Diana Hunter [Submission 01] Secret Submission [EC] (pdf)
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He handed her a plate and busied himself pouring sweetened iced tea into plastic
glasses from a huge jug that contained crushed ice.
She held out her hand for it and sipped the cool liquid with a dreamy smile. "How
delicious!"
"I'm partial to it myself." He filled a plate for her, handing it over and ignoring her
dubious expression as he filled another for himself. "Nothing like a picnic to make
you hungry, I always say. Eat, for God's sake, Eleanor!"
Her dark eyes pinned him. "Must you always sling out orders? Can't you ever just
ask?"
"Not my nature," he said between bites of beef. He sipped tea and watched her for
a minute as she began to eat.
"No, that's true," she said after she cleared her plate. "You're a born manipulator.
You're only happy when you get your own way."
"Aren't most people?" he asked. He put the plates aside and refilled her glass and
his own with iced tea. Then he sprawled back comfortably against the huge tree
trunk and crossed his long legs with a sigh. He looked as at ease here as he did at a
formal party. Keegan never put on airs or lorded it over anyone. He seemed at
home anywhere.
Eleanor sipped her tea, looking out over the lake. "I've never been here before," she
remarked. "Dad and I drove past it on our way to see one of my great-aunts once,
but we never stopped. We always go fishing on the river."
"There's a lot of bass and crappie in this lake," he replied, smiling. "So you like to
fish, do you?"
"Dad does. I go along for the ride, and the peace and quiet. You don't get much of
that in a hospital."
"What made you choose nursing?" he asked unexpectedly.
She held the cool, frosty cup in both hands and smiled faintly. "Oh, I don't know. I
guess I always liked patching people up when they were hurt. I still do. I feel as if
I'm giving something back to the world, paying my way as I go."
"Is that a dig at me?" he asked conversationally, but his blue eyes were serious.
"You work every bit as hard as I do," she said honestly. "I didn't mean it as an
insult. I was explaining my own philosophy, not condemning your life-style."
His broad chest rose and fell heavily. "Maybe I feel like condemning it," he said
broodingly. He ran a lean finger around the rim of his glass absently, watching its
path. "My father built the farm up from bankruptcy when he was a young man. He
worked hard all his life so that he'd have something to pass on to me, so that I
wouldn't have to break my back for a living. Well, I didn't have to work, and if
affected me. In consequence, I spent the first twenty-five years of my own life
giving my father hell and expecting something for nothing. No matter how well
meant, you can give a child too much." He looked up into her eyes. "I won't make
that mistake with my sons."
"Sons?" she echoed. "Do you already have names picked out for them, too?"
"Sure," he said, grinning as the atmosphere changed between them. "Well, for the
tenth one, anyway. I'll call him Quits."
She smiled, radiant. How odd, to sit and talk, really talk, to him. That was a first.
She didn't want to enjoy it, but she couldn't help herself.
"How about you?'' he asked with apparent carelessness. "Do you want kids?"
"Of course," she said. "I'd like a daughter, though."
"A daughter wouldn't be bad, although boys run in my family. The father
determines sex, you know."
"No!" she asked in mock astonishment. "And here I thought the cabbage fairy did
all that!"
"Stop it, you idiot," he muttered, chuckling. "I keep forgetting you went through
nurse's training. I expect you know more than I do about reproduction."
"About some of it, maybe," she said tightly. She finished her tea and got up to put
her cup and the plates in a nearby garbage can. When she came back, Keegan
hadn't moved. He was still watching her, his eyes narrow and calculating.
"How about putting my cup in there, too?" He drained it and handed it to her, but
just as she reached down to take it, he caught her wrist and propelled her into his
hard body, cushioning the impact with his arms.
"Keegan!" she protested, struggling.
He only held her closer, positioning her across his legs, with her head captured in
the crook of his elbow. He looked down at her, watching her struggles, feeling the
touch of her hands on his chest as she pushed at it, and the blood rushed like lava
through his veins.
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