Risky Moves

She could see everything

Adam’s clothes made a messy trail across the floor; the tub was filled to the brim, the water perfectly clear. Five feet ten inches of presumably naked man was sunk into it up to his armpits.

With his eyes closed.

Loath to disturb him, but drawn inside nonetheless, Julia inched closer. Adam didn’t move so much as an eyelash. She should wake him up, she thought, before his bones boiled down to jelly. Soon as she got a good long look.

The thought of all that exposed skin—wet, warm and male—made her fingers twitch. What would happen if she touched him? Very, very lightly?

She leaned over the tub, one hand extended, one finger unfurling….

“What are you looking for?” His eyes were open. Electric. She sprang back, but his fingers were already locked around her wrist. She didn’t try to escape. Why run when all she really wanted was to stay?

His quiet question hung in the air. What are you looking for?

“You,” she said. For the past ten years.

Dear Reader,

When I began writing Smooth Moves (Harlequin Temptation Heat #839), I wasn’t thinking of doing a spin-off book. But as I developed Zack Brody’s story, his somewhat mysterious brother Adam became a large part of the plot, even though he remained offstage. Then Julia Knox popped up, hinting at her history with Adam—what did happen on the night of her eighteenth birthday?—and I knew there was another story to be told.

So here we go again! Zack and Cathy are getting married. The admiral’s on hand, along with the Heartbroken, and you’ll get to read more about the Brody family, too. Would I forget Lauren? She deserves a “special” hero of her very own…though some might call him her comeuppance.

Welcome back to Quimby!

Carrie

P.S. I love to hear from readers. Please write to me in care of Harlequin, through www.temptationauthors.com, or by clicking on my name in the author pages at www.eHarlequin.com.

Books by Carrie Alexander

HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

689—BLACK VELVET

704—A TOUCH OF BLACK VELVET

720—BLACK VELVET VALENTINES

839—SMOOTH MOVES

HARLEQUIN DUETS

25—CUSTOM-BUILT COWBOY

32—CONTERFEIT COWBOY

38—KEEPSAKE COWBOY

HARLEQUIN BLAZE

20—PLAYING WITH FIRE

Risky Moves

Carrie Alexander

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Prologue

“THIS IS THE BEST IDEA you’ve ever had,” Julia said, trying to convince herself. She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to muss the spread, and folded her hands in her lap. “Quit fussing. Just sit and wait. He’ll be here any minute.”

A bottle of the most expensive champagne she could afford—fifteen dollars—was chilling in the motel’s plastic ice bucket. Red roses were positioned on the mirrored bureau so that the reflection made the bouquet seem doubly extravagant. She’d brought along every candle she could scrounge up and had placed them all around the room, giving the anonymous space a romantic glow. She’d even bought a box of condoms and put on the sexiest lingerie she owned—a peach silk robe and matching slip-style nightie.

The minutes ticked by. Julia tightened her threaded fingers. When her stomach fluttered, she told herself it was nerves, not misgivings.

The stage was set. She knew what she was doing.

Complete physical intimacy was the next step in a logical progression.

It was time for her to make love with Zack Brody.

1

Ten years later

EVEN AT THE BEST of times, Adam Brody didn’t care for wedding receptions. The clamoring crowd, the overabundant feast, the cloying scents of flowers, perfume and aftershave—not his style. But it was clear that rock-bottom bad had been achieved when the maid of honor walked up to him and said, “I want to defy death.”

The wedding had gone off without a hitch. And, really, Adam had nothing to complain about, considering that he’d tolerated far worse ordeals. Like three months in a hospital bed flat on his back. He’d been managing—aside from his stint as toastmaster general—to fly below the radar of most of the guests.

That is, until Julia Knox made her big pronouncement.

Adam nearly swallowed the toothpick from the little sugared grape and melting cheese thingamabob he’d just popped into his mouth. The Quimby Woodwind Trio was playing a reedy rendition of “Sunrise, Sunset,” which meant his slow torture was almost over. He was one round of goodbyes away from freedom.

