Rick standing where he’d been last night, watching him with a speculative gleam in his eye. “On patrol again?” Roman asked.
“Just looking out for suspicious characters like yourself.” Rick grinned.
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Roman let out a groan and rubbed his burning eyes. “Don’t start.”
Rick eyed him warily. “Someone’s testy this morning.”
Roman hadn’t been until Rick started bugging him. “Later, brother. I need coffee.”
“Ah, yes. To help you wake up so the wife hunt can begin.”
At Rick’s words, Roman’s head began to pound harder.
“Good luck.” Rick walked past him and started for the panty-filled store.
“What gives?”
Rick turned, not a hint of amusement in his gaze. “Business.”
“The panty thief.”
He nodded but said nothing more. He didn’t have to. He’d already given Roman more information than he should have, all off the record. Someone was breaking into the store customers’ homes and stealing one particular brand of panties. Rick figured Charlotte could provide pertinent facts the police needed for their investigation.
“Want to join me?” Rick asked.
Roman looked for signs Rick was having fun at his expense. After all, this was the brother who as a teenager had answered the phone and agreed to blind dates in Roman’s place. But Rick stood waiting, not a grin in sight.
Roman assessed his options. He had none. The woman of his dreams was inside. Roman shot his middle sibling a grateful glance. Though gut instinct and self-preservation told Roman to steer clear, curiosity pushed him inside.
So, he admitted, did his desire to see Charlotte once more.
At the sound of the door chimes, Charlotte stopped in the middle of folding lavender lace underwear.
She glanced up to see Officer Rick Chandler saunter inside.
She gave him a friendly wave, but her hand froze in midair as Roman followed him in. She licked her dry lips as she watched them walk through her feminine store.
Side by side, the contrast between the brothers couldn’t be more clear. All three Chandler men were beyond breathtaking. But no matter how handsome, Rick didn’t have the same devastating impact on Charlotte as Roman did. Ever since her return to town, they’d become good pals, nothing more. Even Chase, who resembled Roman in looks, didn’t come close to tipping Charlotte’s Richter scale the way Roman did.
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compelling blue eyes, captivated her. Made her yearn for things beyond her control or understanding.
She shivered, then let reality return. No matter how good-looking the Chandler men were, none of the brothers were interested in settling down. It was part of town lore. Charlotte couldn’t let it be her downfall.
She shook her head, and then wiggled her arms, fingers, and toes. “Relax,” she muttered aloud. Roman had always been perceptive and she didn’t want him to think her nerves had anything to do with him.
Last night had proven Roman was too cocky for his own good and he didn’t need additional ego stroking.
“Hi ya, Charlotte.” Rick strode up to her, ignoring the panties strewn about, and rested an elbow on the counter, as confidently and casually as if he were surrounded by baseballs and mitts in the sporting goods store down the road.
Roman stood beside him, devouring her with a single, sexy look.
“Hi, Officer.” She managed a friendly wink meant to encompass both men. “So what can I do for you this morning? Are you here to check out the newest in thong underwear?” She tossed the joke she always used on Rick, attempting normalcy.
Rick grinned. “Not unless you plan on modeling for me.”
She laughed. “In your dreams.”
Roman cleared his throat, obviously meant to remind them that he was in the room. As if she could forget. “Come on, Roman. You have to know your brother here likes all women. He’d have a harem if it were legal, wouldn’t you, Rick?”
Rick merely chuckled.
“Can we get down to business?” Roman asked.
“Police business, unfortunately.” Rick’s mood suddenly sobered.
Charlotte didn’t like the intense sound of his voice. “Why don’t we sit?” She led them to the oversized velour Queen Anne–type chairs near the fitting room.
The two men overpowered the frilly, feminine decor. Her gaze settled on Roman. He epitomized the magnetic lure of the Chandler brothers, she thought. Every female felt his presence when he was in a room.
Though Roman remained standing, Rick sat, hands clasped between his legs, looking like a man with a secret.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
The brothers exchanged silent glances. Static broke through the quiet, Rick’s police radio calling for his attention. He shot Charlotte a regret-filled look. “Excuse me.” While he unhooked the two-way radio from his belt and discussed business, Roman’s piercing gaze never left hers.
Rick glanced up. “I’m sorry. A disturbance at the general store, and backup’s needed.”
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Charlotte waved him off. “You go.” And take your brother with you, she silently pleaded.
“Roman, can you fill her in? She needs to be aware of what’s going on.” Rick shattered her hopes.