The Bachelor Next Door

She stepped on one of Andy’s frontline soldiers and hopped on one foot before losing her balance. Rafe snapped out of his trance and caught her in his arms.

She was a light, tempting bundle, and for a moment he forgot everything else—the child, the anger, her ridiculous opinion of his buns. Everything but the fact that she was a woman. And it had been too long since he’d held a woman in his arms. A woman who had more than a fleeting thought drifting through her head. A woman who smelled sweet, not like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. A woman who was trying her damnedest to get out of his arms.

“Please, put me down.” The formal tone again.

“Sure.”

He set her on her feet well away from the Rebel Army, and she gathered her dignity around her like a heavy winter cloak. Ridiculous, considering that she wore nothing but a thin piece of silk, which was clinging to her body like a second skin.

“Thank you,” she said, turning to Rafe. “I’m Cassandra Gambrel. You’ve met Andy.”

Her voice sounded soft and sweet again, which surprised him. He’d expected her to stick with the formal tone. The hand she held out was fine boned, making him feel large and masculine. The nails were painted in a delicate shell pink color that perfectly matched the natural color of her lips. He was in big trouble.

“Rafe Santini,” he said, finishing the introductions she’d begun.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” she said, clutching the lapels of her robe together.

This woman’s skin was the creamiest he’d ever seen. Would it taste as good? He wanted to put his mouth to the pulse beating strongly in her neck and taste it. “I’ll put the knob back for you.”

“The lock sticks,” Cassandra said. “Usually if I wait long enough it loosens.”

“I’ll fix it,” he said, needing the distraction.

“You should get dressed, Mommy.”

Cassandra nodded, then walked down the hall, stopping at the end. “Don’t get in the way, Andy.”

“Aw, Mom.”

Rafe chuckled to himself, remembering how it had been to be growing up and fighting against the ties to your parents.

Andy nodded sagely. “I’m the man of the house now, but Mommy doesn’t let me do that much stuff.”

“Moms are like that.”

Andy sighed, sounding years older than he was. “Yeah, they are.”

Rafe’s attention drifted from the open door and Andy to the woman walking down the hall. Her stride was soft and smooth and her hips swayed temptingly...ah, hell.

Once in her own bedroom, Cass dressed hurriedly, throwing on the first thing she encountered. She rushed through her routine in front of the mirror, not wanting to slow down for fear she’d start thinking about him.

Rafe Santini’s backside was a sight to behold, but he was even more heart stopping from the front. His eyes were a brilliant gray that made her think of glaciers—but with fire burning inside them. His hair was thick, curly, and her fingers tingled with the desire to touch it. His bare chest caused her blood to beat ninety to nothing. She swiftly braided her hair and stuffed her feet into a pair of scuffed Top-Siders.

The one you said had nice buns. The words echoed in her mind like an executioner’s voice asking for last requests. She wanted to die of embarrassment, but that was the least of her problems.

She didn’t like the way Andy had been staring up at Mr. Santini. Like he was some sort of hero, or worse yet, a candidate for a father. Andy had a way of sizing up men that made them scurry to leave, or look at her in a different light. And if Mr. Santini thought of her as a woman, she had a sinking feeling that the prospects for her survival wouldn’t be good.

Since her husband’s death two years ago, Andy had been looking for a replacement daddy. It was nothing overt, but more the quiet contemplation of each and every single man they met. She knew Andy well enough to know that he would probe into Mr. Santini’s background while they worked. Andy would dig into the man’s past with all the enthusiasm of a paleontologist about to uncover a rare dinosaur bone.

Cass hated that she had to apologize to Rafe Santini but knew she owed it to him. She’d been rude. He’d sounded annoyed when she’d questioned him, but she was used to being in charge, used to being the one responsible for solving all of their family problems. It was weird being rescued by a man.

She planned on ignoring the comment Andy had repeated, and if the man had any couth he’d do the same. Besides, what man wanted to talk about his backside?

She stepped into the hall and watched, amazed to see Mr. Santini’s patience with her son. It was obvious to her that he’d had no contact with children on a daily basis. His language was deplorable, as if he didn’t realize that young ears waited to test and try every new word they heard. Yet, he made the effort to be friendly with her son, and some of her discomfort melted away.

Andy’s curiosity was insatiable. He drove his grandmother nearly insane with his questions. Sometimes he even managed to get on her nerves with his demands to know how everything worked. But this stranger, this man, was dealing patiently with Andy. Cass felt a softening near her heart.

She cleared her throat, and they both turned to look at her. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee, Mr. Santini?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Cassandra hated to be called ma’am but figured she should hold her tongue after her earlier ungracious behavior. “Andy, go get ready for school.”

“But, Mommy—”

“Now, please.”

She watched her child walk toward his bedroom looking as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Then she turned to Santini. “Are you done here?”

“Just about. You need to get a new knob. I removed the lock, though, so you won’t get trapped in there again.”

His silver-gray eyes seemed brilliant in the dim light of the hallway. She’d never stood this close to a man as virile as Rafe Santini. His muscles were well defined, but not overdeveloped. She was suddenly aware of how long it had been since she’d exercised. He made her feel shabby and out of shape.

“I’m ready for that coffee now.”

“Sure, follow me.”

His footsteps sounded heavy on the stairs as he followed her down and into her kitchen. She’d used a sunflower border to brighten the room and had purchased all of her accessories with the same motif in mind. She thought her kitchen was sunny and welcoming, but seeing Rafe there made her question that thought. He looked out of place and uncomfortable.

Instead of sitting at the cafе-style table in the corner, he leaned one hip against the kitchen counter. He was dressed in faded jeans that clung to his muscled legs like a glove, accentuating their length and leanness. His bare chest was even more tempting than those gorgeous buns of his. She imagined Rafe as a big cat lying in wait for prey, and tried to convince herself she bore no resemblance to a mouse.

Lust at first sight, her mind said. God, the man was gorgeous. It wasn’t fair that he should look like an ad for decadence and hard living after talking to her son with kindness and consideration.

Rafe made her nervous. It had been too many years since a man had lounged in her kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. She wondered if he’d comment on the lightness of the brew the way Carl always had.

“Thanks for coming to the rescue,” she said, needing to fill the silence. Small talk wasn’t her forte, but she knew she needed to say something.

“No problem.”

But there was a problem. She’d been rude to him and she didn’t know how to bring it up without admitting that she’d known what she was doing at the time. “Mr. Santini...”

“Yeah?”

He stretched out the word like a piece of chewing gum. She hated to hear anyone using slang, but resisted the urge to correct him. “I want to apologize for my rude behavior when you were helping me out of the bathroom.”

He stared at her until Cass was sure her hair must be standing on end or she had something on her face. She rubbed her nose before reaching into the stainless steel refrigerator to get the milk.

“I’m not used to a strange man being in my house.”