“Grill her is more like it.” Chase snorted and took Kendall’s elbow in a gentlemanly grip. “I’d like to get to know her for a little while.” Without waiting for his mother’s reply, he led her away from the chattering women.
“Another Chandler brother who rescues women in need?” Kendall asked, once they were alone.
Chase raised his eyes toward the heavens. “Hell no. That’s Rick’s job. I just saw my mother gearing up for the inquisition and decided to spare you.” He propped one shoulder against the wall, studying her through piercing blue eyes.
Sexy eyes if she weren’t so attracted to his brother instead. “Well, I appreciate you running interference. So tell me a little about you. I understand you run the local paper?”
“The Gazette.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets, a gesture so like Rick she almost laughed. “Oh, yes. You’re a weekly, aren’t you?”
He nodded.
Unlike Rick though, this brother was a man of few words. Yet Kendall liked him, if for no other reason than he’d raised his siblings and obviously had a good heart. Something else the brothers had in common. Kendall glanced over to where Rick stood talking on his cell phone, gesturing with one hand. She grinned. Even when he wasn’t working, he was working. She admired his dedication to his job. Oh, heck, she just plain admired the man.
“Don’t get too attached to him,” Chase said into the silence.
She blinked and turned back, embarrassed at having been caught staring. “I hadn’t planned on it.” But she did want to know why he’d felt compelled to issue the warning. She bit down on her lower lip. “Any chance you want to tell me why?”
“Not really.” His eyes twinkled with mystery and knowledge. “But I will. Rick will walk before he lets you get close to him.”
“Because of his previous marriage?” she asked, speaking the words before thinking them through. She doubted the oldest sibling would discuss his brother’s past.
Sure enough, his eyes narrowed. “Rick told you about that?”
Kendall wouldn’t lie, not even in the name of getting information she’d rather have come from Rick himself. She shook her head. “No, he intimated as much.”
Chase nodded, understanding smoothing the lines in his forehead. “Well, let’s just say once a man’s been dumped by his wife he tends to be more cautious in the future.”
So that was the story. Kendall had sensed as much and a vise clamped her heart at the thought of Rick being hurt by anyone. Especially by a woman.
Chase gave her a steely-eyed stare, as if assessing her character and gearing up for more to say.
“And?” she asked, not wanting him to hold back or censor himself. Though she had a hunch this newspaper-man would always state the cold, hard truth. Whether she liked it or not.
“Don’t count on him giving his heart to any woman. Especially one just passing through.” His voice eased as if attempting to soften the blow.
She’d liked Chase from the start. Now she respected him too. But her heart sank anyway. Sank unreasonably she knew, since she wasn’t giving her heart any more than she was capable of settling down.
“Is that right?” she asked Chase in an attempt to play it cool.
He tipped his head to one side. “Yes, it is. You see, I deal in facts.”
“Spoken like a true journalist,” she said wryly.
“I am what I am.” His mouth lifted in a half smile. “I’m curious about something though. There’s got to be a dozen women in this town banging on your brother’s door. Do you give them the same speech?”
“No, ma’am. My mother cared for your aunt, so by extension that makes you like family.”
There was that word again. Family. The Chandlers tossed it around so easily, but for Kendall things weren’t so simple. Not when it came to family, the one thing she’d never had. Her throat swelled. Glancing at Chase, she managed a grateful nod.
He lifted her chin in his hands. “I’m just trying to help. So consider this conversation my welcome to town gift, okay? Maybe you’ll even thank me one day.”
Perhaps she would. In the meantime, she grappled to get her feet cemented on the floor and fix Chase’s notion that she was the one about to be hurt. “Journalists don’t work on assumptions, do they?” she asked him.
“Nope. Why do you ask?”
“Because you’re assuming I’ll be the one to fall hard for your brother.” She leaned toward Chase and whispered in his ear. “News flash: I’m not sticking around long enough to worry about being hurt or dumped. But I’ve been known to make a pretty big impact on a guy.” She hoped her words would be prophetic. No falling, no heartache, not for her. “So maybe it’s your brother who needs this warning, his feelings you need to worry about. Not mine.” She forced a grin.
Chase let out a loud laugh. His first full smile of the night tilted his lips, giving Kendall a glimpse at the sexier side a woman could fall for. Another woman, she thought wryly. She’d already fallen for Rick.
“You know I can see why Rick likes you. You need anything while you’re in town, just give me a call.”
“Thank you.” On impulse, Kendall touched his arm.
“Ahem.” The sound of Rick clearing his throat interrupted the moment.
Kendall’s heart leapt at the sight of him. She hadn’t realized she’d missed his presence, but now she was glad he’d been able to get away from police business, the phone, and the people demanding his attention. Glad he’d come to stand by her side.
Uh-oh. She recalled Chase’s warning, and issued a strict reminder to tread carefully while she was here. But her pulse tripled and her mouth grew dry, the attraction stronger than rational thought.
“What’s going on?” Rick’s steady gaze settled on their physical connection.
She’d been so caught up in the joy of seeing him, she’d forgotten her hand lingered on Chase’s arm and she jerked her hand back at the same time Chase let
