The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [256]
Her mother gave her a ferocious frown, and Georgia’s eyes filled with new tears. She laughed to cover them up. “No, don’t yell at me. Just save your breath.”
Jordan couldn’t bear to see her pain. “It’ll be all right, Georgia.”
“Yes, of course it will.” She looked up at him. “I just thought of something. You two haven’t been introduced. Mom, this is Jordan Sommerville, White Knight extraordinaire. And that hulk driving—don’t know if you got a good look at him, but he is a hulk—he’s Morgan Hudson, Jordan’s half brother and the sheriff of Buckhorn. Jordan, this is Ruth Samson.”
Jordan nodded his head formally. “Glad to make your acquaintance, Ms. Samson.” He didn’t bother to tell Georgia that she needn’t have explained his relationship to Morgan quite so precisely. They’d all been raised together, and were as close as any full-blooded brothers could be.
“Speaking of brothers,” Morgan said from the front seat as he handed a cell phone over his shoulder to Jordan, “call Gabe and tell him to go sit on Malone. I don’t want her up running around.”
Jordan took the phone, and then noticed the look of guilt on Georgia’s face. Their eyes met and she winced.
“I’m sorry you got pulled away from your wife, sheriff.”
Morgan blared his sirens for a second as he rolled through a red light, alerting any traffic and making the kids squeal. He said to Georgia, “Don’t worry about it. Gabe can handle things. And Malone will understand. She’s stubborn, but she has an enormous heart.”
“He’s madly in love,” Jordan said dryly, explaining away his brother’s description of his wife. He dialed the phone and Gabe immediately answered. Jordan skipped the niceties and asked, “Who’s with Misty?”
“Lizzy’s looking after her,” Gabe said, then: “We’ve been waiting to hear from you.”
Jordan covered the phone and said to Morgan, “Elizabeth’s with her.”
“Not good enough. Malone can bulldoze her. Tell Gabe to go.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Morgan wants you to go sit on Misty and make certain she stays in bed.”
“I will. But do you need anything? Misty said you were brawling at a bar or something.”
There was an undertone of laughter in his youngest brother’s voice. “No, I was not brawling.”
He’d thought Georgia was distracted, but at his words, one slim brow went up. Jordan shook his head and explained as briefly as possible what they were doing. “We’ll be at the hospital in just a few minutes.”
Gabe whistled low. “Damn. You want me to send Casey over there? He just got home from a date. His car is still warm.”
Jordan thought about it for two seconds. “Yeah, that might not be a bad idea.” He eyed Georgia’s mostly naked legs and exposed cleavage. Turning slightly away from her, he muttered, “Have Casey bring a change of clothes, okay? From one of the women.” Then he rethought that and added, “Make it a big shirt, maybe one of yours or Sawyer’s.”
“Chesty, is she?”
“Yeah.”
Through an undertone of laughter, Gabe said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks. I imagine we’ll be at the hospital for a spell, and I know Morgan would like to head home.”
Morgan heard him and said, “Hey, I’m in no rush.” But Jordan knew that he was, that he wanted to be with Misty and Amber. A more doting father and husband had never been created.
“Will do,” Gabe said. “Tell Morgan not to worry—and if you need me just give a buzz.”
“Thanks, Gabe.” He closed the phone and turned to Georgia as Morgan pulled into the hospital lot.
She tilted her head. “Another brother?”
“The youngest, and most recently married. With only one anniversary to his credit, Gabe still considers himself a newlywed. He’s sending my nephew, Casey, here. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought he could bring you—”
“Clothes. I heard.”
She hadn’t quite looked at him and it frustrated him. “Look, Georgia, I don’t mean to criticize exactly—”
She interrupted his awkward explanation. “Believe me, I’ll be grateful to get into something different.” She glanced down at her own breasts and made a sound of disgust. “I don’t wear this