Never Let You Go
Never Let You Go
Judy Christenberry
JED KNEW MEN AND HORSES. AND HE UNDERSTOOD A LITTLE ABOUT WOMEN.But born illegitimate, a lifelong loner, what the cowboy didn't understandwould probably never understandwas families.Which meant that the attraction he felt for rich, pretty rancher Beth Kennedy was just that. Attraction. Nothing more. There was no future in itno house with flowers, no cradles filled with sweet-smelling babies.So Jed vowed he'd train Beth to be the best rodeo rider she could be. Then he'd move on down the road.Alone.Unless he'd just found a place to call home.
You could take me to the dance.
Jed frowned ferociously, as if her words were a surprise. I dont mix business and pleasure.
Beth wanted to ask him which he considered her to be, but she didnt. She wouldnt like the answer. Since we both know youd only be doing it to protect my reputation, I dont think it would hurt. No need to mention shed faced these kinds of situations before without a date.
He rubbed the back of his neck, then looked at her again. I suppose I could, as long as you understand theres nothing personal.
There was something personal, all right, Beth thought. Jed just didnt know it. Yet.
An unexpected inheritance changed their lives
but would love be their ultimate reward?
NEVER LET YOU GO
(Silhouette Romance #1453)
THE BORROWED GROOM
(Silhouette Romance #1457)
CHERISH THE BOSS
(Silhouette Romance #1463)
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Never Let You Go
Judy Christenberry
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JUDY CHRISTENBERRY
has been writing romances for fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. Shes a bestselling writer for Harlequin American Romance, but she has a long love of traditional romances and is delighted to tell a story that brings those elements to the reader. Judy quit teaching French recently and devotes her time to writing. She hopes readers have as much fun reading her stories as she does writing them. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judys a native Texan, but has been temporarily transplanted to Arizona.
Contents
Chapter One (#u0fe3d587-1b3e-535e-b011-4922118e5bc3)
Chapter Two (#u5c6c1f01-5af9-5170-aea5-dcdef01b3a2b)
Chapter Three (#u42825385-d2fb-52e9-beb8-fdb2befb6178)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Where have you been? Abby Kennedy asked her sister Beth, meeting her at the door. You said youd be back over an hour ago.
A frown on her forehead, Beth moved into the living room. Flat tire, she said succinctly. The Circle K ranch, their home, was in the lower panhandle of Texas, an hour from the city of Wichita Falls. Tumbleweed, twenty miles away, was the nearest town where she could get a tire fixed. Did anyone come to see me?
Jedadiah Davis stood in the shadows of the living room, staring at the beautiful young woman whod finally returned, after hed waited for more than an hour.
He should have been prepared for her beauty. After all, her sisters, Abby and Melissa, were both lookers. But something about Elizabeth Kennedy grabbed at him more than both of her sisters put together. Bad sign.
Besides, he wasnt sure he was interested in a rich lady for a client. Hed agreed to meet with her, but he hadnt made any promises. Word had gotten out that these ladies were wealthy. Hed given the missing sister the benefit of the doubt, but after waiting for an hour, he was fed up.
Fed up, or scared to death of getting close to her, his inner voice teased. She was young, fresh, rich and beautiful. What did she want with barrel racing? She didnt need that particular spotlight to be noticed.
Mr. Davis is here. He said he had an appointment, Abby said, gesturing in his direction.
Beth stepped forward, her gaze landing on him in the shadows. An inexplicable look of relief crossed her face and she walked towards him, her hand extended.
Hed been ready to leave for the past half hour, but the sisters had kept him talking, their polite manners making his exit impossible. Now he was tempted to stride out of the room without excusing his poor behavior.
Hello, Beth said. I apologize. I didnt see you after the glare of the sun from outside. Im sorry I kept you waiting.
She stopped as he shook her hand, her face flushed and her eyes widened in surprise.
He wished his reaction had been that simple. At least he hoped he hid the surge of desire that hit him, the approval he felt as he realized her hands were callused, hard, the sign of a worker.
I wanted to talk to you about training me to be a barrel racer, she said. She hooked her thumbs in the back pockets of her jeans. One light brown eyebrow slid up. I understand youre the best.
He recognized a challenge when he heard one. He tightened his features, hoping for impassiveness. Yeah. The best.
Well, you certainly dont lack in self-confidence, she chided, her chin rising slightly even as she smiled.
He kept his answer succinct. After all, he wasnt being hired for conversation. Nope.
I assume you have references. Ive read some interviews, but I havent heard who youve worked with lately.
I trained two of the last three world champions. You can call Sherry Duncan and Lisa McDonald, he said, naming his two latest pupils. He wasnt used to having his credentials questioned, but he didnt blame the young woman for asking. No, that wasnt the problem.
But there was a problem. Or maybe several.
Look, Miss Kennedy, I think theres been a mistake, he said, avoiding her gaze. Ill be on my way.
Wait! He heard Beth call as he turned his back on her, not bothering to shake hands with her. He didnt want to touch her again. The last time had unsettled him for some strange reason.
Where are you going? she asked.
On down the road. I have others interested in my services.
I havent said Im not interested, she reminded him.
Youre not the only one to make the decision, lady. I dont work where Im not wanted. He opened the door and walked out to his beat-up pickup, ignoring the whispering going on between the sisters.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he hoped it was Abby, the sensible older sister. But the tingling on the nape of his neck told him it was Beth.
Soft name. Feminine. Trouble.
Mr. Davis, could we talk a minute?
Nothing to talk about, he muttered. All his instincts were yelling for him to get the hell out of there before she persuaded him to stay.
He slid behind the wheel and closed the door, but the window was down, since it was October, and she put her hand on the opening.
Whats your hurry?
Ive been waiting over an hour for you to get your rear in gear, lady. I dont like to waste time. He kept staring straight ahead. Hed already noted her hazel eyes, the dash of freckles across her nose, the full lips that started a hunger in him that was dangerous.
Hell, she was too young for him to be thinking those thoughts. He was only thirty-two but he felt years older in comparison to her fresh beauty.
I didnt have a flat tire on purpose.
Doesnt take that long to fix a flat tire. Unless youre sitting helpless-like alongside the road waiting for Prince Charming. He figured even then someone would happen along pretty quick for a woman like Beth Kennedy.
She flushed and looked away. I didnt have a spare, she muttered.
What did you do?
I had to walk to a neighbors house and call the garage in town and have them bring one out to me. Now she looked him in the eye. I shouldve called here to warn you Id be late. I apologize.
No problem, he said, and cranked the engine in his truck.
So I apologized. Why are you leaving?
I dont work with anyone who wont give one hundred percent.
Both of those pretty brows rose, almost disappearing in her soft bangs. Who said I wouldnt?
You have to be hungry to make it in rodeo. Youre not hungry.
Oh, yes I am.
How could you be? Your next meal doesnt depend on how well you race.
She studied him, which made him all the more uneasy. He knew some women were attracted to him. Hed had too many offers to deny the truth of it. But he was untrained in social skills.
Does your next meal depend on your job? she asked casually. But he saw the intelligence in her eyes. More trouble.
He shrugged. Not my next one, but eventually Id run out. It did once.
Mine did once, too. Not now, as youve obviously heard. But its not food that drives me. And I think its not food that drives you. That doesnt make me any less hungry. Does it you?
Damn, why didnt she back off? He couldnt be anything but honest. Nope.
So, we have something in common.
I charge a hefty fee. He was searching for reasons to leave. He should have known money wouldnt be one of them. But hed try. He doubled his fee, watching her face as he named it.
My, my, you are proud of your work, arent you?
The urge to justify that amount, to tell her just how good he was, surged through him, but he held it in check. Yeah.
Okay.
He stared at her, not sure what her single word meant. And irritated that she could be even more succinct than he was.
Okay, what?
Im agreeing to your price. Im assuming thats in addition to room and board. Anything else?
Yeah. If I take on any other training jobs, Ill need stable space for the animals. Ill pay for the extra feed, of course.
Ill have to check with Abby on that. She runs the ranch. But I think itll be okay. When can you start?
What the hell was he doing? Hed had every intention of driving down that long, dusty driveway and never looking back. Now he was practically moved in.
Wait a minute. I havent seen you ride.
So well try it for a week or two and then reevaluate. If you dont think Im worth your time, you move on. Or if I dont like the way you work, you move on. If were both satisfied, we keep going. She was watching him closely. When he didnt respond, she repeated her earlier question. When can you start?
Uh, in the morning?
Right. Itll take about an hour to fix up a room in the bunkhouse. Youll take your meals at the house with us. The stable has a couple of empty stalls, she said, gesturing to the two-horse trailer he had hitched to his truck. Want some help settling your horses?
No! I handle my animals. No one else touches them. Got that?
Got it. And I hope you take lots of sugar in your coffee, she returned.
He knew he was going to regret asking, but he couldnt help himself. Why?
Cause you need to sweeten up. Otherwise, everything around you is going to go sour, she snapped, stepping back from the truck.
Maybe I need something more than sugar, he retorted, determined to make her back down. What do you say to that?
That youre out of luck unless you want to visit town and fork over some cash. Thats none of my business as long as you do your job. Her chin was rising again, a sign hed already figured out meant she was digging in her toes.
Ill do my job, lady. You just see if you can stand the pace. He glared at her, but she said nothing else, simply giving him a careless salute and walking toward the house.
He watched the sway of her rear in those tight jeans and was afraid he might drool. Visiting town for some female companionship might be a necessity if he hung around Beth Kennedy for any period of time.
Damn, hed gotten himself into a mess.
Beth could feel his glare on her. She hoped her trembling legs didnt show beneath her jeans. What had she gotten herself into?
She wanted to be a barrel racer. The best barrel racer in the world. Shed heard of Jedadiah Davis, read about him. She couldnt wait to have met him.
Of course, she should have called, but shed thought she could get home quicker than she had. And she hadnt wanted to tell her sisters what she was up to.
She should have known hed be offended by his wait. He was so full of himselfokay, so maybe he had a right to be self-confident. He was the best.
And the handsomest.
She hadnt expected his rugged good looks. Those piercing blue eyes seemed to read every thought in her head. But that must not be true, or he would have known hed rocked her almost from the beginning.
Abby was anxiously waiting when she reached the house, taking Beths thoughts away from her reaction to the man.
Well? Are you going to train with Mr. Davis?
Hes staying. Ive got to clean out one of the unused rooms in the bunkhouse.
