UNDER THE COVERS

Juliet tensed the second the outside door clanged shut. So much for her brief reprieve. She turned around and sat on the highest rung of the ladder, her gaze on the hard wooden floor so far below her feet. Paintings still hung on the wall, and she needed to take them down. But first, she had to face the sheriff.
She’d known he’d show up after receiving her e-mail. Nerves jumped in her belly as she waited.
He strode into the main room of the art gallery and brought the scents of male and pine with him. Stopping several feet away, he looked up. “Juliet.”
“Sheriff.” She took a deep breath, trying to keep her focus on his dark eyes.
But that body deserved a second glance. Tight and packed hard, the sheriff wore faded jeans, a dark button-downed shirt, and a gun at his hip. Black hair swept away from a bronze face with rugged features. Not handsome, but definitely masculine and somehow, tough. Years ago, she’d liked tough. Many years ago.
He cocked his head to the side and studied her.
For months, he’d been studying her…that dark gaze probing deep, warming her in places she tried to control. But Quinn Lodge was all about control, and the smirk he gave promised she’d be the one relinquishing it. “Any other woman, I’d be worried about that top rung. Not you, though,” he murmured.
She smiled to mask her instant arousal from his gravelly voice and resorted to using a polite tone. “You don’t care if I fall?”
“I care. But you won’t fall. You’re the most graceful person I’ve ever met. Ever even seen.” Admiration and something deeper glimmered in his eyes.
She swallowed. “Thank you. Now perhaps we should get to the arguing part of the evening.”
“I’m not going to argue.” Stubbornness lined his jaw, at home and natural along the firm length. “Neither are you.”
While the words sounded like a peaceful overture, in truth, they were nothing but an order. She clasped her hands together and smoothed down her long skirt. When he used that tone, her panties dampened. If the boys from the private school who’d dubbed her “frigid virgin” could only see her now. “Good, no arguing. We agree.”
His grin flashed a dimple in his left cheek, and he shifted his weight. “You’re not leaving the gallery.”
“Yes, I am.” She should not look. She absolutely would not look. But she’d recognized his move when he’s shifted his weight…yes. A very impressive bulge filled out the sheriff’s worn jeans.
She swallowed, her ears ringing. Her thighs suddenly ached to part.
His eyebrows rose. “Juliet?”
Guilt flashed through her even as her eyes shot up. “Yes?”
His smile was devastating. “Would you like to finally discuss it?”
“Your erection?” The words slipped out before she could think. Oh God. She slapped a hand over her mouth.
He laughed, the sound male and free. “Here in the backcountry, ma’am, we prefer the term hard-on. But yes, let’s discuss the fact that I’m permanently erect around you. Tell me you’re finally ready to do something about it.”
Her heart bashed into her rib cage. “Like what?” she choked.
“Well now”— he tucked his thumbs in his pockets, his gaze caressing up her legs to her rapidly sharpening nipples— “I’ve never taken a woman on a ladder before, but the thought does have some possibilities. How flexible are you, darlin’?”
The spit dried up in her mouth, while warmth flowed through the rest of her. He wasn’t joking. If she gave the word, he’d be on her. Shock filled her at how badly she wanted the sheriff on her. Most men would be at least a little embarrassed by the tented jeans. Not Quinn Lodge. He wanted to explore the idea.
“While I appreciate your offer, I’d prefer we returned to settling the issue of the gallery.” Could she sound any less like a spinster from the eighteen hundreds? “I’m unable to pay the rent, and thus, I need to move on.” But where? The upcoming art show needed to be somewhere close by or nobody would attend. While she had no choice but to leave town right after the opening, at least she could leave on a triumphant note.
“I don’t need the rent. Let’s keep a running total, and after you’re hugely successful, you can pay me.” He ran a broad hand through his hair. “Stop being impossible.”
She wasn’t a charity case. Plus, the last person she wanted to owe was the sheriff. The man viewed the world in clear, unequivocal lines, and she lived in the gray area. A fact he could never know.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not taking advantage of you.” She was out of money, and no way would she stick around.
He sighed. “Juliet, I don’t need the money.”
The words from any other man would’ve been bragging. Not Quinn Lodge. He was merely being nice…and telling the truth. His family owned most of Montana, and he’d invested heavily in real estate. The guy owned many properties, including the two-story brick building that had held her gallery for the past few months, since she’d arrived in town.
She sighed. “I’m not owing you.”
His chin lowered.
Hers lifted.
A cell phone buzzed from his pocket. He drew it out, frowned at the number, and then looked back up at her. “I, ah, need to take this. Do you mind?”
“No.” Darn if his manners didn’t make her feel even more uncomfortable.
“Thanks.” He lifted the device to his ear. “Lodge here.”
He listened and slowly exhaled. “Thank you, Governor.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so… Yes, I understand what you are saying.” Dark eyes rose and warmed as they focused on Juliet’s hardened nipples. She’d cross her arms, but why hide? It wasn’t like the sheriff was concerned about the massive erection he was still sporting, and she could be just as nonchalant as he. She dragged her thoughts back to his ongoing conversation.
“I would, but I already have a date.” That dimple flashed again, this time longer. “Yes, I’m seeing someone—Juliet Montgomery. She owns the art gallery in town. Of course she’ll be at the dance as well as at the ride. Thank you very much.” He slid the phone into his pocket.
Tingles wandered down Juliet’s spine. Several of her fantasies regarding the sheriff included being part of his everyday life. Of course, many more centered on his nights. “We’re dating?”
“Well now,” only a true Montana man could drawl a sentence like that, “how about we reach an agreement?”
She frowned even as her clit sprang to attention. Her raging hormones would love to reach an agreement. “I’m not for sale, Quinn.”
He lost the smile. “I would never presume you were, darlin’. Here’s the deal—we both need help. How about we help each other?”

