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  Texas Knights Bundle

  By Sara Orwig

  Shut Up and Kiss Me

  Bring on the Night

  Standing Outside the Fire

  Don’t Close Your Eyes

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  Shut Up and Kiss Me

  By Sara Orwig

  Bring on the Night

  By Sara Orwig

  Standing Outside the Fire

  By Sara Orwig

  Don’t Close Your Eyes

  By Sara Orwig

  Shut Up and Kiss Me

  By Sara Orwig

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  One

  W hat other weird thing will Special Forces get me into? Michael Remington wondered as he glanced around the elegant law office that was located on the main street of San Antonio, Texas.

  Dark wood walls, polished oak floor, comfortable leather chairs, and the attorney the most decorative part of all. He looked at her silky blond hair, hair that shouldn’t be confined in the twist at the back of her head. From the first few moments, when she’d stood in front of her desk, he’d noticed that the lady had fabulous long legs. Besides her legs, she had a face and figure that made a man think of the bedroom—until he looked into her big blue eyes, cold and icy as a Nordic fjord.

  He barely listened while she waded through legalese, reading John Frates’s will. Mike’s best buddies from Special Forces were seated beside him: tough Jonah Whitewolf, a Comanche, one of the best bomb experts Mike had ever known; and next to him, Boone Devlin, chopper pilot deluxe.

  Not long after their rescue of John Frates, the three of them had been split up, and they hadn’t seen one another until today, the first week of April. Mike was looking forward to their dinner together tonight. A reunion would be a blast, and they could thank John Frates for accomplishing the get-together. Only, John Frates and his wife were no longer living—both had died in a boating accident off the coast of Scotland. It was odd as hell to get remembered in a will simply because you did your job, Mike thought. They had rescued John Frates when he was held hostage in a Colombian jungle, but it had all been part of the mission.

  When he heard his name read, Mike’s attention returned to the attorney. She was a looker, but the minute he’d walked into her office, they’d clashed. Although he knew there were plenty of female attorneys, he had assumed from her letter, signed S. T. Clay, that she was male. But S. T. Clay was very much female and she had resented his mistaken assumption. If it meant that much to her, she should sign her letters as Savannah Clay. There was no wedding ring on her finger, and Mike wasn’t surprised. She might be gorgeous, but she was none too friendly.

  “‘To Michael Remington,”’ the attorney read in her brisk, no-nonsense voice, “‘to whom I shall be forever indebted, I leave my most precious possession, the guardianship of my baby daughter, Jessie Lou Frates.”’

  A jolt shot through Mike with the impact of a current of electricity. Stunned, he stared at Savannah Clay. He couldn’t get his breath, he broke out in a sweat, his ears began to ring and he was unable to hear anything else she said.

  Jessie Lou Frates? A baby? He was bequeathed the care of a baby girl? John Frates had called him about a will, but he hadn’t said anything about a baby. As far as Mike knew, there hadn’t been a baby at the time John called him.

  Mike knew absolutely nothing about babies. He’d never wanted to be tied down that way. In his military career he had been through all sorts of life-or-death situations, and he had never felt as light-headed or as nervous as he was right now.

  He barely heard the rest of the reading of the will, nor the questions the others asked when it was done. Finally Savannah Clay looked at him.

  “You’re very quiet, Colonel Remington. Any questions?”

  He gazed into those crystal-blue eyes—fabulous eyes, he thought fleetingly. “Yes, I have a lot of questions. If you have a few moments, I’ll stay when the others leave so I don’t take up their time.”

  The guys protested, but with a wave of her hand Miss Clay silenced them.

  It was another thirty minutes before she closed the door behind them and turned to him. When she did, he rose to his feet to face her across the office.

  “I’m not taking any baby,” Mike declared. “John Frates never said anything about a baby.”

  “I understood that he did call you,” she replied smoothly.

  “Several years ago he called me and said he had recently married and they were writing wills and he wanted to leave something to me, but he didn’t say one thing about a child,” Mike repeated stubbornly.

  Savannah Clay studied Mike with a look that made him think she didn’t believe him. “When Jessie was born, John and his wife rewrote their first wills.” The attorney crossed the room to return to the seat behind her desk, and in spite of the shock he’d just received, Mike could not help noticing the sexy sway of her hips as she walked. She motioned to him. “Please sit down.”

  “I can’t be responsible for a baby,” Mike repeated, wondering how long it would take to get through to her.

  “You’ll be completely provided for by this will. You’ll have the Stallion Pass house, a trust fund for Jessie, a trust for daily living and a million and a third dollars goes into your account tomorrow,” she replied as if explaining something simple to a small child.

  “Don’t put anything into my account,” Mike snapped. “Aren’t you listening? I’m not becoming a guardian to this child.”

  “The Frateses don’t have any relatives,” Savannah stated. “There is no one else to take her. She’s only five months old.” The color that heightened her cheeks only added to the good looks he was trying to ignore. She spoke slowly and firmly, as though he was hard of hearing or just too dense to get what she was trying to explain to him. “She’ll become a ward of the state otherwise.”