Ill help, Melissa, the middle Kennedy sister, said from the doorway. Ive been intending to work on those rooms anyway. Since their visit to the lawyers office a month ago, after their Aunt Beulahs death, learning of their inheritance, Melissa had been redoing the house, making it more efficient and more beautiful.
Thanks, Missy, Beth returned, using her childhood name for Melissa. Do you have time?
Yeah. Dinners already in the oven for tonight, and I baked a cake this morning.
Once he has one of your meals, Mr. Davis will never leave, Abby teased. Did you negotiate a fee? she asked her youngest sister.
Yeah, and its a good thing I inherited a lot of money. She told Abby the fee he demanded. Thats twice what I heard he charges, but hes well worth it. He probably doubled it because he doesnt think I have any talent, Beth muttered. Or because he didnt like me.
Why wouldnt he like you? Melissa demanded to know, her hands on her hips. She was always the first to defend her sisters.
Abby chuckled. Probably because shes hardheaded and demanding, Melissa.
Shes determined, Melissa corrected, and charming.
Both her sisters almost doubled over in laughter.
I swear, Missy, youd say the Grinch was misunderstood, Beth said, hugging her sister.
And shed convince the rest of us, Abby added.
Oh, you two, Melissa protested. But Im glad the mans going to take you on. He really is the best.
Yeah, I know, Beth agreed. Thank you both for letting me try this. I know itll make us a little shorthanded on the ranch.
Well manage, Abby assured her. When they discovered their inheritance, all three had vowed to pursue their dreams, but actually doing so wasnt easy. But why did a flat take so long?
I didnt get the spare fixed six months ago when I had the last flat.
Aunt Beulah always said you should pay attention to details, Abby reminded her.
Yeah, Beth agreed with a sigh. I think Jed Davis will be saying the same thing.
Beth gathered up clean sheets, a broom, a mop and bucket, and lots of cleaning supplies. Melissa followed her with a pillow, blanket and a set of towels. Only two men occupied the bunkhouse right now, though Abby was looking for new hands.
Barney had been on the ranch long before the girls had come to live there when their parents died fifteen years ago. Hed had a casual male influence on their lives, but mostly, hed been a friend. Beth had learned from Barney to whittle in rare moments of leisure. She trusted him.
The other cowhand, Dirk, kept to himself. Hed been on the ranch a little over two years, but he had forty years experience on the range. He might not be overly friendly, but he worked hard.
Now Jedadiah Davis would become a part of their lives. As she made the bed, Beth couldnt help wondering if hed stay long enough to get to know them, or move on, still a stranger.
A shiver passed through her. Something about the man bothered her. She believed his reputation, so there were no doubts there. But when hed shaken her hand, shed wanted to snatch it back, to retreat.
One look into his piercing blue eyes and shed felt exposed, unable to hide. And then there was his response to her comments about sugar.
She hoped the man didnt think there were any extracurricular benefits to training her. You wish, her inner voice taunted.
Grinning ruefully, she admitted he was attractive. Her social life, in the face of Beulahs need of their help, had suffered. She didnt know much about men in that area. Her one attempt to gain some experience had been a disaster.
Fortunately, the man had moved on, leaving her at home to lick her wounds, never having to see him again. She sure wouldnt want to ruin her training with anymessiness.
I can do that.
The deep burr of a voice didnt need identifying. She snapped straight up from her bent position over his bed. Spinning around, she put her hands on her hips, hoping to looked composed.
No problem. Weve just finished. That is, Melissa helped me, but she went back to the house to check on dinner. She scooped the towels up from the one chair in the little room. Heres a set of towels. Toss the dirty ones over in that laundry basket. We pick up the dirty clothes every couple of days and return them washed the next day.
Ill take care of my own laundry, he growled.
Suit yourself, but if youre picturing me bent over a washtub, dont. We have good equipment and share the work. She didnt add that the new washing machine and dryer had arrived only a couple of weeks ago.
He nodded but said nothing else, just staring at her.
Well, dinner will be at six. The other two men are Barney and Dirk. Introduce yourself and Ill see you at dinner.
Did you ask Abby about my training other horses?
She was glad shed remembered to ask. They had plenty of space for the man to train horses. In fact, she hoped she might learn something about it. Yes. She said thats not a problem.
Good.
He continued to stare at her, not moving out of the doorway. Something warned her not to push past him. It was as if sparks would fly if she touched him.
Need anything else? she asked.
No, I guess not.
Then, welcome to the Circle K. Hope you like it here. She took a step forward. Still he didnt move.
Her mop, broom and pail were against the wall by the door. She moved to pick them up.
His big hand circled the broom and mop. Want me to carry these to the house?
Startled by his offer, she looked into his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. No, of course not. Im no debutante, unable to do for myself.
Her aunt had worked them hard because it had been necessary. Or at least, theyd thought it had. And taught them a lot. But shed done more than that. Shed given them a home together when Social Services had intended to separate them into three foster homes. She was their uncles widow, no blood kin, but shed taken them anyway.
Well see what youre made of tomorrow morning, he warned, as if he didnt believe her words.
But Beth wasnt about to show any fear. You bet you will, cowboy.
Chapter Two
In spite of her brave words, Beth didnt sleep well that night.
After a meal where her stomach rolled every time Jed spoke, which, fortunately, wasnt often, shed maintained her ground until the man had left the house. Then shed hidden in her room, poring over the books shed found on barrel racing. And any information she could find about Jedadiah Davis.
There was little written on Jeds early years. Hed made his mark on the rodeo circuit as a roper. Twice hed won the national championship. Three other times hed been in the top five. Then hed hurt his arm in an auto accident and had turned to training.
And never looked back.
For the past four years, hed been the man in demand. All the reports said he was a stern taskmaster. But he got results.
If he believed in his pupil.
One moment she was holding her breath, hoping hed believe in her. The next moment shed find herself pleading hed move on down the road, leaving her to find another trainer.
He made her nervous.
When she reached the breakfast table, Abby offered her the entire morning off from ranch work, so she could have plenty of time to give to her training. But Beth couldnt be so selfish. She knew Abby was already shorthanded with Melissa working in the house all day.
I havent set up a specific time with Jed, yet. I thought Id put in three or four hours, then head back to the house. After lunch, I can ride out with you again.
That wont be enough time for you to get much done, Abby protested.
Until you find another hand, Abby, Im going to help.
Abby sighed. I admit it would make things easier. Even though we finished the roundup, we had to neglect the fences, and weve got to bale the hay, and Id like to move the larger herd to the south pasture.
All in one day? Melissa teased from the stove.
If its possible, Abby agreed with a grin.
Seriously, I can ride out if itll help, Melissa offered.
Abby and Beth exchanged grins. Though the two of them had taken to the saddle, Melissa, while able to ride, preferred to spend her time in the kitchen.
We wont ask for that much sacrifice, Abby assured her sister. Someone will come along looking for a job any day now. You just keep feeding us.
Yeah, last nights dinner was terrific, Beth added.
How would you know? Melissa returned. You scarcely ate anything. Before Beth could come up with excuses, Melissa said, Ring the bell for the guys.
Beth stepped to the back porch and banged on the triangle that hung from one rafter. Before the ringing had even stopped, three men emerged from the bunkhouse.
She didnt have any difficulty picking out Jed Davis. His broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped figure topped the other two men by three or four inches. Drawing a deep breath, she waited for them to reach her.
As shed expected, Jed let the other two go first. Before he could move past her with a nod, she touched his arm. He came to an abrupt halt, his gaze settling on her hand.
She jerked it back.
Yeah? he asked warily.
Her prepared speech flew out of her head. Is it all right if we start about ten?
Ten? Is that your idea of an early start?
The scorn in his voice flailed herand made her so mad she wouldnt have explained if hed begged her. Taking on a drawl shed heard other women affect, she replied, Thats right, sugar. I need to get my nails done before I can get on a horse.
Then she sashayed in front of him into the house.
She figured hed be packed and gone before noon. And good riddance to him. When she didnt hear footsteps behind her right away, she wondered if hed even come in for breakfast.
Wheres Abby began, but the sound of the back door opening again stopped her question. There you are, Jed. I thought maybe youd gotten lost.
No, maam.
Melissa set a platter of scrambled eggs on the table where sausage and bacon already awaited eager hands. Then she pulled two pans of biscuits out of the oven.
Beth picked up the coffeepot and began filling cups, while Abby poured glasses of orange juice. As she carried the glasses to the table, Abby addressed Jed.
Im sure Beth explained about the late start this morning. Im hoping well find more men right away, but Beth is still willing to help out before she starts training.
Help out with what? he asked, ignoring the plate of eggs Barney was offering him.
Everyone in the kitchen, except Beth, seemed surprised by his question. Abby, after shooting a look at Beth, said, Whatever needs to be done. We work with Dirk and Barney, like anyone on a ranch.
All three of you?
Melissas cheeks flushed. Not me. I used to help some days, but I prefer the cooking and housework.
Beth added, We always felt meals like Melissa turns out are fair trade.
Both hands, seated at the table, stuffing their faces, made grunts of approval.
I can see why. Your cooking is the best, Miss Melissa. Jed sent Melissa a smile that had Beths insides quivering with jealousy.
He turned to Abby. I understand that theres work that has to be done. How can I help?
Oh, no! Abby protested. Your times too valuable forI mean, Beth didnt hire you to do ranch work. Well manage.
Ill help, he said decisively, as if it was his decision. Then maybe Ill get an extra hour with my pupil, if she can work it in.
There was a little sarcasm in those last words, Beth realized. Maybe she deserved it, since shed given him a smart answer earlier. But hed made her mad.
His blue gaze settled on her face, as if he expected her to comment.
She took a bite of eggs and chewed as though her life depended on it.
Abby, after looking at her, too, said, Im sure we can work that out.
Okay, so hed jumped to an erroneous conclusion. That didnt mean the lady had to gull him with her response about a manicure. Jed studied her hands from under his lashes as he ate the fine breakfast Melissa Kennedy had prepared.
Beths nails were short, clean and unpolished. Working hands, as hed earlier noted. And sexier than any of the red claws hed seen on women who thought they were all dolled up. But that smart mouth of hers was going to cause trouble.
When he got up from the breakfast table, he carried his dishes to the sink. The other two men stared at him, then hurriedly did the same thing. Melissa rewarded them all with a grateful smile.
Where do you want me, Miss Abby? he asked, awaiting instructions from the lady boss.
