Against The Rules. Linda Howard
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once. I didn’t ask if you had to wait,” she said to Rule, deliberately making the effort to converse with him and demonstrate that she wasn’t disturbed at having been caught staring at him.
He shrugged and started to say something, but Ricky broke in with a harsh, bitter laugh. “It didn’t bother him any,” she sniped. “He left yesterday afternoon and spent the night in Houston to make certain he didn’t miss you. Nothing’s too good for the little queen of the Bar D, is it, Rule?”
His dark face had that closed, stony look that Cathryn always associated with the painful days when he had first come to the ranch, and she had to clench her fists to quell the sudden, powerful urge to protect him. If any man was less in need of protection than Rule Jackson, he was one tough customer indeed. Rule proved that by giving Ricky a smile that was nothing more than a baring of his teeth as he agreed with seeming ease. “That’s right. I’m here to give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.”
Monica said coolly, “For God’s sake, can’t we have one meal without the two of you sniping at each other? Ricky, try acting your age, which is twenty-seven, instead of seven.”
In the small silence that followed, Monica continued with a statement that must have seemed completely innocent to her, but which hit Cathryn with all the power of a jackhammer. “Rule says that you’ve come home to stay, Cathryn.”
Cathryn shot a furious look at Rule, which he met blandly, but the denial that was on her lips was never voiced as Ricky dropped her fork with a clatter. All heads turned to her; she was white, shaking. “You bastard,” she said thinly, glaring at Rule with pure venom in her eyes. “All of these years, as long as Mother had control of the ranch, you’ve mooned around her and sweet-talked her into doing anything you wanted, but now that Cathryn’s twenty-five and has taken over legal control, you drop Mother as if she’s nothing more than yesterday’s laundry! You used her! You didn’t want her or me eith—”
Rule leaned back in his chair, his eyes flat and unreadable. He didn’t say anything, just watched and waited, and Cathryn had a sudden impression of a cougar flattening out on a limb, waiting for an unsuspecting lamb to walk beneath it. Ricky must have sensed danger too, because her voice halted in midword.
Monica glared at her daughter and said icily, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! With your track record in romance, how can you have the gall to either criticize or advise anyone else?”
Ricky turned wildly to her mother. “How can you keep on defending him?” she cried. “Can’t you see what he’s doing? He should’ve married you years ago, but he put you off and waited until she came of age! He knew she would be taking over the ranch! Didn’t you?” she spat, whirling to face Rule.
Cathryn had had enough. Trembling with temper, she discarded her hold on good manners and slammed her silverware down on the table while she struggled to organize the red-hot words in her mind into coherent sentences.
Rule had no such difficulty. He shoved his plate back and got to his feet. Ice dripped from his tone as he said, “There’s never been the slightest possibility that I’d marry Monica.” He left on that brutal note, his booted feet taking long strides that carried him out of the room before anyone else could add to the fire.
Cathryn glanced at Monica. Her stepmother was white except for the round spots of artificial color that dotted her cheekbones. Monica snapped harshly, “Congratulations, Ricky! You’ve managed to ruin another meal.”
Cathryn demanded in rising anger, “What was the meaning of that scene?”
Ricky propped her elbows gracefully on the table and folded her hands under her chin in an angelic posture, regaining her poise though, like Monica, she was pale. “Surely you’re not as dense as that,” she mocked. She looked definitely pleased with herself, her red lips curling up in a wicked little smile. “There’s no use in pretending that you don’t know how Rule has used Mother all these years. But lately...lately he’s realized that you’re of age, conveniently widowed, and can have full control over the ranch whenever you decide to take an interest. Mother’s of no use to him now; she no longer holds the purse strings. It’s a simple case of off with the old, on with the new.”
Cathryn gave her a withering look. “You’re twisted!”
“And you’re a fool!”
“I’d certainly be one if I took anything you said at face value!” Cathryn shot back. “I don’t know what you’ve got against Rule. Maybe you’re just soured on men—”
“That’s right!” Ricky shrilled. “Throw it up to me because I’m divorced!”
Cathryn wanted to pull her own hair in frustration. She knew Ricky well enough to recognize a play for sympathy, but she also knew that when the spirit moved her, Ricky didn’t adhere too closely to the truth. For some reason Ricky was trying to make Rule appear in the worst light imaginable, and the thought irritated her. Rule had enough black marks against him without someone manufacturing false ones. The area had never forgotten how he had acted when he returned from Vietnam, and as far as she knew he had never been reconciled with his father. Mr. Jackson had died a few years ago, but Rule had never mentioned that fact in her hearing, so she supposed that the strain between him and his father had still existed at the time of Mr. Jackson’s death.
Unwilling to examine her motives more closely, merely acknowledging the surface desire to set Ricky back on her heels, Cathryn said, “Rule did ask me to stay, but, after all, this is my home, isn’t it? There’s nothing to keep me in Chicago now that David is dead.” With that parting shot she got to her feet and left the room, though with considerably more grace than Rule had exhibited.
She started to go to her room, because she was feeling the effects of travel and her long ride. Her stiff muscles, forgotten during the heat of battle, renewed their appeal for her attention, and she winced slightly as she crossed to the stairs. Pausing with one foot on the first step, she decided to find Rule first, prompted by some vague urge to see him. She didn’t know why that should be when she had spent years avoiding him, but she didn’t stop to analyze her thoughts and emotions. It was one thing for her to rip up at him; it was something else entirely for anyone else to take that liberty! She let herself out by the front door and walked around the house, directing her steps to the foaling barn. Where else would Rule be but checking on one of his precious horses?
The familiar smells of hay and horses, liniment and leather greeted her as she entered the barn and walked the dark length of the aisle to the pool of light that revealed two men standing before the stall of the pregnant mare. Rule turned as she emerged into the light. “Cat, this is Floyd Stoddard, our foaling man. Floyd, meet Cathryn Ashe.”
Floyd was a compact, powerfully built man with leathery skin and thinning brown hair. He acknowledged the introduction by nodding his head and drawling, “Ma’am,” in a soft voice totally at odds with his appearance.
Cathryn made a more conventional greeting, but there was no chance for further conversation. Rule said briefly, “Tell me if anything happens,” and took her arm. She found herself being led away, out of the circle of light and into the darkness of the barn. She didn’t have good night vision, and she stumbled uncertainly, not trusting her footing.
A low chuckle sounded above her head and she felt herself pulled closely against a hard, warm body. “Still can’t see in the dark, can you? Don’t worry, I won’t let you run into anything. Just hold on to me.”
She didn’t have to hold on to him. He was doing enough holding for the both of them. To make conversation she said, “Will the mare foal soon?”
“Probably tonight, after everything quiets down. Mares are usually shy. They wait until they think no one’s around, so Travis will have to be really quiet and not let her hear him.” Amusement in his voice, he said, “Like all females, they’re contrary.”
Resentment on behalf of her sex flared briefly, but she controlled it. She realized that he was teasing her, hoping to make her react hotly, thereby giving him a perfect reason for kissing her again—if