First he’d have to deal with Julia. Of all the words he’d imagined she might say when they met again, “I want to defy death” weren’t among them.

Carefully he removed the frilled toothpick from his mouth. “Pardon?”

“I want to defy death.” She looked straight at him with serious hazel eyes. Julia was almost always serious. Which was why he couldn’t fathom—

“Teach me how,” she said. Forcefully. Without blinking. As if she weren’t wearing several hundred dollars worth of tulle and a floral headpiece that made her look like Heidi of the Alps.

Weddings did strange things to women’s heads, inside and out. After Adam’s one brush with the phenomenon had ended in catastrophe across the board, he’d renewed his policy to avoid contact with marriage-minded females whenever possible. The fact that his older brother, Zack, was today’s groom and that he’d played the best man had necessitated some pretty fancy footwork—especially for a gimp. Luckily Zack understood, having endured three solid months of his fiancée’s obsession with color matching, ribbon tying and invitation lists.

Plain and simple, weddings made women nuts.

Julia Knox, however…

She wasn’t the type.

Maybe she’d changed in the years since Adam had left Quimby, his small Midwestern hometown. Calm, reasonable Julia was the woman least likely to change, but, hey—anything was possible.

Adam tilted his head. In spite of his vow to stay detached, she’d aroused his curiosity.

“This might not be the ideal time to bring this up,” she said, “but it’s now or never. For such a prominent member of the wedding party, you’ve been rather elusive.”

He shrugged, remaining silent. She had to know why.

Her brows shot up. “I suppose you’ve been thrust under the Quimby microscope whenever you show your face?”

“It’s not my face they’re interested in.”

Not one for sidelong looks and whispers behind hands, Julia ran her gaze over his tuxedo-clad body, from the tightly knotted bow tie to the black satin cummerbund and all the way down to the rented patent leather wing tips that pinched his toes. She lingered openly over his troublesome legs. A majority of the wedding guests had done the same, particularly when he’d offered his arm to escort Julia down the aisle. He’d wondered if they were waiting for him to stumble.

Julia’s interest was concerned and kind, not speculative. Although his reaction—a hot flush of awareness—was disconcerting, he put it down to more of the same. Ergo, further humiliation. His aversion to being the object of curiosity and gossip was a large part of his dislike for the otherwise acceptable reception. He’d joined the wedding party at the last moment and had planned to duck out of the reception as soon as possible, until his sense of obligation had stopped him. He could be elusive. He couldn’t be rude, not at Zack’s wedding. He owed his brother his life.

Involuntarily, Adam shifted from foot to foot as the muscles in his lower back and left hip started to quiver and contract. It’s only tension, he thought, concentrating on relaxing the tightness before it became a spasm. He imagined a clear, cold river washing over him. Through him.

Relax. It’s only Julia.

Her forthright gaze returned to his face. She didn’t say anything about how “good, really good” he looked. She only blinked, let go of her concern and then reassumed the determined set of her mouth. No pity from Julia, he thought. Thanks, Goldie.

She took a breath. “You wouldn’t know it to look at me—” when she touched the beaded bodice of her wedding getup he obligingly looked at the me part of her that swelled in the scooped neckline “—but my life is dull. I need a few thrills and chills. A challenge to shake up the status quo. I figure you’re the guy to come to.” She gestured with one hand. A delicate pearl bracelet slid over her smooth forearm. His gaze shifted, catching on it, then on the fragile knob of her wrist bone, and just like that he couldn’t look away. He didn’t know why, except that suddenly there was a swirling in his gut, like a strong, sucking whirlpool.

“I need to take a few risks. Feel the rush.” She hesitated, putting her hands on her hips, her face infused with the drama of it all. “Teach me how to be a daredevil, Adam.”

Oh, no, he thought at once.

Not him. Not her. After all these years, definitely not her.

His silence would have been leaden if not for the clarinets. The song ended on a long, wobbly note, and he shrugged negligently, as if he really didn’t care about any of it. “Go eat a chunk of wedding cake, Goldie. The sugar high will cure you.” He turned away, trying to pretend he hadn’t seen the hurt that had lightning-flashed over her face.

