Iron Cowboy / Seduced by the Rich Man: Iron Cowboy. Diana Palmer
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woman said gently. “People have died of appendicitis.”
Sara nodded. She looked around the pretty blue room. “Mr. Cameron and I agreed that we’d be each others’families when we got sick, but I never expected to take him up on the offer this soon.”
“He’s a surprising person, isn’t he?” she asked. “He seems so cold and distant when you meet him. But he’s not like that at all when you get to know him. You wouldn’t believe what he did to Mr. Danzetta…”
“And you can stop right there while you still have work,” Jared said from the doorway. He sounded stern, but his eyes were twinkling.
Mrs. Lewis made a face at him. “I was only humanizing you for Sara, so she wouldn’t think you were really an ogre…” She stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.
“It’s all right,” Sara assured her between mouthfuls of soup. “I did used to call him an ogre, but he improves on closer acquaintance.” She grinned at Jared.
He pursed his lips and looked pointedly at her mouth. She almost dropped her spoon, and he laughed softly.
“Well, if you don’t need me for anything else, I’m going home,” Mrs. Lewis told him. “Mr. Danzetta’s got stuff to make supper.”
“I saw the sack full of tomatoes and tomato sauce,” Jared replied. “He’s planted tomatoes out behind the house in what used to be a kitchen garden. Tomatoes, oregano, chives, sage and about twenty other spices I never heard of.”
“He doesn’t look like a gardener,” Sara commented.
Jared didn’t answer her. She didn’t need to know about Tony just yet.
“He planted poppies in the flower garden,” Mrs. Lewis said with obvious concern.
“He likes flowers,” Jared began.
“You don’t understand,” Mrs. Lewis persisted. “He didn’t plant California poppies. He planted the other kind.”
He frowned. “What’s your point?”
“We’re barely inside the city limits,” she said, “but the fact is, we are inside them. When they begin to bloom, Chief Grier will send one of his officers out here to pull them up.”
Jared didn’t mention that he’d like to see anyone do that with Tony watching. “Why?”
“They’re opium poppies,” Mrs. Lewis emphasized.
He whistled. “I’ll bet Tony didn’t realize it.”
“Better tell him,” Mrs. Lewis replied. “Before he gets in trouble with the law.”
He was going to say that it was way too late for that, but he didn’t dare. “I’ll talk to him,” he said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Get better, dear,” Mrs. Lewis added with a smile for Sara.
“I heal fast,” Sara replied, grinning. “Thanks.”
Jared went out to make some phone calls and Sara finished her soup and dozed off. When she opened her eyes again, it was getting dark outside. She hadn’t thought about nightclothes, but it was obvious now that she’d arrived with only her purse and the clothes she’d had on when they transported her to the hospital. She didn’t have anything to sleep in.
There was a wonderful smell of spices drifting down the hall. Seconds later, Tony stuck his head in the door.
“You like spaghetti?” he asked.
“I love it,” she replied, smiling.
He smiled back. “I’m just about to take up the pasta,” he said. “It fell off the wall when I threw it there, so it’s got about two minutes left before it’s al dente.”
“Al who?” she asked.
He glowered at her. “Al dente,” he repeated. “Just right for the teeth. When you throw it at the wall and it sticks, it’s just right to…”
“What the hell have you done to my kitchen wall?” came a roar from down the hall.
“I have to check that the pasta’s ready!” Tony called to him.
Jared stomped down the hall, glaring at his bodyguard. “You’ve got streaks all over the damned paint!”
“They wipe off, boss,” Tony assured him. “Honest.”
“You couldn’t just stick a strand of it in your mouth and chew it to see if it’s ready?” Jared grumbled.
Tony’s eyebrows arched. “Who bit you?” he asked.
Jared’s face was like iron. He looked furious. “The bread’s burning.”
Tony rushed back down the hall without another word.
Jared glared at Sara. “Harley Fowler’s in the living room. He stopped by to see about you.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“Nice.” His green eyes were glaring. “I don’t have time to run a hospital complete with visiting hours,” he muttered.
She flushed with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected Harley to come looking for her.
Jared backstepped at her expression. She’d just had surgery and he was acting like a jealous boyfriend. He caught himself and tried to relax. It didn’t work. Harley was poaching on his preserves. “I’ll send him in. Don’t encourage him to stay long or drop in unexpectedly again without calling first.”
“I won’t,” she began, but he was already halfway down the hall before she got the words out. She felt terrible. She was imposing on him. She should never have suggested that they take care of each other when they got sick. It was apparent that Jared already regretted agreeing to it.
Harley didn’t look much better than Sara did. His lips were compressed and he was carrying his wide-brimmed Western straw hat.
“How’re you doing?” he asked.
She sighed. “I’m feeling much better,” she said.
“You don’t look it. Why don’t I phone Lisa and see if you can stay with her and Cy until you’re back on your feet?” he suggested.
“I really don’t need looking after,” she replied. She felt uneasy. “Harley, do you think you could drive me to my house?” she added in a low voice.
He scowled. “You’re not well enough to look after yourself, Sara. You won’t even be able to lift a gallon of milk until that incision heals.”
“I don’t drink milk and I want to go home.” She pulled herself off the bed, grimacing because it hurt. Jared had her pain capsules, but she’d be damned if she was going to ask him for them. It was clear that he didn’t want her here.
She moved to the foot of the bed. She’d forgotten that Jared had carried her down the hall. Walking it was going to be an ordeal, and she didn’t dare ask Harley to carry her, although she knew he would if she asked.
Harley’s arm shot out and caught her as she began to weave. “Here, you’re not able to do this, Sara,” he said firmly.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Jared walked right around Harley, picked Sara up and put her back in the bed. “Stay there,” he said shortly.
She flushed again. “I will not! I just asked Harley to drive me home.”
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