“Besides,” Quinn reached the bottom of the ladder and held up a hand, “aren’t you tired of dancing around this? For the last few months, we’ve danced around this.”
“That’s what responsible adults do.” Juliet automatically took his hand to descend. Electricity danced up her arm from his warm palm.
“Bullshit.” He helped her to the hard-tiled floor.
“You feel it, too.”
Yes, she did, and the crass language actually turned her on. But he didn’t know her, and he wouldn’t like her if he did. “I’ve chosen not to act on any temporary attraction.” As a tall woman, it truly unnerved her when she needed to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. “How tall are you, anyway?”
He shrugged. “Six four, last time I checked. How about you?”
“Five ten.”
He nodded. “Petite. Very petite.”
The man was crazy. She tugged her hand free. “I’m not dating you.”
“I know. We’re pretending.” He glanced around at the many paintings on the wall. “Are these from Sophie’s new collection?”
“Yes.” The damn man already knew his sister-in-law’s paintings adorned the walls.
“Didn’t you promise her an amazing showing for the opening of your gallery?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, then. This is the only place to have an amazing showing, right?”
Wasn’t that just like a man to go right for the kill? Sophie was Juliet’s friend, one of her only friends, and the showing meant a lot to her. “You’re not being fair.”
He reached out and ran a finger down Juliet’s cheek, his gaze following the motion.
Heat flared from his touch, through her breasts, right down between her legs. “Stop.”
His hand dropped. “I need a pretend girlfriend. You need to keep the gallery open. This is a perfect agreement.”
Darn it. Temptation had her glancing around the spectacular space. Three rooms, all containing different types of Western art, made up the gallery. The main room already held most of the paintings created by Sophie Lodge. Rich, oil-based paintings showing life in Maverick, life on the reservation, and the wickedness of Montana weather. The showing would put both Sophie’s art and Juliet’s gallery on the Western-gallery map.
She wanted on that map. Perhaps badly enough to make a deal with the sheriff. Plus, she was tired of dancing around her attraction to Quinn. Would that attraction explode or fizzle if they spent time together? Frankly, it didn’t matter. She had to leave town soon. Why not appease her curiosity? “Okay, but keep your hands to yourself.”
“But—”
“No.” She pressed her hands on her hips. The man was too dangerous, too tempting. A woman had to keep some control, or Quinn would run wild. No question. “You’re creative, and this is your idea. If we pretend to date, you keep your hands off me.”
His eyes dropped to an amused, challenging expression. He held out both hands, palms up. “Tell you what, darlin’. These hands won’t touch you until you ask nicely. Very nicely.”
“That will never happen,” she snapped.
His left eyebrow rose. “I wondered if that red hair came with a temper.” Interest darkened his eyes to midnight. “So much passion locked up in such a classy package. I thought so.” He leaned into her space. “Be careful, or I’ll make you beg.”.

** “If you’ve read the previous book in the series, then you know there is an emphasis on family. I LOVE THIS! The tight-knit group and all the banter between them propels this book from good to great. I am very much looking forward to reading all about the characters. Hopefully Hawk will have a book as well.” Four Stars – Annie from Under the Covers

** 4 Smokin’ Hot Sexy Sheriff Stars!!! Dorsey from Goodreads

** “WOW! Not often does the second book match the intenseness of the fist from a series, but UNDER THE COVER surpassed it. Whatever it was that didn’t quite clicked with me while reading AGAIST The WALL, book 2 of the Maverick Montana Novels, has it. I’m not sure if its Quinn cocky arrogance which Rebecca writes so well or the tuff defiance that Juliet has to withstand him, but I totally absorbed this book!” Five Stars – Carol on Goodreads

** “I lost my mind reading AGAINST THE WALL and Rebecca continued to thrill me with UNDER THE COVERS…. Bottom Line: Romance Readers Will Love This Series – Period.” Five Stars – Author Stacey O’Neale

** “This story is full of passion, great people, great family and loads of love.” Four Stars – Lauren at Live Read and Breathe Reviews