She grasped his sleeve. “Just like old times, is it? You cuffing me on the shoulder and then running away? I know a brush-off when I get one, Adam Brody.”

“I’m not sure that you do.”

She looked at his sleeve. Deliberately unclenched her fingers as she said in a low voice, “No one calls me Goldie these days.”

“Too high school now that you’re a mature adult and upstanding citizen?”

She made a face at herself. “Seems like I’ve always been a mature adult, doesn’t it?”

No, he thought, remembering with a startling clarity the one time she’d been as reckless as he, Quimby’s notorious daredevil. It wasn’t something they talked about. For the past ten years, they’d been very good at avoiding the slightest mention of it. To Adam, Julia Knox was his brother’s girlfriend and she always would be. End of story.

“Zack is married,” she said, reading his face. “It’s official. Lock, stock and honeymoon.”

“That doesn’t change our—” Adam stopped. Or did it? With marriage, was the unspoken law that brothers don’t share the same girl no longer in effect? For a moment, he experienced a glorious relief. His longtime burden of guilt shifted—a boulder rocking at the first wedge of the crowbar. Then he thought of Laurel Barnard, who’d caused a rift between them so immense only a near tragedy had closed it, and the boulder rolled firmly back into place.

“It’s been years since Zack and I broke up.” Julia produced a rusty chuckle. “I think you and I are allowed to be…friends.” Her lashes lowered. He saw her swallow.

Nervous? he wondered. Unsure? Julia?

“Sure.” He nodded, acting agreeable only to get out of the tight spot. He had no intention of taking up with her—she was far too dangerous to his status quo. “No problem. We’ve always been friends, right?” He gave her arm a strictly friendly squeeze, and there went the whirlpool again. They weren’t friends, he reminded himself, stepping away from the buffet tables. They couldn’t be.

Because they shared a secret. And it was a whopper. Too gigantic and shameful to openly discuss. But it would always be there, looming between them, as unscalable as a sheer rock wall.

“Then there’s no reason you can’t teach me how to sky dive,” Julia said in a flurry, aware that he was desperate to get away.

That stopped him. He cocked his head again. “Sky dive? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I’m serious. It’s the riskiest thing I can think of.”

“You’re nuts.” Flat-out nuts. And he was no longer sure it was the wedding that had gotten to her. She seemed rational enough about Zack’s marriage, what with being the maid of honor and all, so maybe that wasn’t what was freaking her out.

Still…

Julia Knox—skydiving? Conventional Julia, the pretty, popular, nice girl who’d been nicknamed Goldie after Fort Knox, although privately he’d always considered the name a suitable tribute to her shining example of female perfection. Zack Brody and Julia Knox had been the perfect Ken-and-Barbie couple of Quimby High School—basketball captain and head cheerleader, class president and Honor Society inductee, homecoming king and queen. They went together like sugar and cream.

A few years, a little trauma—even Zack’s marriage to Cathy Timmerman—couldn’t change the essence of that. Julia Knox didn’t need to shake up her life. She was, and always would be, twenty-four-karat gold.

“You’ve been watching ‘Road Rules’ again,” he scoffed. “Or maybe travel documentaries on the adventure channel?”

“Don’t condescend, Adam.”

He smiled at her stubborn resolve. Maybe her sweet nature had turned a little tart in the years he’d been away. “Sorry. It’s just that you of all people—” He looked her up and down. “Out of everyone I know, you’re the person with her feet most firmly stuck to the ground.”

“Exactly the point.”

He shook his head. “Don’t ask me to help you with this crazy idea. Go to a skydiving school if you have to, but don’t ask me.”

She reached for his hands and almost got them, too, except that he backed off. He was still quick enough for an elusive maneuver when he needed one. Too bad that meant he was trapped in the far corner of Jerome’s, blocked from the exit by a jumbled maze of guests, fancy-dressed tables and chairs at cockeyed angles. The john was nearby, but what he really needed was to get outside and breathe the fresh night air.

