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  Her Sweet Complication

  The O’Connors, Book One

  By

  Alyssa Bailey

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  Her Sweet Complication

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

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  Chapter One

  The Meeting

  "License and registration please." Jocelyn looked up at the highway patrol officer and groaned her frustration. It had been a hard drive. She had done so well until now; on her third and final exhausting day of travel she had lost her focus. She was about to embark on the adventure of her, thus far, uneventful life. She had driven from her home in North Dakota to sunny Sacramento, California with the high hopes of staying warm for longer in the year. With the added benefit, she reminded herself, of a college degree and the start of a real life on her own. But right now her attempt to make her dream begin in the quickest possible time seemed foolish.

  "What’s the hurry, young lady?"

  "I am on my way to college and I guess the excitement was settling in my foot, officer. I have never gotten a ticket before. I am usually a conscientious driver. These highways make it appear as though you are not going as fast as you are."

  "Umm-hmm. Sit tight, please. I’ll be right back."

  Jocelyn sat rubbing her hands on her jeans and wiggling anxiously around in her seat for what seemed to be an eternity. She hated to wait to do or have anything, but she tried the best that she could until the officer came back with a stern look.

  "Miss Charles, we take speed and safety very seriously in California and I hope you remember that."

  "Yes, sir, I will." Bracing for the ticket he was going to pass to her, she was relieved when he handed her only the documents she had handed him with no accompanying citation. Staring at him with a question in her eyes, the officer smiled.

  "Stay within the speed limit and don’t drive so far at one time alone. You’ll find it works better for everyone. Have a good day, Miss Charles."

  "Yes, sir, thank you, sir." Jocelyn smiled her relief and returned the wave the officer offered as he drove back onto the highway.

  She was startled to see that almost immediately the officer was again putting on his lights in pursuit of a traffic violator. Things were different in this part of the world she reminded herself. Slumping in the seat for a few more moments she regained her equipoise before finally continuing on to her new home for the next four years.

  It had been difficult leaving her sister Rachel who, at fourteen, had been sexually attacked by another teen. Fortunately, she had been close enough to their home to scream and be heard. Her screams combined with their mother’s screams in racing towards her scared off the perpetrator before he had completed the rape. While he had not completed physical penetration, he had violated her security completely. Rachel had been despondent and unable to participate in life. She was still having trouble but she smiled now and that was a good sign.

  The authorities were ambiguous about the attack and its investigation. Unfortunately, Jocelyn’s family did not live on a reservation which would have brought in more help. Because the attack did not happen on a reservation, which was federal lands, it was hard to find justice in a small town. Even today, native women and children found prejudices and were often victims of rape and sold as sexual slaves. Jocelyn was determined to be part of the solution for Native women and children harmed by abusive men. She knew it was just a fraction of men and even some women who abused, but it made it hard to trust any man easily.

  As it was, the charges were dropped for lack of evidence even though the bruises, physically and emotionally, were evident for all to see. She was even denied a restraining order after the charges were dropped which Jocelyn was sure added to her sister’s sense of vulnerability and depression. Rachel lived in fear that he would return.

  In response, they had moved closer to her mother’s people and her sister had begun to show some real healing. It was obvious that after a year her sister, while doing better, would always be haunted by the incident. The counseling and support were vital in her recovery and there were signs she would be able to resume a normal life. It was good to see her finding her way out of the depression and fright she had lived in daily for so long.

  After spending precious time driving around in search of her dorm building, speaking to the monitor, receiving her key and assistance finding her room, she had arrived. With relief, she put her key in the lock and turned. Her dulled senses were shocked when the door flew open and she found herself looking at the broad expanse of a chambray-covered chest.

  The scent that came from that chest was evergreen, fresh linen, and warm, sweaty male. Mmm, scrumptious, but positively male and this was supposed to be a female dorm room. Jocelyn took a step back and with great caution angled her head to allow her to gaze up into fathomless dark multifaceted hazel eyes and a sun-darkened face that must have been carved in granite.

  What framed that inscrutable face was black hair on about 6’2" of brawn. Not a bodybuilder brawn but a construction or loading dock brawn. She watched a slow, interested smile spread across his face as if he were inspecting a prize just offered. She adjusted her impression of him to include a confidence more befitting the lion and the lamb scenario. She wondered what it would be like to be the lamb to his mountain lion.

  "Oh, hi, you must be Jocelyn Charles. I wondered if you were going to get here today or tomorrow. I’m Kelli, your roommate." Kelli stuck out her hand and Jocelyn quickly returned her gaze to the face of the man still standing in the doorway as she tried to reach her hand around him to Kelli.

