A Rich Man For Dry Creek And A Hero For Dry Creek. Janet Tronstad
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Slips. Nighties. In peach. Ivory. Lavender. White.
“And you’re worried about the kids becoming underwear salesmen,” Robert said quietly as he moved closer to Jenny. “I’d say she’s set up for a sales tour of all fifty states.”
The amused tone in Robert’s voice cheered Jenny up considerably. He might be rich. But he surely could still see through a woman like Laurel.
“Didn’t you pack any real clothes?” Robert finally asked. “You certainly can’t survive a blizzard with that kind of stuff. You need long johns and sweaters with maybe some sweatpants and wool scarves.”
“Oh, I had two other boxes of clothes, but they got lost in the airport baggage system somewhere. I expect they’re at the Billings airport by now. Anyway, they’re going to send them out when they can,” Laurel answered cheerfully. “Not that they have any of those blizzard clothes in them. I brought some special-occasion clothes instead.”
Laurel looked at Robert with a glance he could only call sweetly possessive. It made him nervous. He’d known Laurel for years. They’d actually gone to school together, so he was better prepared for her games than most. He knew the sweetness was an act. He just didn’t know why she was playing up to him. “There are no special occasions planned here.”
“We’ll see.” Laurel smiled smugly.
Laurel shut the lid on her suitcase and swung around a little designer purse. “You know, I think the lipstick is still in my purse. Silly me. I didn’t need to rummage around in that suitcase after all.”
Laurel pulled a long gold lipstick tube out of her purse along with a small mirror. She looked over at the men. “I don’t suppose one of you would hold this mirror up for me, would you? I just don’t feel right unless my lipstick is fresh.”
The request almost caused a fight among the ranch hands until Laurel turned and asked. “Robert, would you help me?”
Robert grimaced. Yes, this was Laurel at her best. What could he do? If he didn’t hold the mirror, a half dozen of those ranch hands would go home tonight with black eyes. And the punch bowl might get broken. He happened to know the bowl was a favorite of Mrs. Hargrove’s.
“Why don’t you prop the mirror up on that ledge over there?” Robert pointed. The barn, even though it was now a community center, had been built for working cattle and still showed the marks. “See, you can see where the stall used to be?”
Laurel gasped. “You expect me to use the remains of a cow stall!”
“Well, there hasn’t been a cow along that wall in ten years. I don’t see the harm.”
Laurel tried to contain her annoyance, but it showed. Her normally pink cheeks got a little redder. Her baby blue eyes narrowed. Her chin jutted out in a stubborn angle. Then she took a deep breath and smiled sweetly back at Robert. “You’re right, you know.”
Laurel turned to walk over to the ledge and Robert watched her. She was definitely up to something.
“Anyone else want coffee?” Jenny asked the men standing around the table. They were blocking the way for the other people who wanted something to drink by standing there and watching the blonde.
“I’ll take another cup,” one ranch hand said with a sigh. “She’s way out of my league anyway.”
“Well, of course she is, Kingman,” another ranch hand responded as he got back in line, too. “She’s way too pretty for any of us. But we can still look. She’s like a picture in one of those fancy magazines.”
“Yes, she is,” Jenny agreed. She knew how the ranch hands felt. Sometimes you couldn’t help being drawn to someone even though you knew you didn’t have a chance in a million of anything happening.
“She shouldn’t have come here,” Robert said as he looked over the people of Dry Creek. Some ranch hands were still drooling over Laurel as she dramatically rubbed her lipstick on repeatedly. He’d lay odds there’d be some sharp words exchanged among those boys before the night was over. The teenage boys weren’t far behind the ranch hands and the girls were looking like they were ready to mutiny. Even the married farm couples looked uneasy. “Laurel doesn’t belong in a place like this.”
Jenny lifted her chin. She’d emptied the coffeepot and the line had ended. “There’s nothing wrong with this place.”
“I didn’t mean—” Robert was brought back sharply. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with this place. It’s a great place full of great people.”
“Just because it used to be a cow barn doesn’t mean it’s any less of a place,” Jenny continued like he hadn’t even spoken. “It’s a place filled with friendship and good people—well except for them maybe.” She nodded her chin at the kidnappers who were now neatly tied at one side of the barn. “And who knows—even they might not be so very bad when all is said and done.”
“I agree.” Robert moved closer to stand beside Jenny. He didn’t know how to say what he was thinking. “I like the people here. I like that this used to be a cow barn.”
“It’s because you’re slumming, isn’t it?” Jenny said quietly. The punch bowl was now empty so she pulled the ladle out. “Getting a dose of real life before you settle down in some mansion somewhere with a perfect wife and perfect kids.”
“That’s not it at all.”
Jenny had a sudden fierce wish to have her hairnet back. She knew now why she was always so insistent on wearing it even in food situations where the health code didn’t require one. It reminded her of who she was in the situation. She was the chef. She knew her place. She wasn’t a guest.
“Excuse me.” Jenny forced a smile. “I better start cleaning up or I’ll be here all night.”
“Well, you’re not going to clean up alone,” Robert protested. “Tell me what to do and where to start.”
“You can’t help—not in that tuxedo. You’ll ruin it.”
“I don’t care about the tuxedo.”
“It’s wasteful to ruin a ten-thousand dollar suit doing dishes.” Jenny felt her jaw set. If she needed any reminding about the difference between herself and Robert Buckwalter, this was certainly it. He could ruin an Italian tuxedo just because he wanted to do something else at that point in time.
Robert looked down at the suit. It probably had cost over ten thousand dollars. But who needed a suit like this, for goodness’ sake? He’d just never given any thought before to how much he spent on clothes.
“Even taking in the punch bowl won’t work. It’s sticky with sugar and almost impossible to carry without holding it against yourself,” Jenny said as she reached for the bowl herself. “What you could do is gather up the coffee cups while I take the bowl to the café and rinse it out.”
“You can’t go outside alone.”
“Why not? The kidnappers are caught.”
“These guys are caught. There could be more out there.”
Jenny looked up. Someone had put another slow song on the record player. But no one was dancing. She could tell that the party was winding down. “I think with all these people here they would have spotted a stranger.”
“They didn’t spot Santa Claus when he was the hit man and almost got that woman—the one they called Dry Creek’s angel,” he protested. “Besides, I’d prefer to come with you.”
Jenny shrugged as she put on a jacket Mrs. Hargrove had lent her for the evening. “It’s just across the parking lot.”
“You need someone to open the doors anyway.”
Robert followed Jenny to the barn door. The sheriff and some of the other men were squatted down on the floor in one corner talking to the kidnappers.
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