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  Caught in the Crossfire

  Annette Broadrick

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  Published by Silhouette Books

  America's Publisher of Contemporary Romance

  What Was He Doing In Bed With Her?

  Even more important, why had she allowed him into her bed?

  He'd decided after the night they'd met that he'd be much better off not to call her. His strong reaction to her that night was warning enough. By the next day he'd known that if he continued to see her, they would end up in bed together. He'd reminded himself that Lindsey Russell was not the kind of woman who would be willing to have a no-strings-attached relationship, which was the only kind he was interested in having these days.

  Until last night, from the evidence. There were all kinds of strings attached to this scenario, none of them to his liking.

  If there was one thing that Jared knew on this particular morning, it was that he had no business being in Lindsey Russell's bed.

  What had he been thinking?

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to another passionate month at Silhouette Desire where the menu is set with another fabulous title in our DYNASTIES: THE DANFORTHS series. Linda Conrad provides The Laws of Passion when Danforth heir Marc must clear his name or face the consequences. And here's a little something to whet your appetite—the second installment of Annette Broadrick's THE CRENSHAWS OF TEXAS. What's a man to do when he's Caught in the Crossfire—actually, when he's caught in bed with a senator's daughter? You'll have to wait and see….

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  Melissa Jeglinski

  Senior Editor

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  The Crenshaws of Texas

  ANNETTE BROADRICK

  believes in romance and the magic of life. Since 1984, Annette has shared her view of life and love with readers. In addition to being nominated by Romantic Times magazine as one of the Best New Authors of that year, she has also won the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award for Best in its Series, the Romantic Times WISH Award, and the Romantic Times magazine Lifetime Achievement Awards for Series Romance and Series Romantic Fantasy.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  It was mid-October. The Crenshaws of Texas were having a party, and everyone for miles around had been invited.

  Joe and Gail Crenshaw's oldest son, Jake, and Ashley—the only child of Joe's foreman, Kenneth Sullivan—had been married in a private ceremony earlier in the day and now all their friends and neighbors were celebrating at one of Joe's famous barbecues.

  Strings of lights decorated the large live oaks surrounding the hacienda-style homestead, and dozens of tiki torches offered light to the crowd and discouraged any lingering mosquitoes that might have survived the first cold front that had moved through the Hill Country of Texas the week before.

  The patio had been cleared for dancing to the music of a local country-western band, and people of all ages were either dancing or watching those who were.

  Heather—Jake's four-year-old daughter from his first marriage—raced in and around the visitors with Blackie, her three-month-old Border collie puppy, nipping at her heels. A half-dozen children followed them, sounding like a noisy uprising from the kindergarten set.

  Joe and Gail watched the festivities from a picnic table near the patio. Gail chuckled at the children's antics. Life had certainly changed for them during the past few months since Jake discovered he had a daughter. At long last, Gail was a grandmother. She couldn't have been happier.

  "I'm so glad to see Heather playing with the other children. It's quite a change from her birthday party three weeks ago. She wouldn't leave Jake's arms all evening."

  "I think having the puppy has helped her overcome her shyness." Joe looked at the people milling around. "Looks like everyone's enjoying tonight. I'm glad the weather cooperated."

  Gail laughed. "We've never had bad weather on the day of one of our parties. Have you noticed that?"

  "I just figured that's what you wanted, so I did what I could to pl
ease you."

  She snickered. "You are so full of it." She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "I sometimes wonder why I've put up with you all these years."

  He pulled her close and nuzzled her ear. "You want me to remind you?" he asked silkily, causing her to blush.

  She immediately changed the subject before his comments continued.

  "I'm glad Jake and Ashley agreed to have a short engagement. Heather wanted Ashley living with them as soon as they told her they were to marry." She searched for the couple until she spotted them dancing. "It's been wonderful to see Jake happy again after all those years alone."

  The band was playing a slow tune and they watched as Jake and Ashley swayed together, their arms firmly wrapped around each other.

