The Texas Rancher's Vow. Cathy Thacker Gillen
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just avoid him.
She ran her palm over the silk fabric of the comforter on her bed. “Actually, I’m hoping it will just be for one month.”
“The time it will take you to complete the first statue,” Celia affirmed.
Jen got up and walked to the guest-room window, overlooking the courtyard. “I think once Emmett understands my process and sees the quality of my work, he’ll be amenable to granting me whatever I need to finish.” Which was an environment far, far away from his maddeningly handsome, wickedly provoking son.
“And if he doesn’t? If he plays the rich man card and says you have to stay and do everything his way,” Celia countered, her voice rising with concern. “Then what? It’s obvious father and son have issues. The last thing you need is to put yourself in a situation where you try to fix other people’s problems—again.”
Jen wasn’t going to do that. Once had been more than enough. “Look, it’s obvious Matt and his dad don’t see eye to eye on hiring me to commemorate Emmett’s life. But that’s for the two of them to sort out. I’m concerned about the business.” Not to mention the fact that Cy and Celia were about to have a baby, and Jen’s van needed substantial repair. “The profit from this job will allow me to expand into the next storefront, showcase other artists and hire another employee.” Which meant all their schedules would be a lot more flexible.
“Assuming it goes as planned,” Cy groused, reminding Jen that he and Celia had a financial stake in this.
“It will,” she promised. “You’ll see.” And when it did, the rent for the gallery would be paid for an entire year, and they wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck any longer.
She looked up to see Matt looming in the guest room’s open doorway, a thick accordion file in hand.
She turned away to finish her conversation. “In the meantime, I’m emailing you a list of things I’ll need overnighted to me….”
After Cy and Celia promised they would get right on it, Jen ended the call and put her phone back in her bag.
“Obviously, you have been invited to stay for dinner, regardless of your decision about the offer my father made.”
Jen wondered what Matt thought could have possibly changed in the last fifteen minutes, since she had already told Emmett her decision and he’d asked Matt to show her to the guest room. “You just won’t give up, will you?”
He came closer, his expression grim. “I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this.”
His words had an ominous ring. Jen felt her stomach clench. For the first time since she had arrived at the ranch, she felt she was out of her league as she stared into his implacable blue eyes.
Wordlessly, he handed over the file he held. “You have a very interesting past.”
His statement delivered a punch a hundred times more powerful than she had anticipated. “You had me investigated?”
He let out a breath. “I checked into the backgrounds of all the artists my father was interested in.” Moving closer, he looked at her for a long minute. “Curiously enough, you were the only one who had married for cash. I guess my dad really does have a radar for fortune hunters.”
Jen’s temper rose. “I did not marry for money, Matt. I married for love.” Which, unfortunately, had turned out to be one-sided.
His eyes dipped down to her mouth, then back up again. “His family says otherwise. They say you led their son down the garden path, and had they not intervened, you would have gone through his entire trust fund in a matter of years.”
Jen knew how it looked. But how it looked and how it was were two entirely different things.
Sensing Matt Briscoe wouldn’t believe her even if she did tell him everything that had transpired during the two unhappiest years of her life, she focused on the facts that would vindicate her. At least in Emmett Briscoe’s eyes. She tilted her head and murmured, “Then you also must have uncovered the fact that I left the marriage exactly as I entered it. With five hundred dollars in my savings account. The clothes on my back. An armful of possessions. And the same van I’m driving now.”
He looked at her for a long moment. “A smart move, if you were looking for another rich man to bamboozle.”
“But what if I wasn’t?” Jen swallowed hard. “What if, at the end of the day, all I wanted was my freedom? My self-respect intact?”
A devastating silence fell.
Matt didn’t believe her.
He was never going to believe her.
So Jen did the only thing she could do.
She gave up trying to convince him of the truth and took another approach. One that a man like him would buy.
Dropping all pretext of innocence, she threw up her hands and sashayed toward him like a hussy on the hunt. “You’re right.” Reaching behind him, she shut the bedroom door, then swung back around to face him. “Why deny it?” Her heart pounding, she glided even closer and lifted a hand to his hard chest. “I did come out here looking for another rich husband.” She splayed her fingers over his heart. “But it’s not your father I want, Matt,” she confessed, even more softly. “It’s you.”
His eyes smoldered. He caught her wrist and held her away. “Very funny.”
Her instinct was to fight his grip. Instead, she relaxed into it. Pretended she wanted him to touch her. Moved closer still.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Aware what a dangerous game she was playing, she brought her other hand up to trace his lower lip. “You’re a vibrant and sexy guy.” Surely, in another second or two he’d realize how ridiculous this all was.
“Tall. Dark-haired. Handsome.” She continued her litany of his attributes. “What’s not to like?” She let her fingers sift through his dark, curly hair, stroke the shell of his ear, feel the pulse in his throat.
“It’s not going to work.” He stared at her, daring her to get past his tough exterior.
“Sure about that?” Jen prodded, her ego suddenly in play. She extricated her wrist from his hand. “Sure you don’t want to make a pass at me, just a little bit?”
Again he refused to budge.
“What if I want to make a pass at you?” With both hands free, she wreathed her arms around his neck.
To her disappointment, he didn’t respond.
“What if I want to kiss you…” She rose on tiptoe and, with lust pouring through her, brushed her lips ever so briefly across the scruff on his jaw. “Just like this…”
Matt remained still as a statue. The only hint that he might be affected by her outrageous ploy was the heat emanating from his body, the thudding of his heart and lower, the unmistakable imprint of desire.
“You really want to find out?” he asked hoarsely.
Did she? Jen tilted her head and searched his eyes.
Maybe not…
She stepped back slightly, telling herself that she had made her point.
Then, to her shock, Matt made his. His arms clamped around her, tugging her close again. Suddenly, she was anchored against him in a way that thoroughly outlined the challenge he presented to her.
Aware that it was her turn to call his bluff, she narrowed her eyes and declared, “You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
Matt lifted an eyebrow, lowered his head and growled, “Yeah? Watch me.”
Chapter Three
Matt had not expected their confrontation to end with a kiss. But as he gave into instinct and flattened one hand against