The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [262]
But that was all it was.
Hell, Morgan had taken one look at Misty Malone and started acting the fool. He’d fallen head over ass for her in a single heartbeat.
But he wasn’t Morgan. Just as he wasn’t Sawyer or Gabe. He wasn’t looking for a wife, had no desire for home and hearth, and even if he was, Georgia wouldn’t qualify as wifely material. Not for him.
Still, maybe Morgan was right. What did he have to lose if he told her flat out that he wanted her? She had reacted to him, he wasn’t imagining that. Maybe that chemistry mumbo jumbo had some truth to it. Maybe she wouldn’t mind an uninvolved sexual relationship.
Jordan swallowed hard at the mere thought, imagining her saying yes, imagining her peeling off that skimpy costume for him….
Oh, hell. Her outfit. If she came back to the waiting room before Jordan could head her off and give her the change of clothes, who knew how Casey might react. There was no doubt he’d be surprised, because who would expect a woman to be running around a hospital dressed as she was?
He didn’t want Casey to accidentally hurt her feelings with his shock. And he didn’t want his nephew ogling her either.
Unfortunately, Jordan reached the waiting room just in time to see Georgia stumble over her own feet. She stared toward Casey, who’d stood when she entered the room.
“Who,” Georgia asked, eyeing the way her daughter clung to Casey’s hand, “are you?”
“He’s Casey,” Lisa said.
Casey smoothed his dark blond hair out of his eyes, then held out his free hand. “I gather you’re Lisa’s mother?”
Georgia looked mesmerized, then gave him her hand. She tipped her head back to see Casey’s face, before looking him over with awe. “Why, I wonder, did I think you’d look like an average kid?”
Casey grinned, showing off his killer smile and shaking her hand gently. “I don’t know, ma’am.”
“Is the whole family like you?”
Emma, who had been sitting quietly on the couch by Adam’s feet, spoke up. “Yes, they are.”
“Incredible.”
Jordan stepped up behind her. “Casey brought you a change of clothes.”
“Oh, yeah.” Casey reached for the bag and offered it to her. “Honey, my stepmother, wasn’t sure what size you might be, so she told me to apologize and explain that she sent things that would adjust.” To Jordan, he said, “She refused to send her a man’s shirt.”
Georgia looked into the bag and pulled out white, elastic waist cotton slacks, a soft pink cotton T-shirt, and a long sleeved matching cardigan. There was even a pair of slip-on casual canvas shoes.
She glanced back up at Casey with a grateful smile. “Please be sure to tell her how much I appreciate this. And I promise to return the clothes right away.”
Casey skipped a look toward Jordan before smiling. “You can tell her yourself. She said to invite you and your family over to the big cookout at the end of the month. Honey likes to show all our neighbors how much she appreciates them by having this huge get-together. It worked out real well last year, so she wants to make it a traditional gathering.”
Jordan choked and considered stuffing Casey into the damn bag. Georgia, he noticed, looked panicked.
“But…” She sputtered, her gray eyes wide, “We’re not neighbors!”
“You live in Buckhorn?”
Georgia nodded.
“Close enough.” He ignored Jordan when he added, “You don’t have to wait till then to visit though. Our house is pretty far off the main road without any other houses close by. Honey said to tell you she’d love the company anytime you feel up to visiting.”
Lisa clapped her hands together, staring with naked adoration toward Casey. “Can we, Mommy, please, please, please?”
“But…”
Casey ruffled Lisa’s hair, then turned to the couch, caught Emma’s hand and pulled her to her feet. She tried to hang onto his hand, but Casey made that impossible. “We’ve got to go before Morgan leaves without us.”
Georgia hustled after him. “Wait! Please, tell your stepmother—”
“Honey.”
“Yes, well, tell Honey that I appreciate the offer, but I can’t possibly come.”
“Jordan’ll bring you.” Casey stared at Jordan, knowing exactly what he was doing.