  Joe looked around, wondering where his three younger sons were hiding. "I hope the others decide to follow Jake's lead and settle down one of these days."

  He spotted them in the shadows of one of the large trees, watching the festivities from a safe distance.

  Joe loved his sons, although they'd been a handful to bring up. What one didn't think of to do, another one would. High-spirited, Gail called them. Joe thought of them as rambunctious and rowdy.

  He had to admit that they hadn't turned out half-bad. In fact, he was downright proud of them.

  He and Gail had been stunned when Jason, their youngest son, showed up unexpectedly at the ranch yesterday. He'd made the Army his career and now had a highly classified, and dangerous, position in Special Ops.

  Jude, their third son, had been part of the National Security Agency for the past three years. At present, he was working out of San Antonio on some kind of classified assignment. Joe had long ago learned not to inquire into his two younger sons' work. He was pleased that Jude had been close enough to come to the wedding.

  Jared was the one he tended to worry about. He'd always had a strong independent streak. He had a degree in petroleum engineering and was hired by one of the largest oil companies in the world as soon as he graduated. He seemed to enjoy his job as troubleshooter for the company, traveling from one hot spot to another around the world. He had just returned from Saudi Arabia.

  Joe knew that Jared was good at what he did. He should know—Jared had found oil on the ranch the summer before his senior year at the University of Texas. But Joe worried that Jared courted danger wherever he went. Almost a daredevil. Either that or he was convinced he was immortal. He'd always taken too many chances, ever since he was a child.

  He couldn't see Jared settling down anytime soon.

  Gail smiled as she saw her three younger sons catching up on each other's lives. It had been a long while since all four of the boys had been anywhere at the same time.

  The Crenshaw males were tall and blond with a rangy build that made them look good in whatever they chose to wear. They had broad, muscular shoulders and chests, narrow waists, long legs and what Gail thought of as snake hips. Shopping for them when they were kids had been a chore, trying to find pants that would fit their narrow waists and hips and long legs.

  All of them had Joe's looks and charisma, the same kind of looks and charisma that had caught her attention so many years ago. She'd fallen hard for the man and had never once regretted jumping into marriage soon after they met.

  "It's good to have all four of them home at the same time," Joe said, echoing Gail's thoughts.

  "I consider it a miracle," Gail softly replied.

  "Great party…as usual," one of their neighbors said, sitting down across from them. "I swear, you two don't look old enough to have four strapping sons. Life certainly agrees with you."

  Joe looked at Gail with a lifted brow and a provocative smile, causing her to blush before they both laughed.

  "I have to agree with you there, Stu," Joe replied.

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  "Hey, Jared," Jason said. With a nod toward two new arrivals, he asked, "Do you know the couple who just arrived? She's quite a looker."

  Jared glanced over his shoulder, saw the couple Jason was talking about and did a double take.

  "Well, I'll be."

  "What?" Jude asked.

  "That's Senator Russell."

  "Really," Jason replied. "Why would a U.S. senator be coming to one of our parties?"

  Jared took a sip of beer from the long-necked bottle in his hand. "Good question. We know that the family's been working on obtaining better water rights. The good senator heads up one of the committees that will decide whether the bill that was recently introduced will get out of committee and onto the floor. Maybe Dad thinks a casual meeting between the interested parties and Russell might help things along."

  All three of them watched the couple being greeted by several well-wishers. Senator Russell was an imposing figure, tall and lean with thick silvery hair brushed away from his forehead. The senator's deep voice carried even from this distance. No doubt about it, the man had charisma and a winning smile.

  "Is that his wife?" Jason finally asked.

  Jared hadn't taken his eyes off the young woman since her arrival. "Not a wife. He's been a widower for years. I wonder if that's his daughter?"

  The woman with Senator Russell wore her dark hair pulled away from her face in some kind of fancy twist. He had to admit the hairdo revealed an exquisite profile. She looked expensive, which wasn't surprising given the senator's fortune, and shook hands like royalty graciously greeting her subjects.

