Then Came You: A Prequel to The McPhee Clan (17 page)

"You knew my grandmother?" She slid a little in the mud as she crept closer.

"Very well." He shook his head in a sorry way, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Didn't the attorney tell you in his instructions to hire a driver?"

"I saw no need for the expenditure." Her chin shot up. She'd never seen a more masculine specimen. His broad chest, rock-solid arms and chiseled face looked carved from granite. Lightning blazed, thunder boomed and darkness fell in quick succession, leaving his image emblazoned upon her eyelids. "This may be my first time driving a team, but I've done perfectly fine."

"I can't believe you'd risk these roads in a storm. Glad I came across you when I did."

"Me, too." There was something about the man that tied her stomach in a knot. He was a stranger, and just because he'd known their grandmother didn't mean he was a good man. Or a safe man, she thought with a shiver. "Just who are you?"

"The name's Kincaid. Beckett Kincaid." His molasses-dark voice rumbled over her. She tingled in the strangest way, like she'd been too close to lightning.

Jillian Hart makes her home in Washington State, where she has lived most of her life. When Jillian is not writing away on her next book, she can be found reading, going to lunch with friends and spending quiet evenings at home with her family.