Are you any good at fence repairs? she asked.
With a lopsided grin, he said, Ive ridden more fence lines than you can imagine.
Great. Why dont you and Beth ride
No! Beth shrieked.
No! Jed said, quieter but just as determined. When Abby stared at him, he added, I dont need any help.
It will go faster with the two of you, and it will give you a chance to get to know each other. You can finish the fence on the south pasture by mid-morning, before Barney and Dirk get the herd over there.
You cant start baling hay by yourself, Beth protested. What if something happens?
Ill take the new cell phone. But Ive done it before. Its a boring job, but safe. Abby stood and stared at the rest of the room. Its settled. Ill see all of you at lunch. She turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Barney and Dirk shuffled out the back door. Jed stared at Beth. When she still sat at the table, her lips pressed tightly together, he prodded, Are you waiting for your manicure? Or are you going to lead the way to the south pasture?
Manicure? Melissa questioned.
Hes teasing me, Missy. Dont worry about it. Beth stood and glared at him. You got gloves?
Yeah. Theyre at the bunkhouse.
Go get them and Ill meet you at the barn.
Beth breathed a sigh of relief when Jed left the house.
Are you sure the two of you are going to get along? Melissa asked.
No. Beth tried to paste a smile on her face, knowing her single answer reeked of despair. I cant seem to help putting up his back, Missy. I dont intend to, but he made me so mad
When?
Out on the porch, before breakfast. I was going to explain, truly, but I blurted out that wed start at ten and he assumed I was going to go back to bed or something. So I told him we couldnt start earlier because I had to get a manicure.
Melissa laughed. Youve never had a manicure. I tried to paint your nails once, and you screamed as if I were torturing you.
Do you think you have to remind me? It was a silly answer, but it was the most decadent thing I could think of.
Well, Melissa began, putting an arm around Beths shoulders, I think you might need to do some fence-mending of your own, in addition to the real fences, while youre out there with him this morning.
Yeah, Beth agreed glumly, and went to fetch her hat and gloves.
Outside the barn, she selected two horses, one a sturdy, rawboned roan that could easily carry Jeds big body. For herself, she chose a part Appaloosa mare shed named Snowdrop. After putting bridles on them, she tied them to the corral fence and went into the barn to fetch the rest of the gear.
Much to her surprise, she almost ran into Jed in the shadowy interior. He was saddling one of his horses.
You dont need to ride him. Ive got a horse in the corral for you.
I always ride my own horses. His no-nonsense response irritated her again.
Taking a deep breath, she said calmly, Its your choice. Me, I wouldnt work my horse after traveling with him, unless I had to.
Without waiting for a response, she moved on to the tack room. Lifting down her saddle and the blan ket that went with it, she turned around to discover Jed standing in the doorway.
Youve got a point, he said, though she heard the reluctance in his voice. Okay if I use my own gear?
Of course. She wasnt about to let him see that she enjoyed his capitulation. He followed her back into the autumn sunshine and she indicated the roan.
Thats Buster. Hes no racehorse, but he has a steady gait and hes dependable.
Thanks.
After throwing the blanket on Snowdrop, she put the saddle in place, then began buckling and cinching.
You do that like you were born to it, Jed offered after watching her.
I was nine when we came here to live. Aunt Beulah didnt waste any time teaching us about ranch life. And she didnt suffer fools gladly.
Glad to hear it, Jed returned, saddling Buster.
Beth almost burst into laughter. If hed tried, he couldnt have come closer to the dry retorts that had punctuated Beulahs long silences.
It had taken the girls several years to realize what a softy Beulah was beneath that stern exterior. But she wasnt one to wear her feelings on her sleeve. And she didnt believe in spoiling children. They received practical gifts on their birthdays. And warm hugs.
That same behavior was repeated at Christmas.
Though she wasnt effusive, Beulah made them feel welcome. She fed them, clothed them, and made sure they attended school. And most important of all, she made it possible for them to stay together.
So Beth gave no response to Jeds comment, other than to give him a sunny smile that seemed to surprise him. And that surprise alone was enough to keep her cheerful for a while.
Theyd been riding for an hour. Not in companionable silence, but at least they hadnt had an argument. Finally Jed decided he should make use of their time together.
Tell me why you want to barrel race.
She seemed startled by his question.
He waited, giving her a few minutes to pull herself together.
Its the main event open to women.
Others are opening up. Theres a small circuit only for cowgirls here in Texas.
She nodded. When I first thought of it, I wanted to ride because of the money. It seemed we never had enough. Melissa was dreaming of a dishwasher. Abby talked about wanting to increase our irrigation system. Aunt Beulah didnt ever indulge herself. I wantedI wanted a lot of things. With a sigh, she sent him another smile. I saw myself in the role of triumphant savior.
And now?
Now, Aunt Beulah is dead, and, much to our surprise, the three of us have a lot of money. Aunt Beulah had put away oil money from earlier years that we didnt know about. But I want to prove myself, to be the best at something. Melissa, well, youve eaten her cooking. Shes a natural-born nester, willing to mother the world. And Abby, shes an expert on ranching. After working hard all day, she spends her evening reading the ranching magazines, even textbooks on grazing, breeding.
He didnt want to hear this. Hed be a lot better off if he could keep believing she was weak, lazy, selfish, vain. All those things hed assumed before hed met her.
All those things shed disproved every minute he spent with her. She was beautiful, but seemed unaware of it. A hard worker, but took it for granted. Concerned for her sisters, but seemed not to worry about herself.
So you decided to take up barrel racing?
She sent him an impish grin that had his heart beating faster. Didnt she know how much he was affected by her lips? Or her tight body, moving with the rhythm of her horse?
Well, I happen to like riding fast.
And winning?
That, too, she added, her smile widening.
And satin shirts?
If I admit to that, are you going to condemn me? she asked, her expression now wary.
He looked away as he shook his head no.
You see, Beulah didnt think clothes were very important. And I was the youngest, so I never got anything new. Abby and Melissa wore them first. Then she shook her head. Thats not true. Occasionally, they were too hard on the clothes and theyd be worn out by the time Melissa had finished with them. Ill never forget the one time I got a new pair of jeans. This time she beamed at him, and he groaned under his breath. He had to stop hearing these confidences before he swept her into his arms and promised her anything her heart desired.
A peal of laughter surprised him. He looked at her again.
I was so proud of my new jeans, I insisted on wearing them while we were riding fence line. And I ripped one leg into shreds on a barbed wire fence.
Why was that so funny?
She chuckled again. Oh, its hard to explain. I was afraid to face Aunt Beulah, but she just told me to take them off, and she spent the rest of the evening sewing them up again.
She sounds like a fine lady, he said, still not understanding her laughter.
Sometimes you remind me of her.
Her quiet words startled him more than her laughter. What do you mean? I cant sew a lick.
She laughed again. I didnt figure you could.
He glared at her, his only defense, and kicked Buster in the sides to speed up. Theyd only found one break so far. No sense in wasting time talking.
They finished the south fence line in a little over three hours. Jed was nothing if not efficient. Hed started out trying to keep Beth from helping.
She ignored his tactics and pitched in.
By the third break, he still barked orders, but he included her in the work. When shed said he reminded her of Aunt Beulah, shed meant his gruff exterior, but she already suspected underneath was a man with a heart of gold.
When they reached the corral, he took care of his own horse, leaving her to deal with Snowdrop. Just the way she wanted it.
What horse are you planning to train? he asked, his back to her.
I dont know.
He turned to frown at her. You dont know?
I thought it would be best to wait until I found a trainer and got his opinion about a horse. I love Snowdrop, but she doesnt have the speed Ill need.
He just stared at her.
Any suggestions? Do you know of a good horse? Price isnt a problem.
Damn, woman, youre giving me carte blanche to rip you off. Dont do that. He turned his back to her again.
She grinned. Did he think she was no judge of men? She might not know how to handle a man romantically, but shed learned from Aunt Beulah how to judge a mans character. And even if he didnt like her, Jed Davis was a man to be trusted.
So you want me to pick a horse on my own?
Hed just reached up to lift the saddle off Buster, but instead, he rested his hands on the saddle and bowed his head until his Stetson was almost resting on the leather. Then he gave a gusty sigh, as if she was too much to bear.
Theres this pretty little sorrel on the next ranch. Wed look good together, but I dont think she has the cutting ability wed need. Or Bill Garland has several horses hes been trying to sell me, she continued, wondering how long hed maintain his silence. Of course, Aunt Beulah wouldnt ever buy a horse from him. She called him a shyster.
I know a horse. His terse words stopped her.
You do?
About an hours drive from here, just into the Oklahoma panhandle. Itll cost you a pretty penny.
Okay.
He dragged his saddle and blanket off Buster and stalked into the stable. She took her saddle and followed him.
So, when can we go see him?
Ill go pick him up. I can get a better price without you there. He never looked at her.
No.
Yes.
No. I wont agree to the purchase unless I get to see the animal first.
The minute Joe knows the horse is for you, the price will be over the moon. Youll just have to trust me on this. Im going alone.
No.
Jed dumped his saddle on the stable wall where one of his horses was penned. Then he turned around to stare at her, his hands riding his hips and a fierce look on his face. Lady, when I train someone, Im in charge. I make the decisions.
Mister, when Im buying a horse, I get to take a look before I put down my money. She put her hands on her hips and glared back.
I knew this wasnt going to work, he muttered. Ill pack up and be out of here in an hour.
He turned his back again and Beth felt her heartbeat racing. She didnt want him to go. Because he would be a good teacher, she assured herself. That was the reason.
Boy, you sure give up easy. Its a wonder you were successful at all on the rodeo circuit.
When he spun around and began advancing on her, Beth didnt hesitate to beat a retreat. Until her back hit the stable door across the aisle and she had nowhere to go.
That didnt stop Jed Davis from coming after her.
Chapter Three
Jed couldnt believe the woman. She was driving him crazy, with her big eyes, sweet lips and sassy mouth. But starting now, he was going to let her know who was boss. He wouldnt be taking her with him to Oklahoma.
Putting his hands on each side of her, trapping her against the stable door, he said firmly, Dont you ever dare call me a quitter again.
I dont guess Ill need to if you dont quit. She sounded real sure of herself, but Jed knew he was making her nervous, because she stuck her trembling fingers into her jean pockets.
I ought to quit, he muttered, staring into her eyes, fighting the urge to kiss her until she agreed to whatever he wanted.