  "Move, Liam. Let the girl in." She turned to Jocelyn after he slid out of the doorway. "Sorry about that, big brother and all." Kelli dismissed Liam as only a sister could and pulled Jocelyn into the room. "I thought there would be three of us in here, but the dorm monitor said only two in some of the rooms and this is one of them. That’s nice for us. I haven’t lived with less than a handful of siblings in my whole life, or at least the part I can remember."

  Jocelyn stood staring with amazement at Kelli, who talked more than anyone she had met in a while and her brother who didn’t speak at all. Kelli continued to chatter away until Liam let out an exasperated noise and asked Jocelyn who came with her. Hearing his voice was like a jolt dragging her out of Kelli’s fast-paced conversation. Husky and assured but yet gently quiet, his voice belied his bronzed masculine body. How did he expect her to pay attention to his words when his voice was so velvety strong? That voic
e seemed directly connected to her core that heated uncomfortably when the timbre of it hit the sound waves.

  Jocelyn again observed Liam and unconsciously sought his eyes that were intently cataloging her whole being pulling her into a vortex they created. She should be offended as she watched him take in her full lips and dark hair that matched his own and meandered down her face making brief but intense eye contact before moving lower. Jocelyn felt a slow flush rise as his gaze lowered and a clenching in areas south as his eye lingered over her womanly attributes. She experienced that quickening of physical response that infrequently presented in her young life but was undoubtedly identifiable when it did happen.

  Jocelyn felt unexplainably drawn to him as she watched Liam. He seemed to have finished examining her person and he almost looked like he was in pain. She couldn’t figure out whether it was because of his sister’s constant chatter or something else. Surely he was used to his sister by now. Finally, he spoke.

  "Who came with you?" He almost seemed to demand.

  "Who came with me? No one came with me, I drove myself."

  Jocelyn watched his face harden and his teeth clenched causing his jaw to become hard and angular. His tone and body language echoed his words.

  "From North Dakota?" He turned to his sister for confirmation. "Isn’t that where you said your roommate was from?" He then turned back to Jocelyn before his sister could respond. "You drove yourself from North Dakota? Alone?"

  Was he irritated? Jocelyn wondered why he would sound so incredulous and something else, maybe possessive, as though he should have safeguarded her or worse yet, stopped her, protected her. She could see he was rubbing his hands and flexing them in an attempt to control them. She was quite capable of driving alone for a few days but couldn’t explain why she wanted to apologize for doing just that. She irrationally felt as though she wanted to please him.

  Then she laughed out loud. It was a nervous laugh, but it did the trick. The room relaxed and it was at that point he seemed to need to move but not before her gaze found the reason for some of his discomfort.

  "Yes, all the way from Bismarck, North Dakota. It took two long days and most of today, about 1500 miles, not such a long way. I am a big girl and can drive a couple of days myself. I would have made it even sooner if that motorcycle cop didn’t stop me. Where did you two come from?"

  "Sheridan, Wyoming and we took three days because Liam didn’t want to rush to get here." Kelli turned to Liam and said in an accusatory tone, "We could have taken it a bit quicker and still been fine." Liam answered with a shrug.

  "And," Kelli continued in the same tone, "I would have been fine driving alone but certain males in my family threw a fit at the mere mention of the idea."

  "Well, I drive to most places alone." Damn, but she had the uncomfortable thought she should apologize although his tone was more concerned than chastening.

  "I am sure you do, but not cross country I bet. Have you driven this far before, alone?" asked Liam.

  Jocelyn dismissed the implication. "No, but since I am a good driver and I brought a cell phone, GPS, and a good car, I was not worried."

  "Well, if you are going back, don’t do it alone. Since you are sharing living quarters with Kelli, you are an honorary part of our family and that means not doing anything that could jeopardize your safety from here on out."

  Ignoring his sister’s lament, he continued in a more parental tone.

  "And if I had known, we would have waited for you to get as far as Sheridan and then gone together. Better yet, I would have gone up and come down with you from Bismarck to Sheridan and then we would have come together. But I would never have let you do that trip alone." His body language and tone indicated he meant what he said.

  Jocelyn smiled as she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and said, "I guess it was a good thing you didn’t know me or my plans at that time. I’m sorry, that was mean, but it was really not difficult and I was fine."

  "Why did the cop stop you?" asked Liam.

  The question was quickly asked and quickly answered without Jocelyn taking the time to hear the warning in the words.

  "I guess I zoned a bit and noticed that I was going too fast after the policeman discovered it."

  "How much was it and how much over the limit?"

  "Oh, I didn’t end up with a ticket but I guess I was about eleven miles over the limit."

  Liam continued, "And the limit was…?"

  Jocelyn answered sheepishly, "Seventy." Liam was about to say something so she rushed to finish her thought. "And I am not doing that again, believe me."

  "Oh, I am sure you aren’t. If either of you girls gets a ticket for reckless driving, over the limit or worse, drinking and driving, you will be answering to me. Paying your ticket will be the least of your worries."