  “I’m sorry, but she’ll have to become a ward of the state,” he replied tersely. “It doesn’t change how I feel. There are a lot of children out there that are wards of the state, but I’m not taking any of them, either.”

  Fire flashed in the depths of blue ice as Savannah’s eyes narrowed. “John Frates had the very highest opinion of you, and he placed his faith and trust in you. He praised you beyond measure.”

  “That’s certainly flattering, and I appreciate his opinion, but the guy was grateful because we rescued him. It doesn’t change my decision.” Mike’s tone was forceful.

  “Look at this.” She shuffled through papers and yanked out an envelope, then came around the desk. She turned a chair and moved close beside him, and he caught a whiff of enticing perfume. When she crossed her legs, his attention was briefly distracted, caught and held momentarily by her long, shapely legs.

  Savannah pulled out a picture and placed it on his knee, and the slight contact caused a different kind of jolt, one that settled in a region below his belt. “This is Jessie,” Savannah said.

  He looked at a picture of a smiling, dimpled baby with curly ringlets of black hair, twinkling blue eyes and rosy cheeks.

  “She’s adorable, but I’m not changing my mind.”

  “May I ask why?” Savannah twisted to face him. Their knees were almost touching, and he was aware of her as a very appealing woman, if an annoying one.

  “I’m single. I value my freedom and I don’t know anything about kids,” he replied.

  “Maybe it’s time you learned.”

  His anno
yance rose a notch. “No, this isn’t the right time for a baby in my life. I’m getting ready to join the CIA. I’ll be traveling. I can’t be encumbered with a baby.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “That’s incredibly selfish of you, Colonel Remington. You’re turning down a generous income, a home, a precious baby, simply because you value your freedom?”

  “You’re getting it now,” he said. The woman had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen and the most fabulous legs. And he couldn’t wait to get away from her and this unwanted legacy.

  “Have you already joined the CIA?” she asked.

  “Not yet, but that’s beside the point.”

  “You’re single. Is there a woman in your life?” she persisted.

  “Not at the moment.”

  “I’m not surprised,” she said coolly, and Michael’s temper boiled over.

  “Look, Miss Clay, you’re not exactly a bundle of warmth yourself. Obviously you’re single, and I’m not surprised by that, either.”

  To his amazement, she laughed. Beautiful white teeth, a sparkle in her eyes. More appealing than ever. He wanted to gnash his teeth. Attila the Hun packaged as an alluring woman. “Ah, I’m getting to you,” she said with cheerful satisfaction. “You’re losing that cool control. It means your guilty conscience is at work.”

  “It means no such thing,” he said, watching her dazzling smile. It took his breath away.

  Glancing at her watch, she said, “It’s late. Come have a drink and dinner with me, and we can discuss this issue further,” she announced, standing.

  “No thanks,” he replied as she shed her suit jacket, unclipped her hair and shook her head. Blond hair cascaded over her shoulders and fell onto a creamy silk blouse clinging to curves that made him momentarily forget his animosity. She had a waist he could easily span with both hands.

  “Do you often turn down a woman’s invitation for a dinner date? Or are you scared I might win you over to my way of thinking?” Savannah asked him.

  He arched an eyebrow and wanted to give that cute fanny a swat. If he had any sense, he would answer yes and get the hell out of her office and life. But she was standing there with golden hair falling over her shoulders, a challenging gleam in her blue eyes and a figure that would make most men forget all the problems in the world.

  “No, I don’t turn down offers from beautiful women,” he said quietly, standing and placing his hands on his hips. “I’m not scared, but you’ll never win me over to your way of thinking on this.”

  “Never is a long time, Colonel.”

  “All right, since we’re going to dinner, let’s drop the formalities. It’s Mike, Savannah.”

  “Fine,” she said, granting him another one of her dazzling smiles. “Sit down, Mike. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

  She gave orders as casually as a drill sergeant. Far more polite, but with that same authority and absolute expectation of being obeyed. Mike walked around the office, not really curious about the place, but simply being obstinate because she had told him to sit. As she disappeared through the door, he glimpsed a leather sofa and a wet bar. She must have a very successful practice.

  While he studied a painting, he called the hotel where he and his two buddies were staying to talk to Boone. “I need to talk to this attorney tonight about my inheritance,” he told him, “and I’m going to have to cancel our dinner. This is crazy. I can’t deal with a baby.”

  “You looked like you’d been shot,” Boone said.

  “I felt like it,” Mike admitted.

  “I think all three of us are a little in shock, Mike. None of us expected this. Let’s get together another time—how about breakfast, eight o’clock, hotel restaurant?”

  “Great,” Mike replied. “See you then. Tell Jonah for me, would you.”

  “Sure.”

  Shutting off his phone, Mike continued to stroll around Savannah’s office, reading the spines of the law books lining the shelves, studying oil paintings of seascapes and all the while remembering the first few moments of his arrival. A few hours ago, he had entered the one-story brick building with gold lettering over the doors that read Slocum and Clay, Attorneys at Law.

