The Playboy (Chandler Brothers #2)(38)
Author: Carly Phillips

Kendall swallowed over the lump in her throat. “We’ll talk when you get here, okay?”

“Just promise me you won’t send me back there.”

She’d have to reach her parents somehow, but no child should have to stay where they were that unhappy. “I promise.”

A loud exhale of relief sounded over the other end of the phone.

“I’ll call Mr. Vancouver and explain you’re on your way to me. I don’t want him calling the police or reporting you missing.”

“Don’t take anything he says too seriously. The cue ball—”

“That would be Mr. Vancouver?” Kendall hazarded a guess.

Hannah snorted in reply. “He has no sense of humor.”

“I wouldn’t either if you were calling me a cue ball,” Kendall said wryly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear Hannah’s latest prank either.

“I only did it to his face once.”

She shook her head, realizing she had her work cut out for her when Hannah arrived. “Let me go buy the ticket. I want you here safe and sound. Stand by the pay phone. I’ll call you back with the details.”

Kendall spent the next five minutes on the phone, purchasing the ticket, making certain the clerk would watch out for Hannah until she got on the bus, and then she called her sister back.

Finally, she hung up the phone and turned to Rick. “She’s on a 10:45. I have to pick her up in Harrington at 2:55 this afternoon.”

“What happened?” Rick eased the cell phone out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand.

Kendall ran a shaking hand through her hair, then began to pace. “I can’t believe this.”

“Come sit down.” He patted the mattress where they’d made love and then slept in a blissful state of oblivion—while her sister was so unhappy.

And Kendall hadn’t a clue. Hadn’t seen it coming. She shook her head, her thoughts reeling. “Hannah must be distraught. I mean how could she just leave school? How could she do something as stupid as arrive at a bus station, no real destination in mind. Who does something that impulsive?”

Rick winced. “Excuse me for stating the obvious, but you do.”

Kendall opened her mouth to argue, then realized she couldn’t. “Okay, so it runs in the family. But do you know what can happen to a fourteen-year-old girl alone at a bus terminal?” She shuddered to think about it. “That clerk better watch out for her.”

Rick picked up the paper she’d written her notes on earlier, then grabbed for the phone and dialed. “Hello?”

“What are you—”

He held a hand up to silence her. “This is Officer Rick Chandler from the Yorkshire Falls Police Department. Yorkshire Falls, New York. You have a minor child there named Hannah Sutton?” He waited for an answer, then nodded at Kendall. “Good. I’d appreciate it if you made certain she got on the proper bus and wasn’t bothered by strangers while she waits. I can give you my badge number for an ID if you need—” He remained silent again, listening. “Won’t be necessary? Thank you. I appreciate that. Bye.” He set the phone back down and grinned at her.

“Can you do that?”

He shrugged. “I just did. Feel better?”

“Much.” She came back to bed then and treated him to a grateful hug. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much that meant to me.”

Rick couldn’t tell her how much she’d come to mean to him. Not without scaring her off.

“I’ll go with you to get her.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

“I can get someone to switch shifts.”

Warmth filled her gaze. “I really appreciate that. You know for all my talk about loving my sister, we haven’t lived together since I was eighteen. I don’t know what to do with a teenager. And an angry one at that.” She shivered at the obviously overwhelming sense of responsibility. “How can I get through to her?”

“She called you, didn’t she? You two will come to terms.”

Kendall shook her head. “I’m sure I wasn’t her first choice but she didn’t have anyone else to call. I got the distinct impression she doesn’t think I care much. I do, but I’m beginning to understand—I’ve given her reason to believe what she does.” She hung her head, obviously not proud of herself.

He tipped her chin upward. “Kendall, you’re her sister, not her parent. You were living through your own problems. You’re here for her now. That’s all that counts.”

He ran a soothing hand over her bare back, savoring the feel of her skin. The closeness they’d shared had been a moment out of time. Reality had intruded in the form of a fourteen-year-old girl. Rick felt sorry for both Kendall and Hannah. He hated losing the alone time he’d planned to share with Kendall, but he’d be here for her and help her through this rough patch.

She gave him a shaky smile. “Thanks. I guess I’ll have to try to locate my parents, if they can be found, which is unlikely. They’re on an excursion in Africa somewhere.”

“No cell phones there, huh?”

“No. Which means any decisions regarding Hannah are my responsibility.” She sighed.

“And I promised her no more Vermont Acres, so I’ll have to feel her out and see what kind of school she’d be happy in come fall.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I mean you wouldn’t want to tie yourself down to anyone or anything.”

She stiffened her spine and glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rick shook his head. “Nothing.” Damn his big mouth. “It’s just that staying in Yorkshire Falls is another possible solution to Hannah’s problem.”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “No. New York City was my last permanent gig for a while.” She glanced away as she spoke, unable to meet his gaze.

Because she was fighting her urge to stay? He hoped so. Because sometime during the night, despite his good intentions, he’d fallen hard for Kendall Sutton. Oh, hell. He’d fallen from the minute he’d seen her in her wedding dress on the side of the road.

With her sister’s arrival, Rick was given the chance to convince Kendall that Yorkshire Falls was her home and the small town provided the perfect place to put Hannah in school and settle down. In his dreams.

Well, he’d damn well better begin rebuilding those walls if he wanted to walk away with his heart intact.