Wed To The Montana Cowboy. Carol Arens

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Название Wed To The Montana Cowboy
Автор произведения Carol Arens
Жанр Историческая литература
Серия Mills & Boon Historical
Издательство Историческая литература
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781474006026



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mistake.

      “I didn’t know that was an offense.”

      “I offered you money and you took it.”

      “And why not. I don’t mend shirts for free...and by the saints, I’d like my dollar back since your addled state of mind is not my fault after all.”

      “So when you wanted to take off my shirt, it was to mend it?”

      It’s a damn good thing he hadn’t acted on the urgings of his body and stripped off his shirt and everything else.

      “Why else would I have asked—? Oh, my glory... You thought— I can’t even say it out loud. I only meant to mend your rip.”

      Her face was as red as his felt.

      “So—” once more, she pinned the needle to her collar “—you are not a lunatic?”

      “And you are not—?” Clearly, she was not. He was an idiot to have assumed so in the first place. “In danger of catching some fatal disease?”

      “Not in that way, by the saints.”

      With nothing left to say that did not make him sound a bigger fool than he was, he stood looking down, but not too far down, at her, silent as a stone.

      He had to look like a big lump of stupid. No whore that he had ever treated, regardless of her age, had ever looked luminous. He should have seen the truth from the beginning.

      All at once the seamstress’s lips twitched at the corners. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, then let it drop while she let out a full, joyous-sounding laugh.

      He braced his hands on his knees, bent at the waist and laughed along with her. It felt good to laugh so freely. He couldn’t recall the last time he had done that.

      “So,” he said when he caught his breath, “I well and truly apologize for assuming the worst of you. Please forgive me.”

      “It only makes us even when you think about it.” She dabbed a tear from the corner of one eye. “I assumed that you were a ruffian out to do me and Mike harm. I truly apologize to you, as well.”

      He extended his hand and she took it. The shake of truce was slower and more intimate than it might have been, because her hand met his, dainty, sweet...and not swallowed whole.

      That was something... So different from how Eloise’s hand had ever felt. Eloise had been delicate, like a pretty porcelain cup that he had to be careful not to chip. Even if his fiancée hadn’t walked out, she would never have fit in the life he lived now.

      For all that this woman was tall and, he thought, fit of frame, a woman was a woman and this land was hard.

      Unbidden, thoughts of courting her flitted across his mind. He dashed them out quick.

      Hell, he might fantasize until Kingdom Come and it wouldn’t matter. A wife was someone who would need protecting and that was one big responsibility that he didn’t want.

      But there it came again, a vision of her and him, as irritating as a fly buzzing about the head. Mentally, he swatted at it, but it stuck to him. What might he do if things were different? He couldn’t help but imagine.

      He would spend some time getting to know this lady, work up to giving her a kiss.

      He shook his head. Things were what they were.

      “I can’t help but wonder, knowing what I do now, what you were doing out here with Mike.”

      “Oh, that.” Her expression sobered. “I hired him to take me to my grandfather’s ranch. I’m in a bit of a morass now, I suppose.”

      “Who is your grandfather?” Maybe he knew the man and could be of help.

      “Hershal Moreland, of Moreland Ranch.” She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe you know a guide who would be willing to take me there for four...oh, all right, three dollars.”

      Well, hell if it hadn’t felt like the earth had swallowed him whole.

      Here was the mysterious, and in his mind selfish, granddaughter, come at last. He had long doubted that she would. What was she after, was what he wanted to know.

      The old man’s land, maybe. Or had the mayor of Coulson somehow discovered her existence and convinced her to come and persuade Moreland to sell his trees? Was the money that Mike took perhaps payment from Smothers?

      If so, she would be one sorry young woman. As long as Lantree had a breath in him, she would not cheat her grandfather out of his ranch or sell the trees that Catherine Moreland had so loved.

      Hell and double damn. Why couldn’t Miss Moreland have simply been a whore?

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