Every Move You Make

Time was running out…

Zach glanced down at Mariah’s sleeping face, hearing a silent clock tick off in his head. She’d offered to show him the ropes. He’d agreed to show her how to be sexy. Zach swallowed hard. The only problem was, Mariah would send him into cardiac arrest if she were any sexier.

He trailed his fingers down over her hip. She shivered in her sleep, bringing a grin to his face as he edged his fingers over her hipbone toward the soft curls between her thighs. Her breathing grew shallower and her thighs opened in sweet invitation.

Good God, but she was beautiful.

Now that she was no longer lying against his chest, Zach saw the chance to further Mariah’s sensual education. Still teasing her lightly with his fingers, he trailed gentle kisses down her throat, along her breasts and stomach, and was delighted by her body’s uninhibited response. Feeling her growing restlessness, Zach shifted on the bed and continued his downward path of kisses. He felt supreme satisfaction when he heard Mariah’s breath hitch the moment his mouth touched her, giving her what she’d been unconsciously asking for.

They might not have much time together. But Zach intended to make every minute count….

Dear Reader,

If you’re like us, you read every book in the TRUEBLOOD, TEXAS continuity series. So you can only imagine how tickled we were when we were asked to pick up the reins—along with fellow Blaze authors Vicki Lewis Thompson and Debbi Rawlins—and revisit the Truebloods, this time with a Blaze twist.

In Every Move You Make, ex-cowhand, now P.I. Mariah Clayborn offers up a striking proposal Indiana Trueblood Zach Letterman is loath to refuse—she’ll teach him about private investigating if he teaches her all the things a man wants in a woman. All too quickly, telling leads to showing, and showing leads to the discovery of a passion so hot it burns them both. Only, their encounters leave Mariah even more confused than ever. Because rather than showing her what a man wants, Zach’s teaching her to take what she wants. And what she wants is…him!

We hope you enjoy our sizzling addition to the TRUEBLOOD, TEXAS series. We’d love to hear what you think. Write to us at P.O. Box 1271, Toledo, OH 43611, or visit us on the Web at www.toricarrington.com.

Here’s wishing you love, romance and hot reading!

Lori & Tony Karayianni

aka Tori Carrington

Every Move You Make

Tori Carrington

www.millsandboon.co.uk

This one’s for all our Texan friends!

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

Prologue

WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?

Jennifer Rodriquez Madison balanced the phone between her chin and shoulder while she wildly wrote notes with one hand and stuffed a cracker into her mouth with the other, trying like crazy to do the work of three people. She was afraid she was not only failing, but failing miserably. She eyed the agitated potential new client talking nonstop in front of her desk, then felt her heart squeeze as she glanced at her crying infant in the portable crib next to her.

When both Ralph Budnick and Roy Morales of Budnick and Morales Private Investigations retired, Jennifer saw their departure as an opportunity of a lifetime. Of course she’d taken the fact that she was newly married and about to have a baby completely for granted.

Now that the baby was three months old and Jen was back at the outside office, instead of working in the comfort of her home office, she was terrified that her decision to take on the company alone would be the death of her.

The cowbell on the front door clanged. Jennifer spared the latest visitor enough of a glance to notice he was tall, gorgeous and about as welcome at that moment as a deadly virus. “If you’re here for an ongoing investigation, or looking to hire us for a new one,” she told him, “I’m going to have to ask you to come back at another time.”

She blindly found Annie’s pacifier, where it was attached by a length of yarn to the front of her jumpsuit, and popped it into her mouth. Annie instantly spit it out and continued vying for the “most neglected baby of the year” award.

“So are you going to take my case or not?” the woman in front of her desk asked, tapping red fingernails against an alligator-skin purse Jennifer suspected was real. “A friend of mine recommended your agency to me.” She looked around, disdain written on her well made-up face. “But seeing what I have so far, I can’t imagine why.”