“Adam,” Julia said, her voice catching. He quit scanning the room for an escape route and focused on her face, intrigued despite himself. What was going on in her unleveled head? “I guess I’m scared,” she confessed. Her eyes beseeched him, shimmering with a surprising amount of emotion. “That’s why I asked you. I want someone I know I can trust. Not a stranger.”

“Moot point. I’m not certified to teach skydiving in this state.”

“Oh.” She frowned, stymied for a moment before her troubled brow smoothed. “Rock climbing, then. To begin.”

He could do that. Take her out to one of the granite bluffs he’d scrambled up and down as a kid, make her think it was steep and dangerous, give her enough of a thrill to satisfy whatever urge was driving her and pack it in before lunchtime. He could do that. Maybe.

Maybe.

Doubt crept in. He hated it. He’d never been cautious or afraid before the accident—hiking, biking, rowing, parachuting and rappelling without a moment’s fear. Even now, eighteen months after the accident, when he’d recovered to the point where walking was again a given instead of a small miracle…it wasn’t enough. He was supposed to feel blessed, and instead he was so damned uneasy about his abilities. Not to mention his future.

Julia blinked, growing dismayed by his hesitation. “Oh, Adam. I’m sor—” She stopped herself, her features crimping with concern as her gaze swept over his legs. “I thought—Zack said you’re doing great—”

“No problem.” Adam was brisk about it, though suddenly he was having trouble swallowing. His fingers felt like thumbs as he yanked at the bow tie until it finally came undone. Julia didn’t need to know how feeble he’d been, what a long struggle it had taken to regain even half of the physical skills he’d lost when he’d sped too fast around a treacherous curve on a mountain road and sideswiped a lumbering delivery van. After surviving a succession of risky adventures, he’d been done in by a squat van transporting inner tubes for the Snake River Rafters. The irony wasn’t as amusing as it might have been.

“It’s you I’m concerned with,” he said bluntly. “You’ve never been the daring type. What’s up?”

Julia met his eyes, her chin dimpled like an orange peel because her lips were so firmly set. He held back the impulse to smile. Being deadly serious, she wouldn’t appreciate knowing how cute she looked. “You think I can’t handle it?” she accused. “I’m fit, you know. I work out.” She lifted an arm, crooking her elbow and clenching a fist to show him her biceps. “I’m perfectly capable and—and mentally prepared.”

“To defy death?”

“Um. That might have been an overstatement.”

To get his attention—which she had. But he still had no idea of her reasoning. “All this because you’re bored?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why do you do it?”

His tight answering smile was an evasion. “I don’t remember.” Didn’t want to remember was more like it. Remembering would mean wanting, and wanting meant trying. There were times, he’d learned, that it hurt too much to try. Which was something he’d never expected to cop to, considering all the do-or-die instances when he’d hung off a rock wall with his muscles screaming, forcing his numb fingertips to clench on a handhold just…one…more…time.

“I remember,” Julia said. Her face softened. “You’ve been a daredevil ever since Chuck Cheswick double-dog dared you to climb the water tower when you were ten. I also remember how you used to scare the life out of Zack. He was always watching over your escapades.”

“And bailing me out.”

“Yes, and bailing you out.” It was obvious what they were both thinking of now. About a year and a half ago, there’d been a blowup between him and Zack over Laurel Barnard, the woman Adam had fallen for in a bad way. Laurel had manipulated the situation, playing one brother against the other until they were twisted into knots. After a major argument, Adam had made a heated escape, leaving Laurel to worm out of Zack what she’d been after all along—a marriage proposal from the man known as Heartbreak Brody, the biggest catch in Quimby. A short time later, Adam’s car accident had called Zack to Idaho on the eve of the wedding—trumping Laurel’s worst-laid plans.

Adam figured he owed Zack double. First for saving him from the scheming Laurel, then for saving him from despair when the doctors had told him he might not walk again. Zack had stayed for an entire year, putting his life and reputation on hold to inspire, cajole and harangue Adam until he was back on his feet. Performing as the best man at his brother’s real wedding despite the curious stares and pitying attention was the least Adam could do in return.