But youre not going to? Her hopeful look reminded him of a puppy that had followed him home a long time ago.
I guess not. But Im going to buy this horse without you. At least he could stand his ground there.
Thats not fair, Jed. If Im going to work with the horse, I have to see him first. We might not get along.
I wouldnt choose a horse you couldnt work with. He might not know a lot of things, but he knew horses.
I dont see why I cant go, she continued to argue.
Im telling you, Joe will triple the price once he knows who wants it.
How will he know?
Jed frowned at her. What do you mean?
Well, are you going to introduce me as Beth Kennedy, wealthy woman, looking to be parted from her money? She gave him a winsome smile, as if shed made a joke.
Hell, no. Why would I do that?
Then how will he know who I am?
Figuring he was losing his mind, hanging this close to Beth, smelling her, wanting to touch her, he suddenly backed away, releasing her from his improvised jail. Hell know youre the one Im buying the horse for.
So? I dont go around in jewels and a tiara. He wont know I have money.
Hell know when he sees your check. Word always got around when there was a chicken to be plucked.
You write a check and then Ill write you a check later. We could do that, couldnt we? Oh! She beamed at him and he held his breath. I know. Well tell him Im your girlfriend!
Jed thought he was going to choke to death. He coughed several times to regain his breath, and Beth beat him on the back.
Are you all right? Whats wrong? she asked, her eyes wide with concern.
Damn, woman! Thats the craziest idea Ive ever heard. He backed up a couple of more steps. This time she came after him.
Why?
Joe would never believe it.
You think Im not pretty enough?
Jed slumped against the opposite stable door, defeat filling him. He couldnt lie to her. Youre too pretty. Joe wouldnt believe anyone like you would be interested in someone like me.
Her eyelids lowered and she stepped to his side, one hand sliding up his chest. Sure he would, sugar. Im a good actress. She was using the drawl that had fooled him this morning when shed mentioned that blasted manicure.
He had to do something to get her away from him before he wrapped his arms around her and looked for the nearest pile of hay. Okay, you can go. Ask Miss Abby if she needs us after lunch.
Excitement filled her. But before she raced to the house to do as he said, she stretched herself against him and kissed his cheek. Thanks, Jed.
Then she was gone.
Lord have mercy, what have I gotten myself into? he asked the horses in the barn.
None of them answered.
Already realizing Jed preferred silence to conversation, Beth tried to contain herself on the ride into Oklahoma and not ask any questions. That resolve lasted for almost half an hour. Then her excitement took over.
Howd you learn about this horse?
I trained him.
For barrel racing?
No, as a cutting horse.
He stared straight ahead at the road, never looking at her.
How do you know hell make a good racer?
Hes fast.
Did you
Do you ever stop asking questions? He turned to glance at her, irritation on his face.
She grinned, refusing to be offended. Nope.
Listen, hes got strong haunches, hes low to the ground, but hes got a long stride, and hes very intelligent.
Why didnt you buy him? He sounds perfect. Was he too pricey?
Nope. Hes too small for a man my size. Thats why I think Joe will sell him. Joes a big man, too.
She let her gaze wander his length, from the Stetson, past his broad shoulders to his long, hard thighs, down to his dusty boots. She drew a deep breath. She didnt know how much more testosterone she could handle.
He doesnt have a wife to ride her?
Nope. Hes a widower, no children. He breeds quarter horses. Shorty doesnt fit the mold, so Joe didnt want him for breeding stock. Hes a gelding.
She thought about what he said. Then we ought to get him cheap.
Hes got good bloodlines.
But
Well pay a good price, but it will be a fair one. Just dont give away that youre the real buyer.
His clipped order wasnt anything new, but it made Beth want to have him experience some of the discomfort she felt at his curt tone. Abby had pointed out to her more than once that her responses werent always wise ones.
Then Id better practice being your girlfriend, she said as she undid her seat belt. Then she slid across the bench seat until her body was pressed against his right side.
He jerked the wheel in shock. What the hell are you doing? he snarled when he had the truck under control. Get back to your side of the truck!
Youre not being very friendly, Jed, she teased, glad to see he was capable of losing his iron control. I wont be able to convince Joe unless Im used to touching you. She lifted her left hand and settled it on his tense shoulder.
Apparently shed gone too far. Jed yanked the wheel to the right as he stood on the brakes. Before Beth even realized his intent, hed stopped on the side of the road.
Slamming the truck into Park, he reached for her without warning. His lips came down on hers, hard and demanding. Hot, controlling.
Beth, pressed against his chest, her breasts flattened, her eyes closed, resented his attempt to conquer. She knew that was all he intended. She even realized he wasnt going to hurt her. Just conquer her.
But she was made of sterner stuff than Jed Davis realized. And she gave as good as she got. Her hands slid up his chest to riffle through his dark hair. Her mouth moved under his.
And the kiss changed.
Suddenly they were equally involved in the touching, the demandingthe sizzle. So much so that Beth thought she was going to faint. But she was going to enjoy every second of it until then. Jed Davis was some kisser.
He almost threw her away from him only seconds later, staring at her as if shed been a rattlesnake hed found in his bed.
Lady, youre crazy! he snapped, but she noted that his breathing was no more even than hers.
Me? Im not the one who grabbedwho started this.
You shouldve kept your seat belt on. Put it on now! he ordered as he faced the front of the truck again, refusing to look at her.
This time she accepted his order. Sliding back across the bench seat, she snapped the seat belt and faced forward. If she looked at him, she was afraid she might beg for another kiss.
Jed breathed a sigh of relief when they reached Joseph Landers ranch. Hed made a big mistake letting Beth come with him. In fact, hed made a big mistake taking her on as a pupil.
He didnt mix business and pleasure. In fact, he didnt indulge in much pleasure. His goals were too important. And he never stayed in one place too long. He had learned early in life that if you stayed in one place too long, you began to care. And then it was just that much easier to get hurt when you were forced to move to a new foster home.
He wouldnt be staying long at the Circle K, that was for sure. Because the lady beside him had already shown him enough pleasure to scare the daylights out of him.
Not bothering to tell her to stay in the truck, because he knew she wouldnt, he got out and headed for the barn. He figured Joe wouldnt be in the house in the middle of the afternoon.
Before he got to the barn, however, the man he was looking for strode out to meet him. Jed Davis! Good to see you, boy. How have you been?
Jed shook his hand and returned the greeting. Before hed finished, Joes gaze went over his shoulder.
Well, hello, there, little lady. You with this scalawag? Joe asked with a grin.
Jed tried not to stiffen as Beth stepped to his side, sliding her arm through his. Yes, I am, she said clearly, that beaming smile on her face.
Youre steppin up in the world, Jed, Joe said with an approving nod.
Thanks. Jed spent several more minutes passing the time of day with the rancher. Certain protocol had to be followed before he could get down to business. Finally he said, I wondered if you still had Shorty?
Shorty? That scrub? Yeah, hes here. A thoughtful look came into Joes eyes. You interested in him?
Jed shrugged, as if he wasnt sure. I might be.
What for? Hes not big enough to carry you.
Yeah, but Ive got a smaller rider in mind. I think he might work.
Ill show him to you, but Im not sure I want to part with him. He turned toward the barn, then stopped. Little lady, its pretty dusty out there. You want to wait in the house? My housekeeper can fix you some iced tea.
Jed tensed, afraid Beth would blast the man between the eyes.
Why, how thoughtful of you, but I dont like to let Jed out of my sights. Besides, I dressed cowboy so Id fit in, she told the old man, blinking her lashes to great effect.
Honey, Ive never seen a cowboy look as good as you, but youre welcome to come along, Joe said, before turning again toward the barn.
Jed looked at Beth and she dared send him a wink along with her smile. He barely shook his head at her and went after Joe. She was wearing her jeans, but after lunch shed changed to a soft rose-colored blouse and added some silver earrings. Joe was right about how good she looked.
And tasted.
Nope, he wasnt going to think about those moments in his truck. Because if he did, hed go crazy.
On the other side of the barn, Joe hollered at one of the cowboys working in a nearby corral. Larry, fetch Shorty out of the pasture.
Jed caught up with Joe and leaned against the corral, watching the action going on around him. Suddenly he saw someone he knew.
Floyd? Is that you?
An older cowboy, cleaning out the stables, straightened and squinted into the sun. Jed? He threw down the pitchfork hed been wielding and came out of the barn to give Jed a hug. Theyd worked together when Jed first went out on his own. Floyd had helped Jed learn a lot of lessons.
How you doing, boy? Floyd asked as he stepped back.
Fine. And yourself?
Floyd let his gaze slip to the boss and then back to Jed. Just fine.
Better get back to work, Floyd, Joe said, and all geniality was gone from his voice.
Yes, sir, Floyd muttered. He sent a regretful look toward Jed and walked back into the barn.
Jed turned to look at Joe. You unhappy with Floyd?
Joe shrugged. Hes not a hard worker.
Beth moved closer to Jed and slipped her arm through his again. He seemed nice, she said cheerfully, smiling at Joe.
Joes mouth tightened. He wont be staying here long. First excuse I can find, Ill send him down the road.
Jed frowned. He didnt know what had gone wrong between Joe and Floyd, but he knew who hed trust first. And it wasnt Joe. He wished he had some time to speak to his old friend alone.
As if shed read his mind, Beth moved over to the rancher and began asking him about two horses in a separate corral beside the barn. Joe, always playing the gallant, took her arm and led her over there.
Jed backed toward the barn, keeping his eye on Joe. When he reached the door of the barn, he leaned against it, casually, and called softly. Floyd?
Yeah, boy? Floyd responded just as softly.
Whats going on?
You mean with old moneybags?
Yeah.
I caught him abusing a horse. He says I was trying to show him up. Ive only been here about a month. Cant afford to blow off my job. But I reckon Ill have that decision made for me soon. Some of the other hands have been talkin.
Jed had heard rumors about Joe, but hed never had proof. His jaw hardened. He knew Floyd would have trouble working for a man who abused his animals. As would Jed.
Want a new job?
Yeah. You heard of any?
Yep. Ill guarantee you one. Got much to pack?
Nah. You know me. I travel light.
As soon as we finish business, go pack your things.
He didnt want Floyd to upset Joe until his business was done. He saw the cowboy coming back across the pasture, a rope on Shorty.
Moving to the corral, he opened the gate and the cowboy led the horse inside. Jed then made sure the gate was closed and watched as the cowboy took his rope off Shorty. He studied the horse to see if he was okay.
