Lies And Lullabies: Courting the Cowboy Boss. Yvonne Lindsay

know selling would be a big mistake.” He was threatening her. Manipulating her. Classic addict behavior.

      Harold shrugged. “That’s your opinion. I gotta go. See you later.”

      Before she could react, he disappeared. Moments later she heard the front door slam.

      She sank into a kitchen chair and buried her face in her hands. If she had stayed at Case’s house, she could have avoided her father tonight.

      Scarcely five minutes had passed when her doorbell rang again. Damn it. If Harold had come back, she was going to have a little hissy fit. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up, grabbing a paper napkin to use as a makeshift tissue.

      Rarely did she let her father get to her. But as she blew her nose, she conceded inwardly that his barbs had hit the mark. He was often a mean drunk, and tonight was no exception.

      It was a distinct relief to find Amanda Battle on the other side of the door. “Come in,” Mellie said.

      “I won’t stay long. I know it’s late.” Amanda slipped past her, shivering dramatically. “What happened to the warm days?” The sheriff’s wife was tall and slim and full of energy.

      “We’re headed toward the holidays. It was bound to happen. What’s up, Amanda? I doubt you came to see me for a discussion about the weather.”

      Amanda chuckled. “The guys are playing poker at our house. I had to get out of there for a few minutes. Besides, I need a firsthand report. Nathan called Case a little while ago to see how he’s doing, but you know how men are. Case said he was fine.”

      “You don’t believe him?”

      “Parker told us Case was in bad shape. He said if you hadn’t shown up at the ranch to clean yesterday and found Case, he might have ended up in the hospital.”

      “Well, I don’t know about that. I’m glad I happened to be there. I did take dinner to him this evening. He was grumpy but overall seemed somewhat better.” Better enough to flirt, anyway. Not that she was about to tell Amanda that.

      “You’re definitely a Good Samaritan. But don’t worry. Several of his friends and their wives and girlfriends have put together a meal schedule. We won’t let him starve. You’re off the hook with a clear conscience. And Parker is going to keep tabs on Case’s flu symptoms.”

      “That’s great.”

      Mellie knew Amanda didn’t mean to sound dismissive...or as if she were kicking Mellie to the curb. Even so, the unintentional message was clear. Mellie was not part of that tight-knit circle of friends. It was ridiculous to let her feelings be bruised. Maybe because she had recently gone several rounds with her father, she was feeling fragile.

      Amanda glanced at her watch and sighed. “I’d better get back. I promised Nathan I’d throw together some nachos.”

      Mellie raised an eyebrow. “At this hour?”

      “When this crew convenes, they like to pretend they’re all eighteen again.”

      “You wouldn’t have it any other way. I hear it in your voice.”

      Amanda shrugged, her expression sheepish. “Yeah. You know me—I love to cook for people. And these guys work so hard it’s fun to see them unwind.”

      “Nathan is lucky to have you.”

      Amanda’s grin was smug. “Yes, he is.”

      Mellie walked her friend outside, feeling unmistakably envious of Amanda’s good fortune. What would it be like to be loved in such a way that you knew the other person would never let you down or disappoint you, at least not in any significant way?

      Ila Winslow had been that person for Mellie. But once she was gone, Mellie had been forced to face a few cold, hard truths. Love, true love, whether familial or romantic, was rare and wonderful.

      * * *

      The next day dawned bright and sunny, which seemed a shame given Mellie’s mood. She would have much preferred gray and gloomy so she could blame her low spirits on something other than the fact she was not going to see Case Baxter today.

      She attended church and brunch with a friend, then popped by the gym for her regular yoga class. In the locker room afterward as she showered, washed her hair and changed, she felt much better. Case was a blip on her radar. No need to get all hot and bothered about a guy who wasn’t even her type.

      Yeah, right. Her sarcastic inner woman-child sassed her.

      As was her custom, Mellie had left her cell phone in the car. No one ever needed her on Sunday, and she always relaxed more knowing that she was unplugged from the electronic world, even if only for an hour and a half.

      It was a shock to return to her vehicle in the parking lot and find that her cell phone had exploded with texts.

      My cleaning lady has gone missing.

      Twenty minutes after that: I pay double time on Sundays. Are you interested?

      Mellie stared at the screen. Interested in what? The shiver that snaked down her spine had less to do with cold air hitting her damp hair than it did the prospect of deliberately placing herself beneath Case’s roof during nonbusiness hours.

      Then a third text: You’ve already been exposed. Why not keep me company?

      Why not, indeed? She slid into the driver’s seat, uncertain how to answer. She decided to go with bland and professional and see what happened. I don’t work on Sundays, she texted. Hope you’re feeling better. I thought I would stay out of your way for now. Once you’re well, I can pick up where I left off.

      She made it a habit not to text and drive, so on the way home she ignored the series of dings indicating she had new messages. It wasn’t until she pulled into her garage that she let herself read Case’s responses...one right after another.

      I don’t give a damn right now if my house is clean and organized.

      I’m bored.

      Give a guy a break.

      How humiliating was it that her hands shook as she used her phone? Case was telling the truth. He was bored, and he thought Mellie was available. She should ignore him...pretend her cell was turned off...or invent a very important function she simply couldn’t miss.

      Gnawing her lip, she walked a fine line between cordial and suggestive. You sound grumpy.

      Of course I’m grumpy, he shot back. I’m in solitary confinement.

      You probably deserve it. Oops. That definitely sounded flirtatious. JK, she added rapidly.

      Her phone stayed silent for a full two minutes. She’d offended him. Yikes.

      Finally, he wrote back.

      Please come see me, Mellie. I’ll be on my best behavior. And you don’t need to cook for me. I’ve got enough food here to feed an army regiment.

      Well, shoot. She was a strong person, but not strong enough to say no to something she really wanted. She tapped the screen.

      Okay...give me an hour. Do you need me to bring anything?

      Just you.

      As a woman, she was generally low maintenance. An hour should have been enough time to get ready and drive out to the ranch. But she dithered over what to wear. Finally, she chose a charcoal-gray wool skirt with knee-high black leather boots and a scoop-necked black sweater with a gray chevron pattern across the chest. Silver hoop earrings and a silver necklace with a key charm completed her look.

      The outfit was probably too dressy. But she could always let him think she had worn this to church. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head. Never pretend to be something you’re not, Mellie. Tell the truth, even if it hurts.

      Mellie stared in the mirror, tucking a stray fiery strand behind her ear.