Kara Lennox - Reluctant Partners

A book in the Second Sons series, 2008

Dear Reader,

Texas is a lot more than ranches and cowboys, cactus and coyotes. My home state has mountains, cosmopolitan cities, thick pine forests and moody swamps, all of which I have used as settings in my books. But one of my favorite places to visit is the Texas Gulf Coast. I love the slow, Margaritaville pace of life in the small coastal towns, the sunny beaches, the fresh seafood.

What better place to have a romance?

The town of Port Clara is entirely fictitious, an amalgam of actual towns Ive visited. But it has become so real to me, I half expect to see it on the Texas map.

I hope you enjoy getting to know Port Clara through the eyes of two people who love it as much as I do-Cooper and Allie, who get to fall in love there.

Best,

Kara Lennox

Standing on the dock at the Port Clara Marina, Cooper Remington gave his inheritance a long, leisurely inspection, his gaze roaming from stem to stern. He couldnt believe he was really back, after all these years.

Its kinda beat up. This observation came from Max, Coopers cousin and now one of his partners.

Its a disaster. Reece, the third Remington cousin, shook his head and gazed down at his oxfords. I told you guys we should have looked into this further before flying down to Texas half-cocked.

All right, so the Dragonfly needs a little work, Cooper said. He wasnt blind to the rust and peeling paint. Thats to be expected. Uncle Johnny was sick the last few months of his life, and he had a drinking problem before that. He probably wasnt able to paint and scrub barnacles. But we can do that stuff.

Cooper, the oldest of the cousins at thirty-six, was the optimist of the group. Though saddened by Uncle Johnnys death, Coopers mind had filled with possibilities the moment hed learned that he and his two cousins had inherited the Dragonfly.

He loved the ocean, loved boats and sailing. And he was sick to death of corporate law, the field hed gone into because his family had expected it. Cooper and his cousins, equally disillusioned with their second-son, second-class jobs in the family corporation, could make a lot of money running a fishing charter and have fun doing it.

That was the theory, anyway.

I guess it wouldnt hurt to go aboard, Reece said, his face a bit green. Reece didnt much care for boats. Didnt like cars, trains or planes, either. He never traveled anywhere without his Dramamine.

Max wasnt paying attention to the Dragonfly, but to the sleek pleasure yacht in the next slip, where a woman in a bikini was sweeping the deck.

Max. Cooper nudged his cousin. Were boarding. They didnt yet have keys, so they couldnt inspect the inside. But they could check out whatever was in plain sight.

As he unfastened the chain that blocked the gangway and stepped on board, the years melted away and he was once again a boy looking forward to weeks of fishing and swimming and helping Uncle Johnny and Aunt Pat run their fishing trips.

That was before Aunt Pat died, before Uncle Johnny had started drinking, before the family had decided Johnny wasnt fit company for impressionable youngsters.

Before Uncle Johnny, smarting from the snub, had cut off all contact with his family.

The close-up look didnt improve the Dragonflys condition. Max and Reece were right-the boat was in bad shape. But some good, hard physical labor was just what Cooper needed, what all of them needed, to cleanse the corporate rat race out of their systems.

Its smaller than I remember, Reece observed.

Youre just bigger, Cooper replied. How old were you last time you were on this boat? Ten?

Thirteen, that last summer. Reece laughed unexpectedly. I barfed all over Uncle Johnnys customer and his prize tuna. That was great.

Cooper had been fifteen when his parents had declared an end to summer vacations with Uncle Johnny. It hadnt seemed right to leave Johnny to grieve and drink alone, but his parents had held firm. Hed thought there would be other summers, but Johnny had never again invited his nephews to visit.

Ahh. Maxs sigh of pleasure jerked Cooper back to the present. His youngest cousin had already found himself a place to sit and bask in the sun. All I need is a frozen daiquiri and a couple of babes in bikinis. He glanced over his shoulder at the yacht in the next slip, but the bikini-woman had disappeared.

Cooper jumped on his cousins weakness, using it to his advantage. And youll have that. Once we get her polished up, the Dragonfly will be a babe magnet.

But can she support you and Max? Reece asked. Have you crunched the numbers?

Coopers enthusiasm could not be dimmed by facts and figures-or their absence. Are you kidding? She can support all three of us. You know what we have here?

Reece arched one eyebrow. A money pit?

A license to print money. We can charge thousands of dollars for each excursion. Max, with your sales and marketing experience you can bring in the high-rolling customers in droves. And, Reece, you can keep the business on track financially.

And youll be the captain? Max asked, giving his cousin a dubious look.

Yeah. Aw, hell, I dont care about that. We can take turns if you want. But well be equal partners. We wont have to kowtow to our fathers and older brothers anymore. The Remington clan was blessed-or cursed-with a surplus of male heirs brimming with ambition and testosterone.

Reece shook his head. Ill get the finances straightened out and set up the books, but then Im gone.

Max grinned. Well, Im in. I didnt leave any doors open when I resigned. In fact, my fathers not talking to me.

Cooper hadnt exactly left Remington Industries with a lot of warm fuzzies, either. Technically his father, vice president of legal affairs, was still speaking to him but saying things like, Youve gone completely off your nut and Dont expect to come crawling back and step into your old job. His mother simply wept every time they talked, sobbing about all the money theyd wasted on his Harvard law degree.

Theyd get over it. Cooper wished Reece had quit, too, instead of taking vacation time, which hed been saving up for years because he thought vacations were a waste. If anybody needed to learn how to kick back and enjoy life, it was Reece. The guy was strung tighter than a sail in a hurricane.

Cooper checked his watch. Almost nine oclock. Lets see if the marinas open yet.

He turned toward the gangway just as a feminine shriek behind him made him nearly leap out of his skin. He whirled around and found himself face to face witha redheaded vision. Barefoot, and with long, tanned arms and legs fetchingly displayed in low-slung shorts and a cropped T-shirt, she was absolutely, heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

But, boy, was she mad.

What are you doing on my boat? She took a menacing step forward, a heavy ceramic coffee cup clutched between her hands. Cooper had no doubt she could do damage with it. You cant just board somebodys boat without permission. Now get the hell off! Ive got a gun below and Im using it if youre not gone in five seconds.

Coopers respect for the woman crept up a notch. What an amazing creature, fierce and vulnerable at the same time. He knew he should heed her warning, but he stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away. Shed rendered him speechless, too. No intelligent explanations occurred to him.