The Rancher and His Unexpected Daughter. Sherryl Woods
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that left goose bumps in its wake.
“No, indeed,” she denied brightly. “Why would you think that?”
“No special reason. It’s just that you struck me as a woman who’d never leave the house with quite so many buttons undone.”
A horrified glance at her blouse confirmed the teasing comment. She’d missed more buttons than she’d secured, which meant there was an inordinate amount of cleavage revealed. She vowed to strangle her daughter at the very first opportunity for not warning her. At least the damned blouse did match her slacks, she thought as she fumbled with the buttons with fingers that shook.
“Jeez, Mom,” Jenny protested. “Let me.”
Janet thought she heard Harlan mutter something that sounded suspiciously like, “Or me,” but she couldn’t be absolutely sure. When she looked in his direction, his gaze was fixed innocently enough on the sky.
“Come on inside,” he invited a moment later. “I promised you coffee. I think Maritza has breakfast ready by now, too.”
“Who’s Maritza?” Jenny asked.
Her tone suggested a level of distrust that had Janet shooting a warning look in her direction. Harlan, however, appeared oblivious to Jenny’s suspicions.
“My housekeeper,” he explained. “She’s been with the family for years. If you’re interested in learning a little Tex-Mex cooking while you’re here, she’ll be glad to teach you. She’s related to Rosa, who owns the Mexican Café in town.”
“I hate Tex-Mex,” Jenny declared.
“You do not,” Janet said, giving Harlan an apologetic smile. “She’s a little contrary at this hour.”
“Seemed to be that way at midday, too,” he stated pointedly. “Not to worry. It would be an understatement to say that I’ve had a lot of experience with contrariness.”
He led the way through the magnificent foyer and into a formal dining room that was practically the size of Janet’s entire house. Her eyes widened. “Good heavens, do you actually eat in here by yourself?”
He seemed startled by the question. “Of course. Why?”
“It’s just that it’s so…” She fumbled for the right word.
“Big,” Jenny contributed.
“Lonely,” Janet said, then regretted it at once. The man didn’t need to be reminded that he was a widower and that his sons were no longer living under his roof. He was probably aware of those sad facts every single day of his life.
He didn’t seem to take offense, however. He just shrugged. “I’m used to it.”
He gestured toward a buffet laden with more cereals, jams, muffins, toast and fruits than Janet had ever seen outside a grocery store.
“Help yourself,” he said. “If you’d rather have eggs and bacon, Maritza will fix them for you. She doesn’t allow me near the stuff.”
“How come?” Jenny asked.
“Cholesterol, fat.” He grimaced. “They’ve taken all the fun out of eating. Next thing you know they’ll be feeding us a bunch of pills three times a day and we won’t be needing food at all.”
“There are egg substitutes,” Janet commented.
“Yellow mush,” he contradicted.
“And turkey bacon.”
He shuddered. “Not a chance.”
Janet chuckled at his reaction. “I’m not going to convince you, am I?”
“Depends on how good you are at sweet talk, darlin’.”
Her startled gaze flew to his. Those blue eyes were innocent as a baby’s. Even so, she knew in her gut, where butterflies were ricocheting wildly, that he had just tossed down a gauntlet of sorts. He was daring her to turn this so-called arrangement they had made for Jenny’s punishment into something personal. The temperature in the room rose significantly.
Nothing would happen between them. Janet was adamant about that. She was in Texas to tap into her Native American roots, not to get involved with another white man. She’d tried that once and it had failed, just as her mother’s marriage to a white man had ended in disaster exactly as Lone Wolf had apparently predicted when her mother had fled the reservation.
She drew herself up and leveled a look at him that she normally reserved for difficult witnesses in court. “That, darlin’, is something you’re not likely to find out,” she retorted.
Jenny’s eyes widened as she listened to the exchange. Janet was very aware of the precise instant when a speculative gleam lit her daughter’s intelligent brown eyes. Dear heaven, that was the last thing she needed. Jenny was like a puppy with a sock when she got a notion into her head. If she sensed there were sparks between her mother and Harlan Adams, she’d do everything in her power to see that they flared into a blaze. She’d do it not because she particularly wanted someone to replace her father, but just to see if she could pull it off.
To put a prompt end to any such speculation, Janet forced a perfectly blank expression onto her face as she turned her attention to the man seated opposite her.
“Exactly what will Jenny be doing today?”
“I thought maybe I’d teach her to ride,” Harlan replied just as blandly, apparently willing to let that sudden flare of heat between them die down for the moment. “Unless she already knows how.”
“Oh, no,” Jenny protested.
Janet jumped in to prevent the tantrum she suspected was only seconds away. “She doesn’t, but riding doesn’t sound much like punishment or work to me.”
“She has to be able to get around, if she’s going to be much use on a ranch this size,” he countered. “I can’t go putting her behind the wheel of a truck again, now can I?”
He glanced at his watch, then at Jenny. “You ready?”
Jenny’s chin rose stubbornly. “Not if you were paying me a hundred bucks an hour,” she declared.
Janet thought she detected a spark of amusement in his eyes, but his expression remained perfectly neutral.
“You scared of horses?” he inquired.
Janet watched her daughter, sensing her dilemma. Jenny would rather eat dirt than admit to fear of any sort. At the same time, she had a genuine distrust of horses, based totally on unfamiliarity, not on any dire experience she’d ever had.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” Jenny informed Harlan stiffly. “Horses are dirty and smelly and big. I don’t choose to be around them.”
Harlan chuckled at the haughty dismissal. “I can’t do much about their size, but I can flat-out guarantee they won’t be dirty or smelly by the time you’re finished grooming them.”
Jenny turned a beseeching look in Janet’s direction. “Mom!”
“He’s the boss,” Janet reminded her.
“I don’t see you getting anywhere near a smelly old horse,” Jenny complained.
“You’d be welcome, if you’d care to join us,” Harlan said a little too cheerfully.
“Perhaps another time. I have to get to work.”
“Why?” Jenny asked. “You don’t have any clients.”
Janet winced. The remark was true enough, but she didn’t want Harlan Adams knowing too much about her law practice, if that’s what handling one speeding violation could be called.
“Business slow?” he asked, leveling a penetrating look straight at her.
She shrugged. “You know