Jennifer bristled and moved the silent receiver to her other ear, hoping the client she had on hold wouldn’t hang up as she waited out someone else who had put her on hold. She absently realized that the tall stranger who had entered hadn’t left. “You’re right, Mrs. McCabe. Maybe we’re not equipped to handle cases like you’re describing. Have you ever thought of actually asking your husband if he’s being unfaithful?”

“What kind of question is that?” Mrs. McCabe asked. Her carefully painted face had turned red.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. A commonsense one? And definitely a step up from hiring an attractive, flirty woman to entrap him at a country club.”

The woman scoffed.

The stranger moved out of Jennifer’s eyeshot and almost instantly Annie quieted. Jennifer swiveled to find him hesitantly tickling the fussy infant. He gave Jennifer a sheepish grin that made her blink then began to pull his hand back. With a loud cry, Annie let her thoughts on the matter be known. Jennifer couldn’t blame her daughter. She’d much rather have a great-looking guy tickling her, too.

“May I?” the stranger asked, indicating he’d like to pick Annie up.

Let’s see, a choice between earsplitting screams and a happy baby? Jennifer gestured for him to go ahead. She watched as he awkwardly lifted her up and held her at arm’s length, staring at her as curiously as Annie stared back. Jen opened her mouth to tell him to support her head, then the stranger awkwardly but successfully held Annie to his wide chest. He wore a coffee-colored suit that had Northerner written all over it, and he had the type of handsome good looks that would have turned her head before she had stumbled into Ryan’s life for a case she was working on and had her own life turned upside down.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Jennifer asked him, thinking it a pretty good guess that he hadn’t popped up out of the blue to help her with her unhappy daughter.

Maybe Ryan was right about what he had said that morning. He’d tried to convince her to keep working out of the house so that they could, um, pursue their personal interests as well as her business interests. He had also said she had bitten off a little more than she could chew. She sat up straighter, merely thinking the words making her feel combative. His overprotective tendencies both endeared him to her and irritated her. And those tendencies had quadrupled with the birth and his adoption of little Annie.

Of course Ryan was easily sidetracked if need be. A scrap of sexy lingerie and he was putty in her hands.

Jennifer’s mind began to drift to all things sexy and hot but she forced herself to concentrate on the matter at hand.

“I’m Zach Letterman,” the visitor said with a mid-western accent, a smile softening his striking features as he looked into Annie’s face.

“Is there another agency you could recommend?” Mrs. McCabe was saying insistently, making no secret that she found the intrusion insulting. “Someone who can handle the type of case I’m proposing?”

Letterman, Letterman, Jennifer thought, trying to place the name.

Another telephone line rang, only adding to the general state of chaos. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mrs. McCabe, but as you can see, I’m very busy right now. If you’d like to leave your card, I’ll contact you later with any possibilities I come up with.”

Jennifer’s gaze was again pulled to the stranger.

He quietly cleared his throat. “Lily recommended me to you.”

“Lily?”

“The job opening?” He grinned at her and she widened her eyes at the megawatt smile. “Looks like you could certainly use a hand around here.”

“Oh. Oh!” Jennifer nearly pushed the package of crackers from her desk in her rush to shake his hand. “You’re that Mr. Letterman. Lily’s cousin from Indiana. I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She checked her calendar. “Oh. Tomorrow is…well, today, isn’t it?”

She recalled the phone conversation she’d had with Lily last week. Lily Garrett Bishop and her brother Dylan Garrett had established Finders Keepers out of San Antonio, Texas, in honor of their great-grandmother Isabella Trueblood. Aside from being a good friend, Lily regularly sent work Jennifer’s way, doubling and sometimes tripling her workload. Her first case for Lily was also instrumental in her meeting and marrying her husband, Ryan. Lily had known Budnick and Morales Private Investigation desperately needed new blood and had recommended Zach Letterman to Jennifer.

And here he was now in the flesh…and what handsome flesh it was.

