Page 4 of Megan's Mate
“Yes, ma’am.” He went forward dutifully, still unsure of his ground. He was enveloped against soft breasts, in soft scents. It eased his somewhat nervous stomach.
“We’re so glad you’re here.” Coco’s eyes teared up sentimentally. “Now the whole family’s in one place. Kevin, this is Mr. Fury. Nate, my grandnephew.”
Nathaniel knew the story, how the scum Baxter Dumont had managed to get some naive kid pregnant shortly before he married Suzanna. The boy was eyeing him now, nervous but contained. Nathaniel realized Kevin knew the story, as well—or part of it.
“Welcome to Bar Harbor.” He offered his hand, which Kevin took politely.
“Nate runs the boat shop and stuff with my dad.” The novelty of saying “my dad” had yet to wear thin with Alex. “Kevin wants to see whales,” he told Nathaniel. “He comes from Oklahoma, and they don’t have any. They hardly have any water at all.”
“We’ve got some.” Kevin automatically defended his homeland. “And we’ve got cowboys,” he added, one-upping Alex. “You don’t have any of those.”
“Uh-huh.” This from Jenny. “I got a whole cowboy suit.”
“Girl,” Alex corrected. “It’s a cowgirl, ’cause you’re a girl.”
“It is not.”
“Is too.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Is not.”
“Well, I see everything’s normal in here.” Suzanna entered, aiming a warning look at both of her children. “Hello, Nate. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I got lucky.” He slipped an arm around Coco’s shoulders. “Spent an hour with my woman.”
“Flirting with Aunt Coco again?” But Suzanna noted that his gaze had already shifted. She remembered that look from the first time they’d met. The way the gray eyes measured, assessed. Automatically she put a hand on Megan’s arm. “Megan O’Riley, Nathaniel Fury, Holt’s partner—and Aunt Coco’s latest conquest.”
“Nice to meet you.” She was tired, Megan realized. Had to be, if that clear, steady gaze put her back up. She dismissed him, a little too abruptly for politeness, and smiled at Coco. “You look wonderful.”
“Oh, and here I am in my apron. I didn’t even freshen up.” Coco gave her a hard, welcoming hug. “Let me fix you something. You must be worn-out after the flight.”
“Just a little.”
“We took the bags up, and I put Christian in the nursery.” While Suzanna herded the children to the table and chatted, Nathaniel took a good, long survey of Megan O’Riley.
Cool as an Atlantic breeze, he decided. A little frazzled and unnerved at the moment, he thought, but not willing to show it. The peach-toned skin and long, waving strawberry blond hair made an eye-catching combination.
Nathaniel usually preferred women who were dark and sultry, but there was something to be said for all that rose and gold. She had blue eyes, the color of a calm sea at dawn. Stubborn mouth, he mused, though it softened nicely when she smiled at her son.
A bit on the skinny side, he thought as he finished off his coffee. Needed some of Coco’s cooking to help her fill out. Or maybe she just looked skinny—and prim—because she wore such a severely tailored jacket and slacks.
Well aware of his scrutiny, Megan forced herself to keep up her end of the conversation with Coco and the rest. She’d grown used to stares years before, when she was young, unmarried and pregnant by another woman’s husband.
She knew how some men reacted to her status as a single mother, how they assumed she was an easy mark. And she knew how to disabuse them of the notion.
She met Nathaniel’s stare levelly, frostily. He didn’t look away, as most would, but continued to watch her, unblinkingly, until her teeth clenched.
Good going, he thought. She might be skinny, but she had grit. He grinned, lifted his coffee mug in a silent toast then turned to Coco. “I’ve got to go, got a tour to do. Thanks for lunch, Coco.”
“Don’t forget dinner. The whole family will be here. Eight o’clock.”
He glanced back at Megan. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
“See that you don’t.” Coco looked at her watch, closed her eyes. “Where is that man? He’s late again.”
“The Dutchman?”
“Who else? I sent him to the butcher’s two hours ago.”