  Mike had walked through the front doors into a spacious waiting room and told the attractive brunette receptionist that he had an appointment with S. T. Clay. She had told him to go right in, that he was expected and it was the first door on the right.

  He had walked down the hall to the door, knocked lightly and went inside. The tall blonde that turned to face him had smiled. Her blue eyes were riveting, the color of tropical seas.

  “Excuse me, I’m looking for the office of S. T. Clay. Are you his secretary?”

  “I’m S. T. Clay,” she replied, crossing the room and extending her hand. “Savannah Clay.”

  His brows arched. “Oh. I expected a man.”

  “Instead, you’ve got a woman,” she replied coolly. “And you must be Colonel Remington.”

  “How’d you guess?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

  “John Frates gave me brief descriptions of all of you. He said you were a direct, take-charge type.”

  Mike could feel a clash of wills already. He shook her hand. He expected a hard grip, and she didn’t disappoint him.

  “I’ve been direct,” he replied quietly, amused. “I don’t think I’ve begun to take charge yet.”

  “And you won’t in my office,” she replied just as quietly, giving him a faint smile, and again he experienced the silent clash of wills. “Please be seated. I’ll be with you in a moment.” She’d left the room and he’d walked to one of the leather chairs, thinking that he could tell the lady a bit about herself from this first encounter. He suspected no one was more of a take-charge type than she was….

  Mike brought himself out of his reverie, knowing that from the first he’d gotten off on the wrong foot with the woman. Still, the evening might be interesting. He wondered if kissing her would be like kissing an ice sculpture…or was there a real woman there beneath the ice?

  You’ll never know, he told himself silently.

  And then Savannah returned and he rose to his feet, his recollections forgotten. “Sorry to take so long. I had to make a few calls,” she said. They left her office. As they walked through the hallway, a tall, blond, deeply tanned man stepped from his office with an attractive redheaded woman beside him.

  “Troy, Liz, I’m taking a client to dinner,” Savannah said. “This is Colonel Remington. Mike, this is my partner, Troy Slocum, and one of our associates, Liz Fenton.”

  Mike shook hands with them both. Troy Slocum, dressed in a dark blue suit and exuding success and self-confidence, said, “So you’re the fantastic Colonel Remington, the man John Frates thought so much of.”

  “I don’t believe ‘fantastic’ fits, but that happens sometimes when you save someone’s life. I was only doing my job,” Mike replied, slightly wary of Troy. He wondered why, since he had never met the man before. But his instincts were seldom wrong.

  “If you two will excuse us, Liz and I have a conference call,” Troy said abruptly.

  Savannah and Mike said goodbye and turned away.

  “Did I do something to him?” Mike asked.

  “Pay no attention to Troy. Even though he has no reason to be, he’s jealous of other people’s success.”

  “How many partners and associates?” Mike asked, dismissing the incident from his mind as they walked to the door.

  “Troy is my only partner, and we have one other associate besides Liz—Nathan Williams.”

  Enjoying watching Savannah, Mike followed her out and motioned toward the rental car he was driving.

  “I’ll drive,” she said, jingling keys. “I know where we’re going.”

  He wondered if she was going to rush ahead and hold the car door for him, but she didn’t. While he held her door, she slid inside, giving him another glimpse of shapely legs. He went around and slid into the passenger seat.

  “Tell me about your life, Col
onel,” she said after they had turned into the street.

  “Mike, remember?”

  “Mike, tell me about your life.”

  “I recently got out of the military, so my life is changing. I suspect you already know some things about me.”

  “Right. You’re thirty-six, born in Montana and went to the Air Force Academy before joining the military. You’re single, very smart. You have a younger brother, Sam, who lives in San Jose. You have another younger brother, Jake, who lives in West Texas. Your parents have moved to California. That’s about it. Your history leaves lots of blanks.”

  “Not so many,” he said, turning to watch her drive. To the eye she was a gorgeous babe, but the moment she opened her mouth, the lawyer was revealed, and what was really beneath all that pretty packaging—an aggressive, tough, no-nonsense woman.

  She drove fast and competently with her window open and the wind blowing her golden hair. She knew he was watching her, but it evidently didn’t disturb her. What was it between them that made the sparks fly? That made him feel repelled and attracted at the same time?

  “So, how about you tell me about you, Savannah? I don’t know anything, except you’re the Frateses’ attorney.”

  “I went to Stanford for my undergraduate degree, and then to Texas University for my law degree. I have three brothers and three sisters.”

  “A big family.”

  “I suppose we are,” she replied.

  “And you’re the oldest?”

  She smiled and shook her head. “Why did you guess oldest?”

  “You’re a take-charge type.”

  “Actually, I’m the fourth child. I’m was born in Stallion Pass.”

  “The same place John Frates is from,” Mike said.

  “That’s right. That’s how I knew him,” she said, growing quiet while she concentrated on driving. In minutes they parked and entered a restaurant with checkered tablecloths, candles on the tables and the smell of fresh-baked bread filling the air. “I should have asked—do you like Italian?”