Mrs. McCabe slapped a postcard-sized piece of stiff paper filled with phone numbers onto the desk in front of Jennifer. “I expect to hear from you promptly with suggestions on who else I might consult.”

Jennifer made a face and forced herself to be polite.

“Mrs. Madison?”

The voice coming through the receiver nearly startled her, she’d been on hold for so long. Jennifer straightened the phone. “I’m still here.”

“Sorry to have taken so long, but someone misplaced your test results and it took some doing to find them.”

Jennifer waved her hand as she watched Mrs. McCabe huff through the front door. “And…?”

“And congratulations,” her ob-gyn told her. “You and your husband are going to have a new addition to your family in about eight months.”

Jennifer stared sightlessly at the blinking lights on the phone in front of her, and glanced at the man holding her infant baby. She and Ryan had talked of having several children. But so soon?

“Mrs. Madison? Jennifer? Are you still there?”

Jennifer was so distracted by the news she hung up the receiver without saying goodbye.

Then she turned toward Zach. “You’re hired.”

1

WELL, THINGS CERTAINLY WORKED differently down here, didn’t they?

In the two days since Zach Letterman had traded Indianapolis, Indiana, for first San Antonio, then Midland, Texas, that was his most remarkable discovery. Things worked differently in the Lone Star State. Sure, he’d expected some differences—the sweltering summer heat, the manner of speaking, the types of food. But he’d been unprepared for the generosity of character, the easygoing nature that each Texan he’d so far encountered had displayed as proudly as he wore his custom-made suits. The most remarkable people so far being his cousins Lily Bishop and Dylan Garrett.

From the moment he’d contacted Lily and Dylan a month ago with his proposal, they’d treated him like part of the family. It hadn’t mattered that he’d never seen them before. They’d accepted him as easily as if they’d had countless snowball fights in the backyard when they were kids. He glanced out the window at the Texas landscape, thinking maybe snowballs wouldn’t have been an option. Playing cowboys and Indians probably would fit better.

The infant in his arms wriggled. Zach gazed down at the bundle as if surprised to find he still held her. She was all pink and new and weighed next to nothing in his arms. He’d never held an infant before. Somehow he hadn’t expected them to be so…light.

Zach carefully put the now sleeping infant back in her carrier then wiped at a spot of drool on the front of his suit.

“How soon can you start?” Jennifer Madison asked. “Oh! I can’t believe I left Denton Gawlick on hold. Give me a minute.”

“I have all the time in the world.”

And he did. Zach crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Jennifer pick the phone receiver back up and punch at one of the red blinking lights. After ten years of grueling, twenty-hour days spent building up his tool and die company in Indianapolis, Indiana, he’d taken a good long look at his life and the way he was living it and decided it was time to make some changes. But it had taken his grandmother’s death six months ago to compel him to implement those changes.

Of course, becoming a private investigator hadn’t even been on the list of possibilities. He’d debated entering the Peace Corps, starting a charity to fight world hunger, traveling the world with little more than the clothes on his back, leaving his credit cards and tremendous cash resources at home. But losing his last, closest living relative, the woman who had raised him after his father disappeared and his mother died, had had a tremendous effect on him he was still trying to sort through. It had ignited in him a longing for family connections he no longer had. Stories Nana had told him as a kid sitting in front of the fireplace with her had come back to him, and he’d realized he’d absorbed every word and could probably recite them even now. And it had been the stories of his Texas relatives that had captured his imagination the most. And so had Trueblood, Texas, the town that had been named after his great-aunt Isabella Trueblood.

With Nana’s death, he’d felt adrift, in need of more than just the changes he’d wanted to make to his life that would send him in a direction toward a more fulfilling career. He’d needed to connect with someone. His family.

So he’d hired a local detective agency and found out that his cousins Lily Bishop and Dylan Garrett had continued on with the family legacy laid out by Isabella Trueblood by opening their own agency, Finders Keepers, a detective agency dedicated to reuniting family members and lost loves. The rightness of their pursuit, and how it tied into what he knew about Great-Aunt Isabella Trueblood, had his mind start clicking in directions he would never have considered before. And within two months of receiving the background report on his Texas relatives, he’d made contact and offered up a business proposal.