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JED KNEW MEN AND HORSES. AND HE UNDERSTOOD A LITTLE ABOUT WOMEN.But born illegitimate, a lifelong loner, what the cowboy didn't understandwould probably never understandwas families.Which meant that the attraction he felt for rich, pretty rancher Beth Kennedy was just that. Attraction. Nothing more. There was no future in itno house with flowers, no cradles filled with sweet-smelling babies.So Jed vowed he'd train Beth to be the best rodeo rider she could be. Then he'd move on down the road.Alone.Unless he'd just found a place to call home.
You could take me to the dance.
Jed frowned ferociously, as if her words were a surprise. I dont mix business and pleasure.
Beth wanted to ask him which he considered her to be, but she didnt. She wouldnt like the answer. Since we both know youd only be doing it to protect my reputation, I dont think it would hurt. No need to mention shed faced these kinds of situations before without a date.
He rubbed the back of his neck, then looked at her again. I suppose I could, as long as you understand theres nothing personal.
There was something personal, all right, Beth thought. Jed just didnt know it. Yet.
An unexpected inheritance changed their lives
but would love be their ultimate reward?
NEVER LET YOU GO
(Silhouette Romance #1453)
THE BORROWED GROOM
(Silhouette Romance #1457)
CHERISH THE BOSS
(Silhouette Romance #1463)
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JUDY CHRISTENBERRY
has been writing romances for fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. Shes a bestselling writer for Harlequin American Romance, but she has a long love of traditional romances and is delighted to tell a story that brings those elements to the reader. Judy quit teaching French recently and devotes her time to writing. She hopes readers have as much fun reading her stories as she does writing them. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judys a native Texan, but has been temporarily transplanted to Arizona.
Contents
Chapter One (#u0fe3d587-1b3e-535e-b011-4922118e5bc3)
Chapter Two (#u5c6c1f01-5af9-5170-aea5-dcdef01b3a2b)
Chapter Three (#u42825385-d2fb-52e9-beb8-fdb2befb6178)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One
Where have you been? Abby Kennedy asked her sister Beth, meeting her at the door. You said youd be back over an hour ago.
A frown on her forehead, Beth moved into the living room. Flat tire, she said succinctly. The Circle K ranch, their home, was in the lower panhandle of Texas, an hour from the city of Wichita Falls. Tumbleweed, twenty miles away, was the nearest town where she could get a tire fixed. Did anyone come to see me?
Jedadiah Davis stood in the shadows of the living room, staring at the beautiful young woman whod finally returned, after hed waited for more than an hour.
He should have been prepared for her beauty. After all, her sisters, Abby and Melissa, were both lookers. But something about Elizabeth Kennedy grabbed at him more than both of her sisters put together. Bad sign.
Besides, he wasnt sure he was interested in a rich lady for a client. Hed agreed to meet with her, but he hadnt made any promises. Word had gotten out that these ladies were wealthy. Hed given the missing sister the benefit of the doubt, but after waiting for an hour, he was fed up.
Fed up, or scared to death of getting close to her, his inner voice teased. She was young, fresh, rich and beautiful. What did she want with barrel racing? She didnt need that particular spotlight to be noticed.
Mr. Davis is here. He said he had an appointment, Abby said, gesturing in his direction.
Beth stepped forward, her gaze landing on him in the shadows. An inexplicable look of relief crossed her face and she walked towards him, her hand extended.
Hed been ready to leave for the past half hour, but the sisters had kept him talking, their polite manners making his exit impossible. Now he was tempted to stride out of the room without excusing his poor behavior.
Hello, Beth said. I apologize. I didnt see you after the glare of the sun from outside. Im sorry I kept you waiting.
She stopped as he shook her hand, her face flushed and her eyes widened in surprise.
He wished his reaction had been that simple. At least he hoped he hid the surge of desire that hit him, the approval he felt as he realized her hands were callused, hard, the sign of a worker.
I wanted to talk to you about training me to be a barrel racer, she said. She hooked her thumbs in the back pockets of her jeans. One light brown eyebrow slid up. I understand youre the best.
He recognized a challenge when he heard one. He tightened his features, hoping for impassiveness. Yeah. The best.
Well, you certainly dont lack in self-confidence, she chided, her chin rising slightly even as she smiled.
He kept his answer succinct. After all, he wasnt being hired for conversation. Nope.
I assume you have references. Ive read some interviews, but I havent heard who youve worked with lately.
I trained two of the last three world champions. You can call Sherry Duncan and Lisa McDonald, he said, naming his two latest pupils. He wasnt used to having his credentials questioned, but he didnt blame the young woman for asking. No, that wasnt the problem.
But there was a problem. Or maybe several.
Look, Miss Kennedy, I think theres been a mistake, he said, avoiding her gaze. Ill be on my way.
Wait! He heard Beth call as he turned his back on her, not bothering to shake hands with her. He didnt want to touch her again. The last time had unsettled him for some strange reason.
Where are you going? she asked.
On down the road. I have others interested in my services.
I havent said Im not interested, she reminded him.
Youre not the only one to make the decision, lady. I dont work where Im not wanted. He opened the door and walked out to his beat-up pickup, ignoring the whispering going on between the sisters.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he hoped it was Abby, the sensible older sister. But the tingling on the nape of his neck told him it was Beth.
Soft name. Feminine. Trouble.
Mr. Davis, could we talk a minute?
Nothing to talk about, he muttered. All his instincts were yelling for him to get the hell out of there before she persuaded him to stay.
He slid behind the wheel and closed the door, but the window was down, since it was October, and she put her hand on the opening.
Whats your hurry?
Ive been waiting over an hour for you to get your rear in gear, lady. I dont like to waste time. He kept staring straight ahead. Hed already noted her hazel eyes, the dash of freckles across her nose, the full lips that started a hunger in him that was dangerous.
Hell, she was too young for him to be thinking those thoughts. He was only thirty-two but he felt years older in comparison to her fresh beauty.
I didnt have a flat tire on purpose.
Doesnt take that long to fix a flat tire. Unless youre sitting helpless-like alongside the road waiting for Prince Charming. He figured even then someone would happen along pretty quick for a woman like Beth Kennedy.
She flushed and looked away. I didnt have a spare, she muttered.
What did you do?
I had to walk to a neighbors house and call the garage in town and have them bring one out to me. Now she looked him in the eye. I shouldve called here to warn you Id be late. I apologize.
No problem, he said, and cranked the engine in his truck.
So I apologized. Why are you leaving?
I dont work with anyone who wont give one hundred percent.
Both of those pretty brows rose, almost disappearing in her soft bangs. Who said I wouldnt?
You have to be hungry to make it in rodeo. Youre not hungry.
Oh, yes I am.
How could you be? Your next meal doesnt depend on how well you race.
She studied him, which made him all the more uneasy. He knew some women were attracted to him. Hed had too many offers to deny the truth of it. But he was untrained in social skills.
Does your next meal depend on your job? she asked casually. But he saw the intelligence in her eyes. More trouble.
He shrugged. Not my next one, but eventually Id run out. It did once.
Mine did once, too. Not now, as youve obviously heard. But its not food that drives me. And I think its not food that drives you. That doesnt make me any less hungry. Does it you?
Damn, why didnt she back off? He couldnt be anything but honest. Nope.
So, we have something in common.
I charge a hefty fee. He was searching for reasons to leave. He should have known money wouldnt be one of them. But hed try. He doubled his fee, watching her face as he named it.
My, my, you are proud of your work, arent you?
The urge to justify that amount, to tell her just how good he was, surged through him, but he held it in check. Yeah.
Okay.
He stared at her, not sure what her single word meant. And irritated that she could be even more succinct than he was.
Okay, what?
Im agreeing to your price. Im assuming thats in addition to room and board. Anything else?
Yeah. If I take on any other training jobs, Ill need stable space for the animals. Ill pay for the extra feed, of course.
Ill have to check with Abby on that. She runs the ranch. But I think itll be okay. When can you start?
What the hell was he doing? Hed had every intention of driving down that long, dusty driveway and never looking back. Now he was practically moved in.
Wait a minute. I havent seen you ride.
So well try it for a week or two and then reevaluate. If you dont think Im worth your time, you move on. Or if I dont like the way you work, you move on. If were both satisfied, we keep going. She was watching him closely. When he didnt respond, she repeated her earlier question. When can you start?
Uh, in the morning?
Right. Itll take about an hour to fix up a room in the bunkhouse. Youll take your meals at the house with us. The stable has a couple of empty stalls, she said, gesturing to the two-horse trailer he had hitched to his truck. Want some help settling your horses?
No! I handle my animals. No one else touches them. Got that?
Got it. And I hope you take lots of sugar in your coffee, she returned.
He knew he was going to regret asking, but he couldnt help himself. Why?
Cause you need to sweeten up. Otherwise, everything around you is going to go sour, she snapped, stepping back from the truck.
Maybe I need something more than sugar, he retorted, determined to make her back down. What do you say to that?
That youre out of luck unless you want to visit town and fork over some cash. Thats none of my business as long as you do your job. Her chin was rising again, a sign hed already figured out meant she was digging in her toes.
Ill do my job, lady. You just see if you can stand the pace. He glared at her, but she said nothing else, simply giving him a careless salute and walking toward the house.
He watched the sway of her rear in those tight jeans and was afraid he might drool. Visiting town for some female companionship might be a necessity if he hung around Beth Kennedy for any period of time.
Damn, hed gotten himself into a mess.
Beth could feel his glare on her. She hoped her trembling legs didnt show beneath her jeans. What had she gotten herself into?
She wanted to be a barrel racer. The best barrel racer in the world. Shed heard of Jedadiah Davis, read about him. She couldnt wait to have met him.
Of course, she should have called, but shed thought she could get home quicker than she had. And she hadnt wanted to tell her sisters what she was up to.
She should have known hed be offended by his wait. He was so full of himselfokay, so maybe he had a right to be self-confident. He was the best.
And the handsomest.
She hadnt expected his rugged good looks. Those piercing blue eyes seemed to read every thought in her head. But that must not be true, or he would have known hed rocked her almost from the beginning.
Abby was anxiously waiting when she reached the house, taking Beths thoughts away from her reaction to the man.
Well? Are you going to train with Mr. Davis?
Hes staying. Ive got to clean out one of the unused rooms in the bunkhouse.
