Lone Star Rancher. Laurie Paige
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twenty-one years. With you both being in New York, that friendship has grown. Mom considers you one of hers now.”
“Oh.” She had to laugh.
“What?” He handed her the paring knife and observed while she sliced carrots into the huge salad bowl.
“When I was a kid I saw a cartoon about a city mouse that visited his mouse cousin who lived on a farm. I’ve always wondered if your family thought I was a country mouse that Violet befriended. I think you just answered that.”
“You’ve traveled far from your roots, Texas gal,” he said in a tone that was husky and, while not exactly harsh, held an undercurrent of accusation, as if she’d done something that personally offended him.
She was intensely aware of his gaze as it studied her face, swept down her body, then came back to her face and locked on her mouth before meeting her eyes.
“I was lucky,” she said. “A fortuitous lineup of the stars that led to success.”
“Not to mention a gorgeous face and the lean, taut body prized by the fashion industry.”
Now he sounded merely ironic, she noted, but still her nerves did their tingly thing. “Actually, I’m not gorgeous,” she corrected, her own voice low and soft, deliberately sexy. “Sondra says I’m ‘striking,’ which is better than mere beauty because it lasts forever.”
“Sondra being…?”
“My agent.”
“Ah, yes. I recall your father worrying when you first went to New York. He said you lived with an older woman, but the woman was divorced, so he and your mother weren’t sure she was a good example.”
Jessica gave him a surprised stare. “You talked to my parents about me?”
He shrugged. “Red Rock is a small town, and we did business at the hardware store. You were frequently the subject of conversation by the locals.”
She nodded and went back to chopping veggies. “People seem to have a proprietary interest when a hometown girl, or guy, makes good. It was nice to come home and know they were proud of me. However, it was Sondra who made most of the decisions early on in my career, and my dad who advised me on saving my earnings. They’re the ones who guided me.”
“But you’re the one who put in the hours of work,” he reminded her. “In the store your father displayed pictures of you at your first job. I have to admit I wouldn’t have recognized you. You looked very different from the long-legged teenager I remembered.”
Jessica felt heat skim her cheeks. She hoped he didn’t also remember that, at nineteen, she’d had a terrible crush on him. She’d wanted to make him notice her.
Looking into his eyes, she suddenly understood the dark moodiness in those depths. He, Clyde Fortune of the famous Fortune family, was attracted to her.
Instead of feeling elated, she was disappointed. He was attracted to the persona developed by her career—the casual, laughing and oh-so-sexy summer blonde who was poised, outdoorsy and cosmopolitan.
That was the way the fashion photographers saw her and what they picked up in the photo sessions. It was the persona she and Sondra had decided to cultivate long ago, but whether in New York, Paris or Milan, she knew, at heart, she was simply a Texas gal a long way from home.
She focused her attention on the task at hand and away from the banked embers of interest that resided in his gaze. It needed only a spark between them to set the flames to a fiery glow. She wouldn’t provide that spark.
He headed for the door. “I’d better get the grill started so we can eat. Miles should be in soon. The folks are staying at the Double Crown, so they won’t be spending the night.”
“Are they here for the funeral?”
He frowned. “What do you know about that?”
“Violet explained the connection to Ryan Fortune. It was also in the San Antonio paper. My sister read it and called me.”
“Did she also relate the local gossip?”
Jessica shook her head. She and her sister had speculated on the dead man’s relationship to the mighty Fortunes of Texas, but she wasn’t sure what gossip Clyde referred to.
“Some people think Ryan might have murdered Christopher Jamison to keep his father’s true origins a secret.”
Jessica was shocked at the idea. “No one knowing Ryan Fortune would believe that.”
“No?” Clyde questioned. “Then you don’t know your fellow Texans as well as I assumed you did.”
With that, he left. She continued preparing the salad. When she finished, she stored the stuff in the refrigerator, which was now filled with all kinds of healthful food, including nonfat milk and yogurt, two of her usual food staples.
After pouring a glass of iced tea, she went outside. She found Clyde on the other side of the pool/guesthouse at a built-in grill.
“Well, what have we here?” an appreciative male voice inquired. “Ah, yes, the fair Jessica.” Miles, the youngest of the triplets, looked her over. “Very fair indeed. The duckling has changed into the swan, brother. You didn’t mention that when you reported she’d arrived.”
“Hello, Miles,” she said, holding out her hand.
Instead of shaking it, Miles tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and led her to a table under an arbor covered with rose vines. He held a chair for her, then took the one beside it.
“So start at the beginning and tell me of your life in the big city,” he invited. He took a drink of beer and gazed at her in open admiration.
Jessica was used to this kind of attention, so it didn’t rattle her at all, unlike the black scowl she was getting from Clyde. She tried to figure out if she’d done something wrong. Nothing came to mind.
“Both Violet and I have been busy,” she began. “We try to meet for lunch at least once a week.”
From the side of the house came the tinkling laughter of his mother. Patrick and Lacey joined them on the patio. She held a posy of late summer blossoms in her hand.
“A centerpiece for the table,” she said. “Miles, come help me find a vase for them. Are we going to eat out here or in the house?” she asked Clyde.
“In the house. We’ve had a new hatch of mosquitoes since the storm.”
Lacey smiled at Jessica. “They leave terrible itchy bumps on me, but never seem to bite the men.”
“That hardly seems fair,” Jessica murmured, wishing a swarm would descend on Clyde. What the heck had she done to tick him off?
“The steaks will be ready in ten minutes,” he said. “Miles, if you’ll bring the shrimp when you come back out, I’ll put them on.”
When the other three went inside, Jessica surveyed the grounds and didn’t glance at Clyde, who now wore dark slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his arms.
“Miles, you might recall, is something of a tease,” Clyde said without preamble. He gave her a stern glance.
“Yes? Is there a message for me in that statement?”
“Don’t get your hopes up that it means anything when he flirts with you.”
She did a slow burn. “Actually,” she murmured wickedly, “I have my hopes centered on you.”
He choked on his beer.
Smiling, she took a long, cool drink of iced tea.
“I really don’t see why I have to come along,” Jessica said on Sunday afternoon.
“So I can keep an eye on you,” Clyde answered.
“No