Read Carnal Innocence for Free Online Page B

were smiling at her, there was such melting sexuality in them that she was ready to run if he so much as leaned toward her.
    “Who are you?”
    “Tucker Longstreet, ma’am. I live just down the road. I’m trespassing.” Again that “don’t worry about a thing” smile. “Sorry if I gave you a turn. Miss Edith didn’t mind if I wandered in here to sit, so I didn’t think to stop by the house and ask. You
are
Caroline Waverly?”
    “Yes.” She found her own stiff answer rude in the face of his country manners. To soften it, she smiled, but didn’t lose that reserved, tensed stance. “You startled me, Mr. Longstreet.”
    “Oh, just make that Tucker.” Smiling, he took her measure. A tad too thin, he thought, but she had a face as pale and elegant as the cameo his mama had worn on a black velvet ribbon. Usually he preferred long hair on a woman, but the short style suited her graceful neck and huge eyes. He tucked his thumbs in his pockets. “We’reneighbors, after all. We tend to be friendly ’round Innocence.”
    This one, she thought, could charm the bark off a tree. She’d known another like him. And whether the words were delivered in a southern drawl or a Spanish lilt, they were deadly.
    She nodded—regally, he thought.
    “I was just taking a look around the property,” she continued. “I didn’t expect to come across anyone.”
    “It’s a pretty spot. You settling in all right? If you need anything, all you have to do is holler.”
    “I appreciate that, but I think I can manage. I’ve been here only an hour or so.”
    “I know. I passed you coming in, on my way to town.”
    She started to come up with another bland response, then her eyes narrowed. “In a red Porsche?”
    This time his grin was slow and wide and devastating. “She’s a beauty, huh?”
    It was Caroline who stepped forward, eyes hot. “You irresponsible idiot, you must have been doing ninety.”
    She’d gone from being fragile and lovely to downright beautiful with that flush of heat in her cheeks. Tucker kept his thumbs in his pockets. He’d always figured if you couldn’t avoid a woman’s temper, you might as well enjoy it.
    “Nope. As I recollect, I was just coming up on eighty. Now, she’ll do a hundred and twenty in a good straightaway, but—”
    “You almost hit me.”
    He seemed to consider the possibility, then shook his head. “No, I had plenty of time to swing around. Probably looked closer from your point of view, though. I sure am sorry for giving you a scare twice in the same day.” But the glitter in his eyes had nothing to do with apology. “Mostly I try to have a different effect on a pretty woman.”
    If there was one thing Caroline’s mother had pounded into her head, it was dignity. She caught herselfbefore she could sputter. “You have no business being on the road at all. I should report you to the police.”
    All that Yankee indignation tickled him. “Well, you can do that all right, ma’am. You call into town and ask for Burke. That’s Burke Truesdale. He’s the sheriff.”
    “And your cousin, no doubt,” she said between her teeth.
    “No, ma’am, though his baby sister did marry a second cousin of mine.” If she assumed he was a southern rube, he’d oblige. “They moved across the river into Arkansas. My cousin? That’s Billy Earl LaRue. He’s on my mama’s side. He and Meggie—that’s Burke’s baby sister—they run one of those storage places. You know, where people store furniture or cars or whatever by the month? Doing right well, too.”
    “I’m delighted to hear it.”
    “That’s neighborly of you.” His smile was as slow and easy as the water beside him. “You be sure to tell Buke I said hey when you talk to him.”
    Though he was taller by several inches, Caroline managed to look down her nose at him. “I think we both know it would do very little good. Now, I’ll thank you to get off my property, Mr. Longstreet. And if you want to sit and watch the water