“Hey, Madman,” said Fred Spangler, waving from a group of plotting groomsmen. “Get over here, fella. We’ve gotta strategize over how to trash the groom’s getaway car.”

Adam looked at Julia. “Sorry. Duty calls.”

“But what about—”

He stepped around her when she didn’t move. “Nice talking to you.”

She reached out for a brief, firm hug, sending a jolt through him. Usually she kept her distance. “It’s wonderful to see you again,” she murmured. “You look…”

Good. Really good! Adam gritted his teeth in anticipation.

Julia swung her head, making her smooth golden-brown hair sweep across the small satin bows that lay flat against her shoulders. “You look thoroughly civilized.”

Civilized?

“Hey—what does that mean?” Adam said, but Fred Spangler grabbed his arm and pulled him away, leaving Julia looking after him with a taunting little smile playing across her lips.

THE WOODWIND TRIO played a slow, spitty-sounding Irish melody to wind down the evening as Julia made her way across the restaurant to her table. A slice of wedding cake waited at her place, thickly frosted with green and white globs that were supposed to be lily of the valley even though this was an autumn wedding. Julia had advised Cathy that detailed artistry was beyond Velda Thompson, Quimby’s one and only unrenowned cake decorator, but you couldn’t talk sense to a woman about to tie the knot. Brides had their own cockeyed logic. A mystery to Julia, who liked order, stability, cause and effect. Under normal circumstances, she couldn’t imagine thinking like a bride.

But these circumstances weren’t normal.

Her tablemates were off chatting, boozing or schmoozing, so Julia allowed herself a loud sigh, then propped her elbows on the table. Disconsolate, she considered the cake a long while before stabbing it with a fork. There was no need to sleep with a slice of wedding cake under her pillow. She didn’t want marriage just now—she wanted change. Excitement.

Adam Brody.

The sooner the better.

Ever since Cathy had confided that Adam had agreed to return to Quimby and act as Zack’s best man, Julia had been filled with an unusual restless energy. This was her last chance to follow the road not taken. She was certain.

Either she put the vitality back into her life or she settled for more of the same. Either she made Adam see her in a new light or she gave him up for good. A woman could live modestly and pine after a man for only so long before she became pathetic.

For these many years, she’d been careful to keep her feelings for Adam Brody secret. But some of her friends must suspect by now. Cathy knew, for certain, which meant Zack probably did. Being Zack, as honorable as he was handsome, he’d been completely discreet about the potential complications. Julia had no doubt that he’d offer his blessing, if it ever came to that.

Ever?

Or never?

Julia shivered. She could face never if she had to. There were worse things.

Like skydiving.

Oh, good grief, what was she thinking? Adam was right. She wasn’t the type. Just as she wasn’t his type.

Redheaded Allie Spangler came over and plopped into a chair. She eyed the wedding cake, pierced by an upright fork. “Aren’t you going to eat that?” she asked hungrily. Her gaze darted around the elegant restaurant, searching for Fred. She and her husband had been on a diet for several months now, but she was always sneaking snacks behind his back.

Julia nudged the plate toward her longtime friend. “Feel free.”

“Adam’s looking really good.” Allie moaned as she scooped a dollop of sugary frosting on her fingertip. “I halfway expected a wasted shell of a man, but…” She glanced at the gaggle of groomsmen, smacking her lips. “He hardly even limps.”

“Yes.” Julia didn’t need to follow Allie’s stare. An image of Adam was burned on her mind. His tousled brown hair, the lean, athletic body in a rumpled tux, tie undone, collar open. His face. His sober face. Always intense, but now hardened by an intimate knowledge of struggle and pain. And so…guarded. It hurt her to look at him, knowing what he’d been through. Except when the boyish daredevil grin emerged, even briefly, reminding her of the mischievous kid he’d been, the cocky athlete he’d become. Under the austere exterior, he was still the restless young man she’d fallen for more than ten years ago—fallen for as fast and hard as a sky diver with a malfunctioning parachute.

“Aw. Don’t look so mournful.”

Julia shot a curious look at Allie, who smiled through a mouthful of cake.