The Fall Of Shane Mackade

She had a good carrying voice when she needed one. It had filled many a lecture hall. She used it now. 'Stop this nonsense immediately. There are children in the house.'

Devin paused, his filthy hand over Rafe's filthy face. 'What?'

'Get up from there, all of you. You should be ashamed.'' Eyes hot, she scalded every one of them in turn. 'I said get up. You.' Choosing at random, she pointed a righteous finger at Devin. 'You're a sheriff, for God's sake. You're supposed to uphold order, and here you are rolling in the mud like a hooligan.'

'Yes, ma'am.' Gamely he swallowed a chuckle and disengaged himself from the tangle of limbs. 'Don't know what got into me.'

'And you.' That valiant finger aimed at Jared. 'A lawyer. What are you thinking of?'

'Nothing.' He rubbed a hand over his sore jaw before he rose. 'Absolutely nothing.'

'Rafe MacKade.' She had the pleasure of seeing him wince. 'A businessman, a pillar of the community. Husband and father. What kind of example are you setting for your children?'

'A poor one.' He cleared his throat and got to his feet. He had the feeling that if he let the laugh loose she'd put him on his butt again.

'And you,' she said, with such contempt in her voice that Shane decided to stay put in the mud. 'I thought better of you.'

'She sounds just like Mom,' Shane murmured, and had his brothers nodding in respectful agreement. 'Hey, I didn't start it.'

'Typical response. Just typical. Is this how you solve your problems, your disagreements?'

He rubbed some of the dirt from his aching face. 'Yeah.'

'That's pathetic. You're all pathetic.' Her authoritative look had three men shifting their feet and Shane grinning. 'Violence is never the answer. There's no problem that can't be solved with reason and communication.'

'We were communicating,' Shane said, and earned a withering stare.

'I expect you to settle this like rational human beings. If you can't control yourselves, you'll just have to keep your distance from each other.'

'Isn't she something?' Shane said, in a tone that had all three of his brothers studying him. 'Have you ever seen anybody like her? Come on and kiss me, sweetie.'

'If you think you can—' She let out a shriek as he swiped out a hand and had her sprawling on top of him. 'You idiot. You brainless—'

Then she was flat on her back, covered by wet, hard male. His mouth, trembling with laughter, swooped onto hers. 'She's the prettiest little thing.'

He kissed her again, while mud oozed through her shirt.

'Get off me, you ape!' She bucked, wiggled and gave him a whack.

'Violence.' He was shaking with laughter now, his battered, dirt-streaked face grinning down at her. 'You see that?' he called out to his brothers. 'She hit me. She isn't solving the problem with reason and communication.'

'I'll communicate, all right.' Her fist grazed his ear before his mouth fused to hers again.

And then he was kissing her senseless. The rain beat down, mud slicked her hands, and there was an audience of fascinated onlookers.

She just didn't care.

As he watched, Rafe found himself grinning. 'I'll be damned,' he murmured, 'She's hooked him.'

'I think you're right.' Devin rubbed his bloody cheek on his muddy shoulder. 'I've never seen him look at any woman that way. Think he knows it?'

'I don't think either of them have a clue.' Delighted, Jared swiped wet hair out of his eyes.

'It's going to be a pleasure.' Rafe hooked his thumbs in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. 'A real pleasure, to watch Shane MacKade take the fall.'

'Should we go inside and leave them alone?' Devin angled his head as he considered. 'Or should we haul him off her and pound on him some more?'

Rafe touched his fingers to his eye. Shane's first punch had been a doozy. He was going to need some of the ice he was sure his wife was readying.

'I wouldn't mind pounding him some more, but she'd just get going again.'

'I don't think we should leave them out here,' Jared decided. 'They could catch pneumonia.'

'Not with all that heat.' With a nod, Devin moved forward, and his brothers flanked him. Between them, they took arms and legs and hauled Shane into the air.

'Let go. You've got your own women. This one's mine.' But they had him pinned, so he could only grin foolishly at Rebecca. 'Baby, you're a mess. Let's go take a shower.'

Eyes narrowed, Rebecca pulled herself to her feet. She knew she had mud in places best left unmentioned. With as much dignity as possible, she swiped her hands down her ruined slacks and through her filthy hair.

'Have you got him?' she asked calmly.

'Yes, ma'am.' Recognizing the look in her eyes, Devin grinned. 'I believe we do.'

Shane knew the look, too, and tried to yank free. 'Come on now, honey. Reason, remember? Violence isn't an answer. God, you're so pretty. I could gobble you right up. Why don't we—'

His breath whooshed out when she clenched a fist and rammed it into his stomach.

'Good one,' he said weakly, then coughed and managed to draw another breath. 'You show real potential.'

'Idiot.' With a toss of her head, she dripped her way to the house.

'Isn't she something?' Dazed with admiration and pain, Shane stared after her. 'Isn't she just something?'

In the end, he tried flowers. After the chores were done, supper was eaten and his family had gone their separate ways, Shane calculated he needed a bit of an edge. He went out in the rain, in the dark, and picked wildflowers by flashlight.

When he came back, she was working at her computer. She did glance up; it was one of those cool, killing glances she'd aimed his way all evening.

He put the wet flowers on the table beside her and crouched down. 'How mad are you?'

'I'm not angry.' She was embarrassed, and that was worse.

'Want to hit me again?'

'Certainly not.'

'It was just mud.' He took her hand, brought it to his lips. 'It looked good on you.'

She would have tugged her hand away, but he was nibbling on it. 'I'm trying to work.'

'Wasn't the term you used avoidance?' When she turned her head to glare, he picked up the flowers and held them out. 'I'm crazy about you.'

She let out a sigh. What was so important about dignity, anyway? 'You must be crazy to go out on a rainy night to pick flowers.'

'It always worked with my mother. You reminded me of her today, when you were letting us have it. Of course, she'd have pulled us up by the scruff of the neck, and then lectured. I guess we were smaller then.'

Unable to resist, Rebecca sniffed at the dripping blooms. 'She must have been quite a woman.'

'She was the best,' Shane said simply. 'They don't come any better. She and my father, well, they were terrific. You always knew somebody was there, ready to give you a kick in the butt or a helping hand, whichever you needed most.' Reaching up, he stroked a finger over her cheek. 'I guess that's why I don't really understand loneliness.'

'Big families aren't always a buffer against it. It's the people in them.' She scraped back her chair. 'I'd better put these in water.'

She wasn't going to tell him, he realized. She wasn't going to speak of her background, her family, unless he pushed. 'Rebecca—'

'What were you fighting with your brothers about?' She asked it quickly, as if she sensed what he'd been going to ask.

'Stuff.' Then he shrugged. If he wanted her to be honest, he had to be, as well. 'You.'

Stunned, she turned back. 'Me? You're joking.'