  Neither girl responded as Jocelyn looked over at Kelli to see if her brother was for real. Jocelyn was in shock that he thought he could speak to her like that. Again she wondered why it thrilled her girlie bits while it irritated her mind at the same time. He had seen the roll of her eyes before Kelli said quickly, "Jos, this is the place where you just say, uh huh and go on. If you don’t, he won’t stop until you do. I tell you, it is the way of the O’Connor men."

  Jocelyn looked over at Liam, who showed no signs of relenting or backing down in any way. "Fine, I will be sure to let you know if I plan to do something unsafe."

  Liam’s voice lowered and he leaned down to speak near Jocelyn's ear, though still audible to Kelli, "It means you won’t do anything unsafe."

  Jocelyn shivered, not from fear, but from his command of the situation, of the conversation, and irritatingly, of her.

  She countered, "Fine, I won’t do anything I believe is unsafe."

  Kelli missed it, but both Liam and Jocelyn knew she changed the wording just enough to satisfy both of them by half. Liam opened his mouth to speak, but Kelli bumped him out of the way so she could stand closer to Jocelyn. Liam allowed it and dropped the subject. He smothered a grin over Jocelyn’s play with words and then changed the subject to get things moving along.

  "Well, let’s go get your luggage before it gets too late and I begin to get too hungry to make polite conversation." He heard Jocelyn almost stifled a chortle, almost.

  Kelli took a swing at his broad, muscular arm and said, "And when did you plan to get to the polite conversation?" Liam shrugged his shoulders, grinned again, and looked expectantly at Jocelyn.

  "What? Oh, I'm okay. I can get my things. You two go do what you want to do. I’ll be just fine."

  Kelli jumped in. "But you could use some help, couldn’t you?" Jocelyn tried to read between the lines and decided that not rocking the boat would be best for now. It didn’t seem to take much to activate this guy’s macho meter.

  "Sure," Jocelyn agreed, "but I don’t need it. I didn’t bring much and I am capable of handling things on my own. I don’t have any brothers to help me out, so I learned to do for myself."

  Kelli rolled her eyes and tried to push Jocelyn towards the door. "Well, I wish I had some time without a brother, but here he is, and he is older than me which means he was here first, darn him."

  "Are you two the only siblings? Are there no others at home? Oh no, wait, you said lots of siblings."

  Kelli laughed. "Lord, I wish. I am blessed to share five overbearing brutes with one sister. Condolences are always appreciated."

  Jocelyn joined in Kelli’s laughter.

  Liam scowled and grunted. "We are helping you and that is that." And that was that. Kelli shoved Jocelyn out the door. Liam and Kelli made quick work of helping with her things. Once they had emptied Jocelyn’s car and had placed the last bag in the room, Liam said, "Let’s go, ladies, I am starving."

  "Oh, I’m not going. I will just stay here and put things away. You guys enjoy and thanks so much for helping me with my stuff. It was sweet of you…"

  As Jocelyn was talking, Liam put his arm around her waist, placing his hand on the curve of h
er hip. He guided her out of the room, ignoring her protests and Kelli grabbed both girls’ handbags as they locked the door behind them.

  "Hey, I said I wasn’t hungry."

  "No, what you said was you weren’t going."

  "Same thing."

  "No, it isn’t," Liam said as he opened the door for Jocelyn and sat her in the front seat of his pickup. Kelli climbed in the back seat, Liam closing both doors on his way around to the drivers’ side.

  Kelli spoke quickly before Liam got to his side of the pickup.

  "Sorry, Jocelyn. We call it the cowboy mentality, he is the boss of his world and he is infuriating, but if you need protection, brothers are the best and cowboy brothers beat them all."

  Jocelyn laughed and both girls looked over at Liam as he slid into his seat and buckled. He looked at them as though he often was the topic of girls’ conversations. Then he raised his eyebrows and indicated the seat belt.

  "Buckle, Jocelyn."

  Jocelyn rushed to do his bidding as a red glow of embarrassment flared up her neck. There it was again, that look of control as though he had the right to care for her. It made her shiver with anticipation and apprehension. Ignoring her body and mind’s response, she turned to learn more about Kelli as Liam listened and drove them to a nice little restaurant.

  * * * * *

  Liam could tell he was making her blood run hot with his penetrating looks. He knew he instinctively had a take charge manner with his sisters but with other women, he rarely felt the desire to connect on that level of intimacy. It was intimacy for him because he was serious about that part of his life and you needed to mean something to him, which was why this was so odd. He just met her. He knew he attracted women physically and the no nonsense manner that was typical of him was appealing on the surface. But when a woman found out that it was more than surface ripple, that it was to the core, they usually dropped him for a more accommodating man.