But meeting Lily and Dylan in the flesh had been less business-oriented and much more personal than he could have ever imagined. And fruitful in so many ways. After spending a day with them and their blossoming families, he’d gone into Finders Keepers and was immediately hooked. After hearing their many success stories, he’d known down to the bone that his decision was the right one. That he was doing the right thing. The only problem was that everyone in Trueblood knew who he was. There weren’t all that many true Truebloods left without creating a fuss in the small town. And that’s when Lily came up with the idea of sending him to Jennifer Madison to learn the ropes incognito, the only ones knowing his true identity being Jennifer and her husband, Ryan. He would become a private investigator. Just as he’d worked from the bottom rung of the ladder up in his tool and die business, he would learn the art of private investigating in the same way.

And here he was, gazing at pretty Jennifer Madison, waiting for the next step of his life to begin.

Jennifer Madison was more than merely pretty; she was stunning in ways Zach couldn’t begin to count. Lily had spoken highly of the young woman, and Zach could see why. Anyone would have been overwhelmed by the busyness of the office he’d seen so far. But Jennifer seemed to be managing, although barely. And the little one dozing next to her desk was a gem. Whoever Jennifer’s husband was, he was one lucky guy.

Jennifer gave a deep sigh of relief, pulling Zach’s gaze and attention back to her. “Mr. Gawlick. Good, good, you’re still there. I’m sorry to have kept you on hold for so long…” She smiled. “Yes, of course, I understand that you want a spot person from our agency involved with your case.” She eyed Zach. “In fact, I’m looking at just the person for the job as we speak.”

Zach raised a brow.

“I understand the urgency. Yes. No. Very good, Mr. Gawlick. My associate should be there shortly.”

She replaced the receiver and smiled at Zach.

He cleared his throat. “I take it you were talking about me?”

“Uh-huh.” Jennifer reached down and tucked a blanket around the infant’s tiny body. “Mr. Denton Gawlick, of the Odessa Gawlicks. He and his wife are renewing their wedding vows in a week. Only the dress Mrs. Gawlick was hoping to wear, well, it’s been languishing somewhere in lost airline baggage hell for the past week.”

Zach rubbed his chin and grinned. “The case of the missing wedding dress?” Definitely not Mickey Spillane material. Then again, it had its possibilities.

Jennifer laughed and tilted her head to look at him closely. “You’re not licensed yet, right?”

Zach narrowed his gaze, hoping she wouldn’t use his lack of experience as a reason to change her mind. “Right. I’m not just wet behind the ears, I’m soaked.”

She opened a drawer and fingered through files before taking one out and handing it to him. “Then this should be a great case to break you in with.” He must have registered the surprise on his face because she said, “Don’t worry. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was an accountant. You have Lily’s highest recommendation, so you have my complete trust.”

Zach eyed her, still not sure how to take this new way of operating. He didn’t think he’d be half as generous if their positions were reversed. Referral or not, he’d have checked the applicant’s references, asked a ton of questions, and still would have been hesitant to trust the candidate.

Things really did work differently down here.

He swallowed. “Thank you, Mrs. Madison. I’ll make sure your trust isn’t misplaced.”

“It’s Jennifer,” she said as if by rote, then paused while going through some papers and looked at him. “Are you staying in town?”

“Actually, I haven’t checked into my hotel yet.”

“Good. Because right after meeting the client, you’ll have to head down to Houston and Clayborn Investigations. You see, I already farmed the case out to another agency to look into the dress down there since the flight the bag was scheduled to be on was bound for Hobby. But Mr. Gawlick wants someone from our agency to be hands-on, and so long as he’s paying for it…”

“We’re there.”

Her smile widened. “Yes. We’re there.”