Ill help, Melissa, the middle Kennedy sister, said from the doorway. Ive been intending to work on those rooms anyway. Since their visit to the lawyers office a month ago, after their Aunt Beulahs death, learning of their inheritance, Melissa had been redoing the house, making it more efficient and more beautiful.
Thanks, Missy, Beth returned, using her childhood name for Melissa. Do you have time?
Yeah. Dinners already in the oven for tonight, and I baked a cake this morning.
Once he has one of your meals, Mr. Davis will never leave, Abby teased. Did you negotiate a fee? she asked her youngest sister.
Yeah, and its a good thing I inherited a lot of money. She told Abby the fee he demanded. Thats twice what I heard he charges, but hes well worth it. He probably doubled it because he doesnt think I have any talent, Beth muttered. Or because he didnt like me.
Why wouldnt he like you? Melissa demanded to know, her hands on her hips. She was always the first to defend her sisters.
Abby chuckled. Probably because shes hardheaded and demanding, Melissa.
Shes determined, Melissa corrected, and charming.
Both her sisters almost doubled over in laughter.
I swear, Missy, youd say the Grinch was misunderstood, Beth said, hugging her sister.
And shed convince the rest of us, Abby added.
Oh, you two, Melissa protested. But Im glad the mans going to take you on. He really is the best.
Yeah, I know, Beth agreed. Thank you both for letting me try this. I know itll make us a little shorthanded on the ranch.
Well manage, Abby assured her. When they discovered their inheritance, all three had vowed to pursue their dreams, but actually doing so wasnt easy. But why did a flat take so long?
I didnt get the spare fixed six months ago when I had the last flat.
Aunt Beulah always said you should pay attention to details, Abby reminded her.
Yeah, Beth agreed with a sigh. I think Jed Davis will be saying the same thing.
Beth gathered up clean sheets, a broom, a mop and bucket, and lots of cleaning supplies. Melissa followed her with a pillow, blanket and a set of towels. Only two men occupied the bunkhouse right now, though Abby was looking for new hands.
Barney had been on the ranch long before the girls had come to live there when their parents died fifteen years ago. Hed had a casual male influence on their lives, but mostly, hed been a friend. Beth had learned from Barney to whittle in rare moments of leisure. She trusted him.
The other cowhand, Dirk, kept to himself. Hed been on the ranch a little over two years, but he had forty years experience on the range. He might not be overly friendly, but he worked hard.
Now Jedadiah Davis would become a part of their lives. As she made the bed, Beth couldnt help wondering if hed stay long enough to get to know them, or move on, still a stranger.
A shiver passed through her. Something about the man bothered her. She believed his reputation, so there were no doubts there. But when hed shaken her hand, shed wanted to snatch it back, to retreat.
One look into his piercing blue eyes and shed felt exposed, unable to hide. And then there was his response to her comments about sugar.
She hoped the man didnt think there were any extracurricular benefits to training her. You wish, her inner voice taunted.
Grinning ruefully, she admitted he was attractive. Her social life, in the face of Beulahs need of their help, had suffered. She didnt know much about men in that area. Her one attempt to gain some experience had been a disaster.
Fortunately, the man had moved on, leaving her at home to lick her wounds, never having to see him again. She sure wouldnt want to ruin her training with anymessiness.
I can do that.
The deep burr of a voice didnt need identifying. She snapped straight up from her bent position over his bed. Spinning around, she put her hands on her hips, hoping to looked composed.
No problem. Weve just finished. That is, Melissa helped me, but she went back to the house to check on dinner. She scooped the towels up from the one chair in the little room. Heres a set of towels. Toss the dirty ones over in that laundry basket. We pick up the dirty clothes every couple of days and return them washed the next day.
Ill take care of my own laundry, he growled.
Suit yourself, but if youre picturing me bent over a washtub, dont. We have good equipment and share the work. She didnt add that the new washing machine and dryer had arrived only a couple of weeks ago.
He nodded but said nothing else, just staring at her.
Well, dinner will be at six. The other two men are Barney and Dirk. Introduce yourself and Ill see you at dinner.
Did you ask Abby about my training other horses?
She was glad shed remembered to ask. They had plenty of space for the man to train horses. In fact, she hoped she might learn something about it. Yes. She said thats not a problem.
Good.
He continued to stare at her, not moving out of the doorway. Something warned her not to push past him. It was as if sparks would fly if she touched him.
Need anything else? she asked.
No, I guess not.
Then, welcome to the Circle K. Hope you like it here. She took a step forward. Still he didnt move.
Her mop, broom and pail were against the wall by the door. She moved to pick them up.
His big hand circled the broom and mop. Want me to carry these to the house?
Startled by his offer, she looked into his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. No, of course not. Im no debutante, unable to do for myself.
Her aunt had worked them hard because it had been necessary. Or at least, theyd thought it had. And taught them a lot. But shed done more than that. Shed given them a home together when Social Services had intended to separate them into three foster homes. She was their uncles widow, no blood kin, but shed taken them anyway.
Well see what youre made of tomorrow morning, he warned, as if he didnt believe her words.
But Beth wasnt about to show any fear. You bet you will, cowboy.
Chapter Two
In spite of her brave words, Beth didnt sleep well that night.
After a meal where her stomach rolled every time Jed spoke, which, fortunately, wasnt often, shed maintained her ground until the man had left the house. Then shed hidden in her room, poring over the books shed found on barrel racing. And any information she could find about Jedadiah Davis.
There was little written on Jeds early years. Hed made his mark on the rodeo circuit as a roper. Twice hed won the national championship. Three other times hed been in the top five. Then hed hurt his arm in an auto accident and had turned to training.
And never looked back.
For the past four years, hed been the man in demand. All the reports said he was a stern taskmaster. But he got results.
If he believed in his pupil.
One moment she was holding her breath, hoping hed believe in her. The next moment shed find herself pleading hed move on down the road, leaving her to find another trainer.
He made her nervous.
When she reached the breakfast table, Abby offered her the entire morning off from ranch work, so she could have plenty of time to give to her training. But Beth couldnt be so selfish. She knew Abby was already shorthanded with Melissa working in the house all day.
I havent set up a specific time with Jed, yet. I thought Id put in three or four hours, then head back to the house. After lunch, I can ride out with you again.
That wont be enough time for you to get much done, Abby protested.
Until you find another hand, Abby, Im going to help.
Abby sighed. I admit it would make things easier. Even though we finished the roundup, we had to neglect the fences, and weve got to bale the hay, and Id like to move the larger herd to the south pasture.
All in one day? Melissa teased from the stove.
If its possible, Abby agreed with a grin.
Seriously, I can ride out if itll help, Melissa offered.
Abby and Beth exchanged grins. Though the two of them had taken to the saddle, Melissa, while able to ride, preferred to spend her time in the kitchen.
We wont ask for that much sacrifice, Abby assured her sister. Someone will come along looking for a job any day now. You just keep feeding us.
Yeah, last nights dinner was terrific, Beth added.
How would you know? Melissa returned. You scarcely ate anything. Before Beth could come up with excuses, Melissa said, Ring the bell for the guys.
Beth stepped to the back porch and banged on the triangle that hung from one rafter. Before the ringing had even stopped, three men emerged from the bunkhouse.
She didnt have any difficulty picking out Jed Davis. His broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped figure topped the other two men by three or four inches. Drawing a deep breath, she waited for them to reach her.
As shed expected, Jed let the other two go first. Before he could move past her with a nod, she touched his arm. He came to an abrupt halt, his gaze settling on her hand.
She jerked it back.
Yeah? he asked warily.
Her prepared speech flew out of her head. Is it all right if we start about ten?
Ten? Is that your idea of an early start?
The scorn in his voice flailed herand made her so mad she wouldnt have explained if hed begged her. Taking on a drawl shed heard other women affect, she replied, Thats right, sugar. I need to get my nails done before I can get on a horse.
Then she sashayed in front of him into the house.
She figured hed be packed and gone before noon. And good riddance to him. When she didnt hear footsteps behind her right away, she wondered if hed even come in for breakfast.
Wheres Abby began, but the sound of the back door opening again stopped her question. There you are, Jed. I thought maybe youd gotten lost.
No, maam.
Melissa set a platter of scrambled eggs on the table where sausage and bacon already awaited eager hands. Then she pulled two pans of biscuits out of the oven.
Beth picked up the coffeepot and began filling cups, while Abby poured glasses of orange juice. As she carried the glasses to the table, Abby addressed Jed.
Im sure Beth explained about the late start this morning. Im hoping well find more men right away, but Beth is still willing to help out before she starts training.
Help out with what? he asked, ignoring the plate of eggs Barney was offering him.
Everyone in the kitchen, except Beth, seemed surprised by his question. Abby, after shooting a look at Beth, said, Whatever needs to be done. We work with Dirk and Barney, like anyone on a ranch.
All three of you?
Melissas cheeks flushed. Not me. I used to help some days, but I prefer the cooking and housework.
Beth added, We always felt meals like Melissa turns out are fair trade.
Both hands, seated at the table, stuffing their faces, made grunts of approval.
I can see why. Your cooking is the best, Miss Melissa. Jed sent Melissa a smile that had Beths insides quivering with jealousy.
He turned to Abby. I understand that theres work that has to be done. How can I help?
Oh, no! Abby protested. Your times too valuable forI mean, Beth didnt hire you to do ranch work. Well manage.
Ill help, he said decisively, as if it was his decision. Then maybe Ill get an extra hour with my pupil, if she can work it in.
There was a little sarcasm in those last words, Beth realized. Maybe she deserved it, since shed given him a smart answer earlier. But hed made her mad.
His blue gaze settled on her face, as if he expected her to comment.
She took a bite of eggs and chewed as though her life depended on it.
Abby, after looking at her, too, said, Im sure we can work that out.
Okay, so hed jumped to an erroneous conclusion. That didnt mean the lady had to gull him with her response about a manicure. Jed studied her hands from under his lashes as he ate the fine breakfast Melissa Kennedy had prepared.
Beths nails were short, clean and unpolished. Working hands, as hed earlier noted. And sexier than any of the red claws hed seen on women who thought they were all dolled up. But that smart mouth of hers was going to cause trouble.
When he got up from the breakfast table, he carried his dishes to the sink. The other two men stared at him, then hurriedly did the same thing. Melissa rewarded them all with a grateful smile.
Where do you want me, Miss Abby? he asked, awaiting instructions from the lady boss.
Are you any good at fence repairs? she asked.
