Authors: Catherine Mulvany
His eyelashes fluttered open. When he saw who it was, he struggled to a sitting position, stifling a yawn.
“
You shouldn
’
t be out of bed.
”
“
You
’
re absolutely right,
”
she said, and climbed in next to him, cuddling up to his side.
“
What are you doing, Mallory?
”
“
Don
’
t worry. My mother gave me permission.
”
She pressed herself closer, trailing her fingertips across the ridged muscle of his exposed chest.
He gave an involuntary shudder.
“
For this?
”
Mallory nibbled at his earlobe.
“
She said to see you if I needed anything. And Brody
”—
she walked her fingers down the center of his abdomen
—“
what I need is you. I love you desperately. And I don
’
t care if you
’
re the commitment type or not. You
’
re my type, and that
’
s all that matters.
”
“
No, it
’
s not.
”
He grabbed her wandering hand and pressed it to his chest, where his heart thumped an agitated rhythm.
“
Feel that, honey? That
’
s what happens every time I think of you.
”
He took a deep breath.
“
Last night when I saw that gun pointed at your head, I damned near had a heart attack.
”
Mallory
’
s throat grew tight.
“
I love you, Mallory, but sex is only a small part of it. I want to live with you, have children with you, grow old with you.
”
He swallowed hard.
“
Marry me?
”
“
Oh, yes,
”
she said, and kissed him.
Depths
, he thought.
Soft, warm, loving depths
.
My life is like a fairy tale. Okay, a fractured fairy tale. At age eleven I fell hopelessly in love with a little town in eastern Oregon. A population of under fifty didn
’
t even qualify this town as one-horse, but the place had character, not to mention an abundance of arkayesses
.
I had never heard of an arkayess before, let alone seen one, but on the first day of my visit, I became intimately acquainted with a particularly gruesome member of this species
—
also known as the road-killed snake
.
Swinging a dead snake like a lariat, the orneriest boy in town raced toward me on his bike.
“
You
’
d better run,
”
he yelled.
“
I
’
m gonna wrap this arkayess around your leg!
”
He chased me half a block, aimed, then let it fly. The snake cartwheeled through the air with deadly accuracy to coil itself around my bare leg
.
The boy was almost as shocked as I was; he hadn
’
t expected to hit his target. To make it up to me, he proposed
c
and it only took him nine years to do it. I accepted, of course. How else could I stay in eastern Oregon and live happily ever after in my very own castle? Okay, so it
’
s a three-bedroom ranch house, but it has an irrigation ditch out back, and that
’
s practically a moat, right?
It also has a computer, where I spend an inordinate amount of time conjuring up slightly off-beat romantic adventures on my enchanted keyboard. I write from the heart, but filter everything through my funny bone, my goal being to entertain Loveswept readers while I earn enough magic beans to put the three baby Mulvanys through college
.
MAN SHY
A Bantam Book / March 1998
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1998 by Catherine Mulvany
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