Zach couldn’t help but grin back at her even as he mentally prepared a list of questions. What groundwork had been laid down on the case already? Was there any advice on how to handle Mr. Gawlick? How should he document his expenses? Was there some sort of ID he should use? But before he could ask a single question, the phone started ringing, the baby started crying, and the few quiet moments they had just experienced vanished into a chaotic never-never land.

“Call if you need anything,” Jennifer said as she propped the phone between chin and shoulder then reached for the wailing infant.

“Right.” Zach hesitated. He supposed he’d have to find answers to his own questions, which, when you thought about it, was what being a private investigator was all about, right? He started toward the door, nodding at Jennifer’s light wave as she adeptly handled both the caller and the baby. He stepped outside the office and into the warm Texas sun, then squinted at the file in his hands. His first case.

His first case.

He turned his face up to the sun and grinned.

THIS WAS THE LAST CASE she was going to take on from another agency.

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” Mariah Clayborn said into the telephone. “I look forward to meeting your associate…” What had Jennifer Madison, the P.I. from Midland, said his name was?

“Zach Letterman,” Jennifer said.

“Yes. Zach. Got it.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. She opened her mouth to end the call.

“Is everything all right?” Jennifer cut her off at the pass.

Mariah pushed back her thick dark hair then slumped in her chair. Was her emotional state so apparent that a woman she didn’t even know except via a couple phone calls could tell something was wrong?

“Everything’s fine.” Mariah forced a smile, even though Jennifer couldn’t see it. “Thanks for asking.” She cleared her throat. “I’ll give you a call once Zach and I retrieve the piece of luggage with your client’s dress in it.”

“Good. Good.”

After exchanging goodbyes, Mariah sat pole straight in her chair, her hand still on the receiver that rested in the cradle.

Oh, she supposed just a short time ago everything had been fine, just as she’d proclaimed. She’d been a woman in charge of her own life, with her own agenda, well down the road to convincing herself that she didn’t need a man after her latest breakup.

Then this morning she’d come in to find a section of the office roof had finally given way under the most recent Texas deluge—surely the saying “when it rained, it poured” originated in Texas. Of course it wouldn’t be just any section, but a stretch just above her desk, soaking piles of paperwork and the brand-new chair she’d finally given in to and splurged on a week ago.

But that wasn’t what made today so bad. No. That reason had come while she was cleaning up the mess and her phone rang. She’d snatched it up to find on the line her least favorite person from Hoffland, the small town about forty miles southwest in which she was raised—gossipy Miss Twila Seidwick.

At first she’d been more than a little irritated that the woman was calling her at work. Then she’d been afraid that something had happened to her widowed father and Twila was calling with the news.

Thankfully her father was fine. Twila had been calling to gloat over the fact that Mariah’s third ex-boyfriend in two years had just gotten engaged within a week of breaking up with her.

Merely thinking about it made her brain go numb.

Normally Mariah would have said good riddance, and maybe even called up and offered her condolences to the blushing bride-to-be. But all three? Not one, not two, but all three of her ex-boyfriends had dumped her then become engaged within a week of breaking up with her.

It was enough to give a girl a complex.

She could see her headstone now. She inspired men to want to get married. Just not to her.

She leaned back in her chair, cringing when the sound of the plastic bag under her rear end mixed with the squishy sound of the water that still soaked the pad of her chair. Her brand-new chair. The chair she’d dropped two hundred dollars on because, well, she’d liked it. And now it was ruined.

“Good morning, Mar. My, don’t you look pretty today.”

Mariah made a face at her cousin as he came in the front door. For all intents and purposes, George was a pretty good guy. He had inherited the trademark Clayborn dark hair and pleasing features, but where they looked good on him, they made her look…well, tom-boyish. She glanced at her watch. But the biggest difference between them lay in that she didn’t know when to stop working, and her slightly younger cousin didn’t know when to start. “You always tell me that,” she murmured, glancing down at her old, faded jeans and T-shirt, then pushing at her thick hair again.