little brother from a scheming older woman.
'Noreen Black is a penniless little nobody. Some sort of Bohemian-an intellectual! An orphan who was raised in north Texas on a dirt farm. She's twenty-seven to Larry's twenty-three. I'm sure she's out to catch him,' Georgia Hale had shrieked before Grant left for Austin. 'Do you want the same thing to happen to your little brother that happened to you?'
Grant had been making vast monthly payments on a settlement to the beautiful young woman who'd deliberately married him so she could take him to the cleaners. Remembering the bitter consequences of his own mistake, he'd driven off to Austin determined to pay off Noreen Black before she had Larry completely in her clutches.
When Grant had knocked on the door of Miss Black's little apartment a couple of blocks west of the UT campus, a soft welcoming voice had answered. 'Larry?'
'Larry's brother.'
She'd thrown open the door. 'Grant! Larry's told me all about you.'
The 'scheming older woman' was a slim girl with enormous dark eyes. Her cloud of dark hair was tied back with a green scarf, and huge silver loops danced at her ears. She didn't look twenty, much less twenty-seven. There were books scattered untidily on the dilapidated couch, red plastic dinette chairs and table. She had a pencil tucked behind one ear and had padded barefoot to the door in a pink and black leotard and tights. Tendrils of damp curls clung to her forehead. Her smile was the sweetest he'd ever seen.
His gaze roved the length of her body, passing downward over a flawless neck and shoulders, gently rounded breasts, a narrow waist, and long, shapely legs.
'Lovely,' he said in a low voice.
Unconsciously Norie drew back, crossing her hands over her breasts.
'I-I was studying, but I stopped to exercise. To get the oxygen flowing again. I-I wasn't expecting company… ' She trailed off uncertainly.
He couldn't tear his gaze away from the curve of her thighs, and Norie's color deepened.
'Are you looking for Larry?'
'No, I came to see you.'
'I don't want to be rude, but I do have a big test tomorrow.'
She was giving him, Grant Hale, the brush-off. Anger coiled in him as tight as a spring. Of course she was. She was after Larry. Somehow Grant managed to keep his voice calm. 'Surely you have time for a quick dinner. I drove all this way just to meet you.'
'I-I'm on a very limited budget.'
'I'm buying.'
That seemed to settle it.
'Well… since you drove all this way… '
She smiled so disarmingly that a shiver of unwanted male excitement darted through him. She was good, really good, at working a man with her charm, he thought cynically. He could see why Larry had fallen for her.
'It'll only take me a minute to dress. Make yourself at home. There's soda in the refrigerator.'
While he waited for her, he rummaged about in the kitchen. There was, as she'd said, one soda in her tiny refrigerator. He saw milk, eggs, hamburger meat, canned goods, a few plastic dishes. A tight budget, she'd said.
Not for long, not after she caught Larry.
She returned wearing a red embroidered Mexican smock, red painted earrings, and silver jewelry. Grant complimented her on the outfit and drove her to an elegant restaurant on Town Lake.
She ordered the least expensive thing on the menu.
A trick, Grant thought.
To his amazement, he began to enjoy himself. In the candlelight, with her shining eyes and her pretty, sweet smile that seemed to be for him alone, she was beautiful. Larry was forgotten.
Grant began to drink, rather too much. He never got around to offering her money to leave Larry alone. Instead he talked about himself, about his secret dreams. He told her about Susan, their divorce, the hurt of it all. He told her things he'd never told anyone else. How as a child he'd secretly wished to know his own father. How he'd wanted love, how he'd grown up without it, how it was something he no longer believed in.
Then she'd told him about herself, about her loving parents, about their wonderful life together on their small farm until her parents had died in a car accident.
'I want all that again,' she whispered. 'You see, I do believe in love. More than anything, I want a home, children. I even know what I'll name them.'
'What?'
'The boys will be Darius and Homer. The girls Galatea and Electra.'
Grant laughed. Her fingers were toying with the tips of her silverware, and his hand brushed against them accidentally. He felt a warm tingle at the touch of her flesh. She drew her hand away and looked at him, her beautiful face still and silent and tender.
'I-I got those names out of books,' she said in a rush. 'I always loved to read, even as a child. Especially after Mother and Daddy died. I have a master's in English, and I've taught for three years. I'm studying to be a librarian. And now… I really do need to get home. That test… '
She was lovely, lovelier than any woman he had ever known.
She drove. Because she knew Austin better, and because she hadn't drunk any alcohol. On the way back into town, he was grimly silent.
She parked in the dark in front of her apartment building.
'I had a wonderful time,' she whispered. Her face lit with a guileless, naive happiness. Her eyes were sparkling in the darkness.
'So did I.' Grant ran his hand up the pale smoothness of her bare arm.
'You're not like Larry.'
At her mention of his brother, Grant's mood turned grim. 'No?'
'Not at all.'
'I came because Larry wrote that he was serious about you.'
'What?'
'Don't pretend you don't know,' Grant murmured in a coaxing, cynical rasp.
'I'm not pretending. He's just a good friend.'
The wine and the hard liquor Grant had consumed made his thoughts swim. She was so soft and lovely, this gypsy girl, so totally different, she mesmerized him. His emotions were in turmoil. 'You're poor. He's rich.'
'I had no idea.' Her voice was a tender whisper. 'He seemed so young and so mixed-up. I felt sorry for him.'
'I told you not to pretend with me.'
'Grant… ' She looked lost.
He swore under his breath. 'You're good, girl. Very good. Maybe you can fool Larry with your angel face and your innocent, sweet Bohemian act, but you can't fool me. All night you've tantalized me, smiled at me, beckoned me with your beauty. You don't love my brother.'
'No, I don't.'
Silver bracelets jingled. She reached for the door handle, but his larger hand closed over hers. The minute he touched her, he was lost.
She was warm satin flesh. Her pulse raced beneath his fingertips. He was on fire. His gaze rested on her soft lush red mouth for one second only. Then his lips covered hers. He circled her with his arms. She tried to cry out, but his hot, ravaging mouth stifled all utterance. She was trembling with fear, and with some other emotion that more than matched the power of his own blind passion.
She was warm and sweet like heated honey. An angel who was erotic as no wanton could ever be. Shock waves of desire surged through every aching nerve in his body. He wanted her, as he had never wanted another. This funny, seemingly innocent woman-child who was poor, who was a gypsy girl.
Her slim body was crushed beneath the power of his weight, and the hands that had been pushing against his chest stopped pushing. He felt them curl weakly around his neck, and she pulled him closer, returning his kisses