  He smiled. Miss Royalty. Yeah, that suited her.

  Jared glanced at his brothers and grinned. "If you two will excuse me, I believe I'll go introduce myself, maybe help entertain her while she's here."

  "And at least get a phone number. If you strike out, maybe Jude or I will have a chance," Jason said.

  Jared strode away from his brothers, their knowing chuckles following him.

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  A Texas barbecue was nothing like the formal parties Lindsey Russell attended with her father in Washington. She smiled at the obvious enjoyment of the guests. The mixture of music, simultaneous conversations and uproarious laughter at the Crenshaw party was a far cry from what she was used to, and she felt a little overwhelmed.

  She hadn't been in Texas for several years. She hadn't even accompanied her father when he returned from time to time to meet with constituents. Instead, she'd stayed in Washington, attending a series of private schools and most recently Georgetown University, from which she'd graduated this past June.

  Only then did Lindsey understand that her father planned for her to stay in Washington to be available to act as his hostess for various dinners and other occasions.

  Her father had been amused that she'd chosen to major in art history, saying it didn't really matter, since she wouldn't ever have to make a living for herself. He intended to support her until she married. He would, of course, make certain any prospective husband had the means to keep her in the style to which she was accustomed.

  For the past three years, Lindsey had sincerely hoped that her father might marry one of the ladies he escorted around town so that he would switch his focus off her. However, there had been no sign that he was anything more than friends with the women, and Lindsey had begun to despair that he would ever step back and allow her to live her own life and to make her own decisions.

  He ignored her when she attempted to tell him that she wasn't interested in getting married anytime soon. Her present goal was to get out on her own, get a job, support herself and not have him micromanaging her life.

  Her father was like a mother hen with one chick, constantly hovering over her and insisting that he knew what was best for her.

  She'd done what she could to keep him happy by working hard at school and making good grades. She'd even acquiesced when her dad had wanted her to live at home and attend Georgetown rather than Vassar, the school of her choice.

  Lindsey had now taken a stand and he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. She'd hoped that by spending these past several months after graduation with him he
would be more agreeable to her plans to leave home.

  How naive could she possibly have been? In retrospect, she should have known that because she had gone along with his plans for her for all of her life, he wasn't going to let go of any decision-making where she was concerned.

  Hence, their rather noisy altercation earlier today.

  For the past two weeks she'd been in New York visiting with one of her college friends, Janeen White. She and Janeen had met in the Art History department and had immediately bonded when Janeen explained that she had chosen to attend Georgetown U to get away from her well-meaning—but meddling—family in New York.

  Janeen's family was comfortably wealthy and moved in the best circles. Her parents, like the senator, felt that they knew what was best for Janeen. Unlike Lindsey, Janeen had stood up to them and had moved to Washington despite their protests.

  During her four years away from home Janeen set necessary boundaries where her family was concerned. Now that she had her degree, she had gotten her own apartment in Manhattan and worked full-time at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where she'd interned during the past three summers.

  Because of Janeen, Lindsey had gotten an interview with the curator of the museum while she was visiting Janeen in New York. Lindsey had been ecstatic when the curator offered to hire her as an assistant to one of the assistants at the museum starting in January.

  Lindsey couldn't contain her excitement. She'd arrived at her father's ranch late last night and announced over breakfast that she would be moving to New York the first of the year.

  Her father's reaction could have been heard in the three surrounding states and Mexico. Lindsey had never seen him so upset. Then again, she'd never defied him before.

  She'd stood up to him, but staying calm and not giving in to angry tears had been the toughest things she'd ever faced. She still trembled when she recalled the scene.

  "What do you mean, you've accepted a job in New York? Are you out of your mind?" he'd said, slapping the table with his open hand. Thank goodness they'd finished eating and there was little remaining liquid in their water and orange juice glasses, although one of their cups of coffee had overturned.