Undaunted by Kate Douglas Page A

aimlessly through the mess. “I worry about her. This guy’s scary and I don’t think she appreciates the danger she’s in. Kat’s too damned stubborn for her own good.”
    “What? You want me to take her home? I hardly know the woman.” Seamus stared at her a moment, trying once more to fathom the relationship between his irascible twin and the tall blonde.
    The tall blonde who might possibly be carrying his brother’s child. The odds were against it, but what if . . .
    “That’s your loss, then, isn’t it, Mr. O’Rourke?”
    Hell, now even the police captain was pissed at him. Seamus clenched then unclenched his fists, finally accepting the inevitable. “You’re right. She can’t stay by herself.” He glanced down at his spotless black shoes and shook his head. “She’s had a pretty harrowing day.”
    Why did he feel as if he were making the gravest error in his life? Before he could stop himself, Seamus glanced back at the captain. “She’ll stay with me until she finds someplace suitable.”
    “Excuse me?” Kat swung around from her inspection of a pile of burned books. Ice formed on her clipped words.
    “I said, Ms. Malone will come with me.” Seamus stepped over the rubble and offered a helpful hand to her arm. She jerked out of his grasp and glared at him. He backed away.
    “Over my dead . . .”
    “It very well could be.” Wilson spoke to Kat, but it was obvious his words were meant for Seamus. “The attacks are growing more violent, Kat. More personal. You can’t deny that. It’s risky, you being here alone and all. It was different with Riley in and out of the place like he was. This pervert could never know for certain you were alone. That’s changed. If I were you, I’d take Mr. O’Rourke up on his offer.”
    “Well, you’re not me, dammit.” She glared at both men.
    Seamus thought he’d never seen bluer eyes in his life. Riley’d always been a sucker for blue eyes.
    Hell, Riley’d been a sucker for anything in a skirt. The legs sticking out from under her short little black number were as long and sleek as any Seamus had ever seen. Riley hadn’t stood a chance.
    Thank goodness Riley and Clarisse had reached a mutual agreement in their marriage long ago. Clarisse had her affairs, Riley had his and no one got hurt.
    Yeah. Right. Seamus hadn’t given Riley’s women much thought. Now that he’d actually seen one, touched her, looked into her angry blue eyes, he was suddenly aware of the human toll.
    This woman had most likely gone into the relationship with her heart wide open. Riley’d always been a silver-tongued devil, the kind of man women loved to love. Usually, though, the women he chose were worldly enough to understand that for all his flowery words and lofty promises, he’d be gone the moment the winds changed.
    But not this one, this tall, cool blonde with crystal blue eyes and the face of an angel. She’d believed his brother, believed in the dream. Not only had she believed—if what she said was true, she’d accomplished the impossible.
    She carried Riley’s child. The child neither brother had ever imagined would exist.
    It changed everything. This angry woman, obviously a cop of some kind, had accomplished something Seamus and his brother had never, not in their wildest fantasies, dreamed could happen.
    If she was telling the truth, she was pregnant with Riley’s child.
    Hope blossomed where only loss had survived. If she was telling the truth . . . Stunned with the potential of his changing reality, Seamus finally accepted unimagined possibilities.
    He was no longer the last of the O’Rourkes.
     
    At least her stalker hadn’t found the new toothbrush she kept in the medicine cabinet. It was about the only thing he hadn’t ripped, burned, painted, pissed or defecated on in her home. Kat squeezed her eyes shut. Her stalker. She had to quit thinking of him like that . . . proprietary, almost as if he belonged to her. Hell, nothing belonged to her