What The Rancher Wants.... Lucy Monroe

he conduct the interview for a housekeeper and cook?

      Win led her through the entrance hall to another interior hallway that surrounded the courtyard. An intelligent concession to central Oregon’s cold winters, she thought. They went outside through one set of four sliding glass doors placed in the walls of windows that faced the courtyard from the house. She followed him to a large brick patio and couldn’t help but admire the beautifully kept foliage along the way. Small shrubs and patches of grass, broken by stone pathways leading to the house, surrounded a two-tiered cement fountain. “It’s lovely.”

      “Thank you.”

      He moved forward and pulled out a chair from the wrought-iron patio set. She sat down.

      “Want anything to drink?”

      She shook her head. “I’m fine, thanks.”

      He nodded and sat across from her.

      When he didn’t immediately begin asking questions, she decided to ask a few of her own. “Mr Garrison, I’m afraid I have almost no information regarding you and your family. When I called on the ad in the paper and spoke to your housekeeper, she told me little more than that she planned to be gone as of yesterday. Do you have children? Will Mrs Garrison wish to interview me as well?”

      It made her nervous to have to go through a two-interview process for the job of housekeeper, but she would survive. It just meant that much longer before she knew whether or not she had the position. What she really wanted to ask was if there had been a lot of other applicants.

      He leaned back in his chair, his boots scraping on the stone tile. “No.”

      No? No, what? She smiled faintly. “Would you care to expand on that a little?”

      “No kids. No wife. No other interview.”

      She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or worried by that bit of news. “Then perhaps you would like to commence with this one?”

      His eyes narrowed. “You sure you wouldn’t like to do it? You seem to be doing fine so far.”

      Crud. It was the teacher’s instincts coming out again. She would have thought, after all this time out of the classroom, she’d have no problem treating adults differently than the children she used to work with. But then a lot of times patrons at the bar needed the same kind of handling.

      She tried another smile. “Um…okay. We can get the rest of my questions out of the way first. Is this a live-in position?”

      “No.”

      She managed to bite back a sigh of relief. The job of live-in housekeeper to a man as good-looking as the one before her was rife with the potential for gossip. The last thing she wanted was any more gossip. “What are the hours, then?”

      “Rosa worked from seven-thirty to four.”

      Carlene nodded. “What exactly do the duties entail?”

      He frowned and shrugged.

      She stared at him in shock. “You don’t know?”

      “Why do you think I need a housekeeper? It’s the house stuff. I don’t want to have to worry about it. A cleaning service comes in a few times a week. Rosa took care of setting that up.”

      Great. His Spanish-speaking housekeeper had set up the cleaning service…which meant that the maids probably spoke Spanish as well. She could hope they were bilingual because her college French wasn’t going to do her a lot of good here.

      “What else did Rosa do?”

      Win’s frown deepened. “I told you…I’m not sure. I run my ranch and the stables. She ran the house.”

      “And that’s what you want me to do…run the house?”

      He nodded, almost smiling. “Yes.”

      “Did Rosa cook all your meals?”

      “Yes. Both for me and the hands.”

      “Okay.” Now they were getting somewhere.

      “Did she make your bed?” Oh, nuts…why had she asked that? Not that she didn’t need to know, but she really didn’t need to be thinking about bed and this man in the same sentence.

      But Win looked as if he was thinking. “The service only comes in maybe three times a week…my bed is made every night when I climb into it, the towels and such are gone from the bathroom too. Yes…guess she made my bed.”

      “And did the laundry.” Not to mention a pile of domestic stuff that Carlene was quickly coming to realize Win never even thought about.

      Must be nice to be rich enough to leave all those details to someone else.

      “Well, yeah.”

      “It sounds like you want to hire a wife,” she quipped.

      He didn’t smile at her small joke. Instead, his brows drew together in his fiercest frown yet. “The last thing I want is a wife, hired or otherwise. If you’ve got any ideas in that direction, we might as well part company right now.”

      She experienced an odd combination of amusement and anger at his words. Amusement that anyone could be this blunt and anger that he would assume she was angling for such a thing.

      Okay, so she had come to the conclusion that she wanted the husband, the white picket fence and the two point five children playing in the yard after the last decent guy she dated ended up married to someone else. And she wanted that yard well manicured, not full of rusty automobile parts. The guys she met at the Gulch had not been candidates for the “two point five kids and white picket fence” scenario. They were generally interested in one thing and, with her figure, they expected to get it.

      But there was no way that Win Garrison could know about her secret dreams and she certainly hadn’t implied she was auditioning him for the role of husband in them.

      “I’m here to apply for the position of housekeeper, not wife. Furthermore, I’m certainly not interested in marriage to a man who thinks monosyllabic replies pass for communication and rudeness is socially acceptable behavior. Don’t worry. If I were to take the job of your housekeeper, your unmarried status would remain perfectly safe.”

      “Good.” He looked satisfied, her insults seeming to go right over his head. “Then we can finish the interview.”

      She stood up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr Garrison.” That she was using his rudeness as an excuse to get away from a man she was far too attracted to was not a thought she wanted to contemplate at the moment. “Thank you for your time, but I think it’s best if I leave.”

      There had to be another job she could get that would get her out of the Dry Gulch and maybe make her application to teach in the Sunshine Springs school district a little more appealing. Just because this was the first good prospect she’d seen in the two weeks since she started looking, didn’t mean it was the only possibility.

      “Sit down, Carlene, and call me Win.”

      “No, really. I need to go.” She turned to leave.

      But his voice stopped her. “I said sit down.” His tone made the quietly spoken command more intense than shouting could have.

      She turned back to face him.

      He smiled and her stomach dipped and that was so not good. “If you can’t follow one simple direction, we’re going to have a pretty rough working relationship.”

      Frowning, she remained standing. “I don’t think we can have a working relationship at all, Mr Garrison.”

      “Why? Because I sometimes talk in monosyllable?”

      “No. Because you are rude and I don’t work well with rude people.” It was the truth. She’d gotten chewed out more than once at the Dry Gulch for taking a bad-mannered customer to task for their behavior.

      “If