Rawhide and Lace. Diana Palmer
Читать онлайн.| Название | Rawhide and Lace |
|---|---|
| Автор произведения | Diana Palmer |
| Жанр | Эротическая литература |
| Серия | Mills & Boon M&B |
| Издательство | Эротическая литература |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781474012843 |
When Erin left Ty Wade so long ago, she’d vowed never to return. Because of him she’d wrecked her car, her career, and lost his baby. Once a famous model clad in silk and lace, Erin could hardly face the task of mending the tattered pieces of her life. And now Ty wanted her back. Without her, jobs would be lost. The future of the Staghorn Ranch depended on her return. Erin cared deeply for the devoted staff of his ranch. But how could she face the man she most hated—the man with a heart of stone and a will as tough as rawhide?
Also by Diana Palmer
Man of the Hour
Trilby
Lawman
Lacy
Heart of Winter
Outsider
Night Fever
Before Sunrise
Lawless
Diamond Spur
Desperado
The Texas Ranger
Lord of the Desert
The Cowboy and the Lady
Most Wanted
Fit for a King
Paper Rose
Rage of Passion
Once in Paris
After the Music
Roomful of Roses
Champagne Girl
Passion Flower
Diamond Girl
Friends and Lovers
Cattleman’s Choice
Lady Love
The Rawhide Man
Her Kind of Hero
Rawhide and Lace
Diana Palmer
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Contents
Chapter One
The hospital emergency room was full of people, but the tall man never saw the crying children and listless adults who covered the waiting area. He was disheveled, because he’d dragged on jeans and the first shirt that had come to hand and hadn’t taken time to shave or even comb his thick, straight black hair.
He stopped at the clerk’s desk, his expression enough to get her immediate attention. He looked rough and not in the mood for red tape—his face cold and hard, and very nearly homely.
“Yes, sir?” she asked politely.
“The sheriff’s office said my brother was brought here. His name is Bruce Wade,” he said, with barely controlled impatience, his voice deep and cutting, his silver eyes piercing and level.
“He was taken to surgery,” the clerk said after a minute. “Dr. Lawson admitted him. Just a moment, please.”
She picked up the phone, pressed a button and mumbled something.
Tyson Wade paced the small corridor restlessly, his shepherd’s coat making him look even taller than he was, the creamy softness of his Stetson a direct contrast to a face that looked like leather and sharp rock. Things had been so normal just minutes before. He’d been working on the books, thinking about selling off some culls from among his purebred Santa Gertrudis breeding herd, when the phone had rung. And all of a sudden, his life had changed. Bruce had to be all right. Ty had waited too long to make peace with the younger brother he hardly knew, but surely there was still time. There had to be time!
A green-uniformed man walked into the waiting area, removing his mask and cap as he walked toward the taller man.
“Mr. Wade?” he asked politely.
Ty moved forward quickly. “How’s my brother?” he asked brusquely.
The doctor started to speak. Then he turned, drawing Ty down the white corridor and into a small unoccupied examination room.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor said then, gently. “There was too much internal damage. We lost him.”
Ty didn’t flinch. He’d had years of practice at hiding pain, at keeping his deeper feelings under control. A man who looked like he did couldn’t afford the luxury of letting them show. He just stood there, unmoving, studying the doctor’s round face while he tried to cope with the knowledge that he’d never see his brother again; that he was totally alone now. He had no one. “Was it quick?” he asked finally.
The doctor nodded.