With a lopsided grin, he said, Ive ridden more fence lines than you can imagine.
Great. Why dont you and Beth ride
No! Beth shrieked.
No! Jed said, quieter but just as determined. When Abby stared at him, he added, I dont need any help.
It will go faster with the two of you, and it will give you a chance to get to know each other. You can finish the fence on the south pasture by mid-morning, before Barney and Dirk get the herd over there.
You cant start baling hay by yourself, Beth protested. What if something happens?
Ill take the new cell phone. But Ive done it before. Its a boring job, but safe. Abby stood and stared at the rest of the room. Its settled. Ill see all of you at lunch. She turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Barney and Dirk shuffled out the back door. Jed stared at Beth. When she still sat at the table, her lips pressed tightly together, he prodded, Are you waiting for your manicure? Or are you going to lead the way to the south pasture?
Manicure? Melissa questioned.
Hes teasing me, Missy. Dont worry about it. Beth stood and glared at him. You got gloves?
Yeah. Theyre at the bunkhouse.
Go get them and Ill meet you at the barn.
Beth breathed a sigh of relief when Jed left the house.
Are you sure the two of you are going to get along? Melissa asked.
No. Beth tried to paste a smile on her face, knowing her single answer reeked of despair. I cant seem to help putting up his back, Missy. I dont intend to, but he made me so mad
When?
Out on the porch, before breakfast. I was going to explain, truly, but I blurted out that wed start at ten and he assumed I was going to go back to bed or something. So I told him we couldnt start earlier because I had to get a manicure.
Melissa laughed. Youve never had a manicure. I tried to paint your nails once, and you screamed as if I were torturing you.
Do you think you have to remind me? It was a silly answer, but it was the most decadent thing I could think of.
Well, Melissa began, putting an arm around Beths shoulders, I think you might need to do some fence-mending of your own, in addition to the real fences, while youre out there with him this morning.
Yeah, Beth agreed glumly, and went to fetch her hat and gloves.
Outside the barn, she selected two horses, one a sturdy, rawboned roan that could easily carry Jeds big body. For herself, she chose a part Appaloosa mare shed named Snowdrop. After putting bridles on them, she tied them to the corral fence and went into the barn to fetch the rest of the gear.
Much to her surprise, she almost ran into Jed in the shadowy interior. He was saddling one of his horses.
You dont need to ride him. Ive got a horse in the corral for you.
I always ride my own horses. His no-nonsense response irritated her again.
Taking a deep breath, she said calmly, Its your choice. Me, I wouldnt work my horse after traveling with him, unless I had to.
Without waiting for a response, she moved on to the tack room. Lifting down her saddle and the blan ket that went with it, she turned around to discover Jed standing in the doorway.
Youve got a point, he said, though she heard the reluctance in his voice. Okay if I use my own gear?
Of course. She wasnt about to let him see that she enjoyed his capitulation. He followed her back into the autumn sunshine and she indicated the roan.
Thats Buster. Hes no racehorse, but he has a steady gait and hes dependable.
Thanks.
After throwing the blanket on Snowdrop, she put the saddle in place, then began buckling and cinching.
You do that like you were born to it, Jed offered after watching her.
I was nine when we came here to live. Aunt Beulah didnt waste any time teaching us about ranch life. And she didnt suffer fools gladly.
Glad to hear it, Jed returned, saddling Buster.
Beth almost burst into laughter. If hed tried, he couldnt have come closer to the dry retorts that had punctuated Beulahs long silences.
It had taken the girls several years to realize what a softy Beulah was beneath that stern exterior. But she wasnt one to wear her feelings on her sleeve. And she didnt believe in spoiling children. They received practical gifts on their birthdays. And warm hugs.
That same behavior was repeated at Christmas.
Though she wasnt effusive, Beulah made them feel welcome. She fed them, clothed them, and made sure they attended school. And most important of all, she made it possible for them to stay together.
So Beth gave no response to Jeds comment, other than to give him a sunny smile that seemed to surprise him. And that surprise alone was enough to keep her cheerful for a while.
Theyd been riding for an hour. Not in companionable silence, but at least they hadnt had an argument. Finally Jed decided he should make use of their time together.
Tell me why you want to barrel race.
She seemed startled by his question.
He waited, giving her a few minutes to pull herself together.
Its the main event open to women.
Others are opening up. Theres a small circuit only for cowgirls here in Texas.
She nodded. When I first thought of it, I wanted to ride because of the money. It seemed we never had enough. Melissa was dreaming of a dishwasher. Abby talked about wanting to increase our irrigation system. Aunt Beulah didnt ever indulge herself. I wantedI wanted a lot of things. With a sigh, she sent him another smile. I saw myself in the role of triumphant savior.
And now?
Now, Aunt Beulah is dead, and, much to our surprise, the three of us have a lot of money. Aunt Beulah had put away oil money from earlier years that we didnt know about. But I want to prove myself, to be the best at something. Melissa, well, youve eaten her cooking. Shes a natural-born nester, willing to mother the world. And Abby, shes an expert on ranching. After working hard all day, she spends her evening reading the ranching magazines, even textbooks on grazing, breeding.
He didnt want to hear this. Hed be a lot better off if he could keep believing she was weak, lazy, selfish, vain. All those things hed assumed before hed met her.
All those things shed disproved every minute he spent with her. She was beautiful, but seemed unaware of it. A hard worker, but took it for granted. Concerned for her sisters, but seemed not to worry about herself.
So you decided to take up barrel racing?
She sent him an impish grin that had his heart beating faster. Didnt she know how much he was affected by her lips? Or her tight body, moving with the rhythm of her horse?
Well, I happen to like riding fast.
And winning?
That, too, she added, her smile widening.
And satin shirts?
If I admit to that, are you going to condemn me? she asked, her expression now wary.
He looked away as he shook his head no.
You see, Beulah didnt think clothes were very important. And I was the youngest, so I never got anything new. Abby and Melissa wore them first. Then she shook her head. Thats not true. Occasionally, they were too hard on the clothes and theyd be worn out by the time Melissa had finished with them. Ill never forget the one time I got a new pair of jeans. This time she beamed at him, and he groaned under his breath. He had to stop hearing these confidences before he swept her into his arms and promised her anything her heart desired.
A peal of laughter surprised him. He looked at her again.
I was so proud of my new jeans, I insisted on wearing them while we were riding fence line. And I ripped one leg into shreds on a barbed wire fence.
Why was that so funny?
She chuckled again. Oh, its hard to explain. I was afraid to face Aunt Beulah, but she just told me to take them off, and she spent the rest of the evening sewing them up again.
She sounds like a fine lady, he said, still not understanding her laughter.
Sometimes you remind me of her.
Her quiet words startled him more than her laughter. What do you mean? I cant sew a lick.
She laughed again. I didnt figure you could.
He glared at her, his only defense, and kicked Buster in the sides to speed up. Theyd only found one break so far. No sense in wasting time talking.
They finished the south fence line in a little over three hours. Jed was nothing if not efficient. Hed started out trying to keep Beth from helping.
She ignored his tactics and pitched in.
By the third break, he still barked orders, but he included her in the work. When shed said he reminded her of Aunt Beulah, shed meant his gruff exterior, but she already suspected underneath was a man with a heart of gold.
When they reached the corral, he took care of his own horse, leaving her to deal with Snowdrop. Just the way she wanted it.
What horse are you planning to train? he asked, his back to her.
I dont know.
He turned to frown at her. You dont know?
I thought it would be best to wait until I found a trainer and got his opinion about a horse. I love Snowdrop, but she doesnt have the speed Ill need.
He just stared at her.
Any suggestions? Do you know of a good horse? Price isnt a problem.
Damn, woman, youre giving me carte blanche to rip you off. Dont do that. He turned his back to her again.
She grinned. Did he think she was no judge of men? She might not know how to handle a man romantically, but shed learned from Aunt Beulah how to judge a mans character. And even if he didnt like her, Jed Davis was a man to be trusted.
So you want me to pick a horse on my own?
Hed just reached up to lift the saddle off Buster, but instead, he rested his hands on the saddle and bowed his head until his Stetson was almost resting on the leather. Then he gave a gusty sigh, as if she was too much to bear.
Theres this pretty little sorrel on the next ranch. Wed look good together, but I dont think she has the cutting ability wed need. Or Bill Garland has several horses hes been trying to sell me, she continued, wondering how long hed maintain his silence. Of course, Aunt Beulah wouldnt ever buy a horse from him. She called him a shyster.
I know a horse. His terse words stopped her.
You do?
About an hours drive from here, just into the Oklahoma panhandle. Itll cost you a pretty penny.
Okay.
He dragged his saddle and blanket off Buster and stalked into the stable. She took her saddle and followed him.
So, when can we go see him?
Ill go pick him up. I can get a better price without you there. He never looked at her.
No.
Yes.
No. I wont agree to the purchase unless I get to see the animal first.
The minute Joe knows the horse is for you, the price will be over the moon. Youll just have to trust me on this. Im going alone.
No.
Jed dumped his saddle on the stable wall where one of his horses was penned. Then he turned around to stare at her, his hands riding his hips and a fierce look on his face. Lady, when I train someone, Im in charge. I make the decisions.
Mister, when Im buying a horse, I get to take a look before I put down my money. She put her hands on her hips and glared back.
I knew this wasnt going to work, he muttered. Ill pack up and be out of here in an hour.
He turned his back again and Beth felt her heartbeat racing. She didnt want him to go. Because he would be a good teacher, she assured herself. That was the reason.
Boy, you sure give up easy. Its a wonder you were successful at all on the rodeo circuit.
When he spun around and began advancing on her, Beth didnt hesitate to beat a retreat. Until her back hit the stable door across the aisle and she had nowhere to go.
That didnt stop Jed Davis from coming after her.
Chapter Three
Jed couldnt believe the woman. She was driving him crazy, with her big eyes, sweet lips and sassy mouth. But starting now, he was going to let her know who was boss. He wouldnt be taking her with him to Oklahoma.
Putting his hands on each side of her, trapping her against the stable door, he said firmly, Dont you ever dare call me a quitter again.
I dont guess Ill need to if you dont quit. She sounded real sure of herself, but Jed knew he was making her nervous, because she stuck her trembling fingers into her jean pockets.
I ought to quit, he muttered, staring into her eyes, fighting the urge to kiss her until she agreed to whatever he wanted.
But youre not going to? Her hopeful look reminded him of a puppy that had followed him home a long time ago.
