Matt Caldwell: Texas Tycoon. Diana Palmer

the tragedy that separated them. Now, even with Leslie’s job and the good salary she made, it still meant budgeting to the bone so that she could afford even a taxi to work and pay rent on the small apartment where she lived. There wasn’t much left over for travel. She envied Matt being able to get on a plane—his own private jet, in fact—and go anywhere in the world he liked. It was a glimpse inside a world she’d never know.

      “I guess he goes out a lot,” she murmured once when Ed had told her that his cousin was away in New York for a cattlemen’s banquet.

      “With women?” Ed chuckled. “He beats them off with a stick. Matt’s one of the most hunted bachelors in south Texas, but he never seems to get serious about any one woman. They’re just accessories to him, pretty things to take on the town. You know,” he added with a faint smile, “I don’t think he really likes women very much. He was kind to a couple of local girls who needed a shoulder to cry on, but that was as far as it went, and they weren’t the sort of women to chase him. He’s like this because he had a rough time as a child.”

      “How?” she asked.

      “His mother gave him away when he was six.”

      Her intake of breath was audible. “Why?”

      “She had a new boyfriend who didn’t like kids,” he said bluntly. “He wouldn’t take Matt, so she gave him to my dad. He was raised with me. That’s why we’re so close.”

      “What about his father?” she asked.

      “We…don’t talk about his father.”

      “Ed!”

      He grimaced. “This can’t go any further,” he said.

      “Okay.”

      “We don’t think his mother knew who his father was,” he confided. “There were so many men in her life around that time.”

      “But her husband…”

      “What husband?” he asked.

      She averted her eyes. “Sorry. I assumed that she was married.”

      “Not Beth,” he mused. “She didn’t want ties. She didn’t want Matt, but her parents had a screaming fit when she mentioned an abortion. They wanted him terribly, planned for him, made room for him in their house, took Beth and him in the minute he was born.”

      “But you said your father raised him.”

      “Matt has had a pretty bad break all around. Our grandparents were killed in a car wreck, and then just a few months later, their house burned down,” he added. “There was some gossip that it was intentional to collect on insurance, but nothing was ever proven. Matt was outside with Beth, in the yard, early that morning when it happened. She’d taken him out to see the roses, a pretty strange and unusual thing for her. Lucky for Matt, though, because he’d have been in the house, and would have died. The insurance settlement was enough for Beth to treat herself to some new clothes and a car. She left Matt with my dad and took off with the first man who came along.” His eyes were full of remembered outrage on Matt’s behalf. “Grandfather left a few shares of stock in a ranch to him, along with a small trust that couldn’t be touched until Matt was twenty-one. That’s the only thing that kept Beth from getting her hands on it. When he inherited it, he seemed to have an instinct for making money. He never looked back.”

      “What happened to his mother?” she asked.

      “We heard that she died a few years ago. Matt never speaks of her.”

      “Poor little boy,” she said aloud.

      “Don’t make that mistake,” he said at once. “Matt doesn’t need pity.”

      “I guess not. But it’s a shame that he had to grow up so alone.”

      “You’d know about that.”

      She smiled sadly. “I guess so. My dad died years ago. Mama supported us the best way she could. She wasn’t very intelligent, but she was pretty. She used what she had.” Her eyes were briefly haunted. “I haven’t gotten over what she did. Isn’t it horrible, that in a few seconds you can destroy your own life and several other peoples’ like that? And what was it all for? Jealousy, when there wasn’t even a reason for it. He didn’t care about me—he just wanted to have a good time with an innocent girl, him and his drunk friends.” She shivered at the memory. “Mama thought she loved him. But that jealous rage didn’t get him back. He died.”

      “I agree that she shouldn’t have shot him, but it’s hard to defend what he and his friends were doing to you at the time, Leslie.”

      She nodded. “I know,” she said simply. “Sometimes kids get the short end of the stick, and it’s up to them to do better with their future.”

      All the same, she wished that she’d had a normal upbringing, like so many other kids had.

      After their conversation, she felt sorry for Matt Caldwell and wished that they’d started off better. She shouldn’t have overreacted. But it was curious that he’d been so offensive to her, when Ed said that he was the soul of courtesy around women. Perhaps he’d just had a bad day.

      Later in the week, Matt was back, and Leslie began to realize how much trouble she’d landed herself in from their first encounter.

      He walked into Ed’s office while Ed was out at a meeting, and the ice in his eyes didn’t begin to melt as he watched Leslie typing away at the computer. She hadn’t seen him, and he studied her with profound, if prejudiced, curiosity. She was thin and not much above average height, with short blond hair that curled toward her face. Nice skin, but she was much too pale. He remembered her eyes most of all, wide and full of distaste as he came close. It amazed him that there was a woman on the planet who could find his money repulsive, even if he didn’t appeal to her himself. It was new and unpleasant to discover a woman who didn’t want him. He’d never been repulsed by a woman in his life. It left him feeling inadequate. Worse, it brought back memories of the woman who’d rejected him, who’d given him away at the age of six because she didn’t want him.

      She felt his eyes on her and lifted her head. Gray eyes widened and stared as her hands remained suspended just over the black keyboard.

      He was wearing a vested gray suit. It looked very expensive, and his eyes were dark and cutting. He had a cigar in his hand, but it wasn’t lit. She hoped he wasn’t going to try to smoke it in the confined space, because she was allergic to tobacco smoke.

      “So you’re Ed’s,” he murmured in that deep, cutting tone.

      “Ed’s assistant,” she agreed. “Mr. Caldwell…”

      “What did you do to land the job?” he continued with a faintly mocking smile. “And how often?”

      She wasn’t getting what he implied. She blinked, still staring. “I beg your pardon?”

      “Why did Ed bring you in here above ten other more qualified applicants?” he persisted.

      “Oh, that.” She hesitated. She couldn’t tell him the real reason, so she told him enough of the truth to distract him. “I have the equivalent of an associate in arts degree in business and I worked as a paralegal for his father for four years in a law office,” she said. “I might not have the bachelor’s degree that was preferred, but I have experience. Or so Ed assured me,” she added, looking worried.

      “Why didn’t you finish college?” he persisted.

      She swallowed. “I had…some personal problems at the time.”

      “You still have some personal problems, Miss Murry,” he replied lazily, but his eyes were cold and alert in a lean, hard face. “You can put me at the top of the list. I had other plans for the position you’re holding. So you’d better be as good as Ed says you are.”

      “I’ll give value for money, Mr. Caldwell,” she assured him. “I work for my living. I