I guess not. But Im going to buy this horse without you. At least he could stand his ground there.
Thats not fair, Jed. If Im going to work with the horse, I have to see him first. We might not get along.
I wouldnt choose a horse you couldnt work with. He might not know a lot of things, but he knew horses.
I dont see why I cant go, she continued to argue.
Im telling you, Joe will triple the price once he knows who wants it.
How will he know?
Jed frowned at her. What do you mean?
Well, are you going to introduce me as Beth Kennedy, wealthy woman, looking to be parted from her money? She gave him a winsome smile, as if shed made a joke.
Hell, no. Why would I do that?
Then how will he know who I am?
Figuring he was losing his mind, hanging this close to Beth, smelling her, wanting to touch her, he suddenly backed away, releasing her from his improvised jail. Hell know youre the one Im buying the horse for.
So? I dont go around in jewels and a tiara. He wont know I have money.
Hell know when he sees your check. Word always got around when there was a chicken to be plucked.
You write a check and then Ill write you a check later. We could do that, couldnt we? Oh! She beamed at him and he held his breath. I know. Well tell him Im your girlfriend!
Jed thought he was going to choke to death. He coughed several times to regain his breath, and Beth beat him on the back.
Are you all right? Whats wrong? she asked, her eyes wide with concern.
Damn, woman! Thats the craziest idea Ive ever heard. He backed up a couple of more steps. This time she came after him.
Why?
Joe would never believe it.
You think Im not pretty enough?
Jed slumped against the opposite stable door, defeat filling him. He couldnt lie to her. Youre too pretty. Joe wouldnt believe anyone like you would be interested in someone like me.
Her eyelids lowered and she stepped to his side, one hand sliding up his chest. Sure he would, sugar. Im a good actress. She was using the drawl that had fooled him this morning when shed mentioned that blasted manicure.
He had to do something to get her away from him before he wrapped his arms around her and looked for the nearest pile of hay. Okay, you can go. Ask Miss Abby if she needs us after lunch.
Excitement filled her. But before she raced to the house to do as he said, she stretched herself against him and kissed his cheek. Thanks, Jed.
Then she was gone.
Lord have mercy, what have I gotten myself into? he asked the horses in the barn.
None of them answered.
Already realizing Jed preferred silence to conversation, Beth tried to contain herself on the ride into Oklahoma and not ask any questions. That resolve lasted for almost half an hour. Then her excitement took over.
Howd you learn about this horse?
I trained him.
For barrel racing?
No, as a cutting horse.
He stared straight ahead at the road, never looking at her.
How do you know hell make a good racer?
Hes fast.
Did you
Do you ever stop asking questions? He turned to glance at her, irritation on his face.
She grinned, refusing to be offended. Nope.
Listen, hes got strong haunches, hes low to the ground, but hes got a long stride, and hes very intelligent.
Why didnt you buy him? He sounds perfect. Was he too pricey?
Nope. Hes too small for a man my size. Thats why I think Joe will sell him. Joes a big man, too.
She let her gaze wander his length, from the Stetson, past his broad shoulders to his long, hard thighs, down to his dusty boots. She drew a deep breath. She didnt know how much more testosterone she could handle.
He doesnt have a wife to ride her?
Nope. Hes a widower, no children. He breeds quarter horses. Shorty doesnt fit the mold, so Joe didnt want him for breeding stock. Hes a gelding.
She thought about what he said. Then we ought to get him cheap.
Hes got good bloodlines.
But
Well pay a good price, but it will be a fair one. Just dont give away that youre the real buyer.
His clipped order wasnt anything new, but it made Beth want to have him experience some of the discomfort she felt at his curt tone. Abby had pointed out to her more than once that her responses werent always wise ones.
Then Id better practice being your girlfriend, she said as she undid her seat belt. Then she slid across the bench seat until her body was pressed against his right side.
He jerked the wheel in shock. What the hell are you doing? he snarled when he had the truck under control. Get back to your side of the truck!
Youre not being very friendly, Jed, she teased, glad to see he was capable of losing his iron control. I wont be able to convince Joe unless Im used to touching you. She lifted her left hand and settled it on his tense shoulder.
Apparently shed gone too far. Jed yanked the wheel to the right as he stood on the brakes. Before Beth even realized his intent, hed stopped on the side of the road.
Slamming the truck into Park, he reached for her without warning. His lips came down on hers, hard and demanding. Hot, controlling.
Beth, pressed against his chest, her breasts flattened, her eyes closed, resented his attempt to conquer. She knew that was all he intended. She even realized he wasnt going to hurt her. Just conquer her.
But she was made of sterner stuff than Jed Davis realized. And she gave as good as she got. Her hands slid up his chest to riffle through his dark hair. Her mouth moved under his.
And the kiss changed.
Suddenly they were equally involved in the touching, the demandingthe sizzle. So much so that Beth thought she was going to faint. But she was going to enjoy every second of it until then. Jed Davis was some kisser.
He almost threw her away from him only seconds later, staring at her as if shed been a rattlesnake hed found in his bed.
Lady, youre crazy! he snapped, but she noted that his breathing was no more even than hers.
Me? Im not the one who grabbedwho started this.
You shouldve kept your seat belt on. Put it on now! he ordered as he faced the front of the truck again, refusing to look at her.
This time she accepted his order. Sliding back across the bench seat, she snapped the seat belt and faced forward. If she looked at him, she was afraid she might beg for another kiss.
Jed breathed a sigh of relief when they reached Joseph Landers ranch. Hed made a big mistake letting Beth come with him. In fact, hed made a big mistake taking her on as a pupil.
He didnt mix business and pleasure. In fact, he didnt indulge in much pleasure. His goals were too important. And he never stayed in one place too long. He had learned early in life that if you stayed in one place too long, you began to care. And then it was just that much easier to get hurt when you were forced to move to a new foster home.
He wouldnt be staying long at the Circle K, that was for sure. Because the lady beside him had already shown him enough pleasure to scare the daylights out of him.
Not bothering to tell her to stay in the truck, because he knew she wouldnt, he got out and headed for the barn. He figured Joe wouldnt be in the house in the middle of the afternoon.
Before he got to the barn, however, the man he was looking for strode out to meet him. Jed Davis! Good to see you, boy. How have you been?
Jed shook his hand and returned the greeting. Before hed finished, Joes gaze went over his shoulder.
Well, hello, there, little lady. You with this scalawag? Joe asked with a grin.
Jed tried not to stiffen as Beth stepped to his side, sliding her arm through his. Yes, I am, she said clearly, that beaming smile on her face.
Youre steppin up in the world, Jed, Joe said with an approving nod.
Thanks. Jed spent several more minutes passing the time of day with the rancher. Certain protocol had to be followed before he could get down to business. Finally he said, I wondered if you still had Shorty?
Shorty? That scrub? Yeah, hes here. A thoughtful look came into Joes eyes. You interested in him?
Jed shrugged, as if he wasnt sure. I might be.
What for? Hes not big enough to carry you.
Yeah, but Ive got a smaller rider in mind. I think he might work.
Ill show him to you, but Im not sure I want to part with him. He turned toward the barn, then stopped. Little lady, its pretty dusty out there. You want to wait in the house? My housekeeper can fix you some iced tea.
Jed tensed, afraid Beth would blast the man between the eyes.
Why, how thoughtful of you, but I dont like to let Jed out of my sights. Besides, I dressed cowboy so Id fit in, she told the old man, blinking her lashes to great effect.
Honey, Ive never seen a cowboy look as good as you, but youre welcome to come along, Joe said, before turning again toward the barn.
Jed looked at Beth and she dared send him a wink along with her smile. He barely shook his head at her and went after Joe. She was wearing her jeans, but after lunch shed changed to a soft rose-colored blouse and added some silver earrings. Joe was right about how good she looked.
And tasted.
Nope, he wasnt going to think about those moments in his truck. Because if he did, hed go crazy.
On the other side of the barn, Joe hollered at one of the cowboys working in a nearby corral. Larry, fetch Shorty out of the pasture.
Jed caught up with Joe and leaned against the corral, watching the action going on around him. Suddenly he saw someone he knew.
Floyd? Is that you?
An older cowboy, cleaning out the stables, straightened and squinted into the sun. Jed? He threw down the pitchfork hed been wielding and came out of the barn to give Jed a hug. Theyd worked together when Jed first went out on his own. Floyd had helped Jed learn a lot of lessons.
How you doing, boy? Floyd asked as he stepped back.
Fine. And yourself?
Floyd let his gaze slip to the boss and then back to Jed. Just fine.
Better get back to work, Floyd, Joe said, and all geniality was gone from his voice.
Yes, sir, Floyd muttered. He sent a regretful look toward Jed and walked back into the barn.
Jed turned to look at Joe. You unhappy with Floyd?
Joe shrugged. Hes not a hard worker.
Beth moved closer to Jed and slipped her arm through his again. He seemed nice, she said cheerfully, smiling at Joe.
Joes mouth tightened. He wont be staying here long. First excuse I can find, Ill send him down the road.
Jed frowned. He didnt know what had gone wrong between Joe and Floyd, but he knew who hed trust first. And it wasnt Joe. He wished he had some time to speak to his old friend alone.
As if shed read his mind, Beth moved over to the rancher and began asking him about two horses in a separate corral beside the barn. Joe, always playing the gallant, took her arm and led her over there.
Jed backed toward the barn, keeping his eye on Joe. When he reached the door of the barn, he leaned against it, casually, and called softly. Floyd?
Yeah, boy? Floyd responded just as softly.
Whats going on?
You mean with old moneybags?
Yeah.
I caught him abusing a horse. He says I was trying to show him up. Ive only been here about a month. Cant afford to blow off my job. But I reckon Ill have that decision made for me soon. Some of the other hands have been talkin.
Jed had heard rumors about Joe, but hed never had proof. His jaw hardened. He knew Floyd would have trouble working for a man who abused his animals. As would Jed.
Want a new job?
Yeah. You heard of any?
Yep. Ill guarantee you one. Got much to pack?
Nah. You know me. I travel light.
As soon as we finish business, go pack your things.
He didnt want Floyd to upset Joe until his business was done. He saw the cowboy coming back across the pasture, a rope on Shorty.
Moving to the corral, he opened the gate and the cowboy led the horse inside. Jed then made sure the gate was closed and watched as the cowboy took his rope off Shorty. He studied the horse to see if he was okay.
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Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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