His Valentine Bride. Cindy Kirk

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      “Not now.” Without shifting his gaze from Betsy, Ryan curved his fingers around her glass of soda.

      He started through the crowd, smiling when someone called out a greeting or slapped him on the shoulder but not slowing his steps. Ryan was almost to Betsy when he saw him.

      Chad Dunlop had been a senior at Jackson Hole High School when Ryan was a sophomore. They’d been on the football team at the same time. Ryan had no use for the man. As a boy, he’d had a mean streak. As a man, there was something about him Ryan didn’t trust.

      From the defiant way she was standing, Betsy didn’t like the guy any more than he did. Even though Chad had given her a glowing letter of recommendation, Ryan wondered if there was more to the story of her departure than a simple downsizing.

      No time like the present to find out. He reached his friend’s little sister at the same time as the attorney.

      “Chad,” Ryan said in a hearty tone. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

      Ryan turned to Betsy and handed her the club soda. “Sorry it took so long.”

      Chad’s gaze turned sharp and assessing. “You’re together?”

      “Betsy and I are old friends,” Ryan said. “I understand she worked for you for a while.”

      For a second, the man’s smooth facade slipped and the bully Ryan remembered from all those years ago stood before him.

      “Yeah, what of it? We had to downsize.” Chad’s pale blue eyes settled on Betsy. “Whatever else she told you is a lie.”

      Anger rolled off Betsy in waves. If looks could kill, Chad would be six feet under.

      “She didn’t tell me anything.” Ryan kept his gaze fixed on the tall blond man. “But sounds as if there’s something to tell.”

      Chad shot Betsy a warning glance, then turned to Ryan. “Lynnette is waiting for me at home. We’re taking the kids over to the grandparents’ tonight.”

      If Chad was trying to convince Ryan he was a committed family man, he might as well have saved his breath. Ryan had seen the way the guy flirted with the waitstaff.

      “Jerk,” Betsy muttered as Chad spun on his heel and walked away.

      “You got that right,” Ryan said.

      Betsy looked surprised. “You know about him?”

      “I know he’s got a wife and kids, but he’s no family man.” Ryan met her gaze. “I don’t know what he did to you.”

      Betsy averted her gaze and took a sip of her club soda. Her hand shook slightly. “Who said he did anything?”

      “You did.” Ryan put a hand on her arm and steered her to a table that a couple had just vacated. It was away from the karaoke stage and far from the three-piece band playing country classics. A quiet spot. Or at least as quiet as it got in Wally’s Place.

      “I did not.”

      “You said, and I quote, ‘You know about him?’”

      “That didn’t mean anything.”

      “It did, but you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to.” Even though Ryan wanted to know what Chad had done to put the anger in her eyes, he was determined not to press. Until he saw tears forming.

      She blinked rapidly and immediately lowered her gaze to her drink, as if hoping he hadn’t noticed.

      But he’d noticed all right. He placed a hand on her arm. “You can trust me.”

      She looked up and met his gaze. Something in the liquid blue depths told Ryan he wasn’t going to like what she had to say.

      “This has to stay here,” she said finally. “Just between us.”

      Ryan nodded. “Understood.”

      “Chad attacked me in the boardroom.”

      “He what?” Ryan shouted. He rose from his seat, but Betsy grabbed his hand and pulled him down.

      “Keep your voice down,” Betsy ordered. “This is between us, not everyone else in the bar.”

      “Tell me,” Ryan demanded. “And don’t leave anything out.”

      Although he’d been in his share of fights, Ryan wasn’t a violent man. But this was his friend’s sister and Keenan was, well, he wasn’t here. Betsy had no one to protect her. No one but him.

      “We were working late on a case.” Betsy’s voice shook slightly.

      Ryan tightened his fingers around the edge of the table. Let her talk, he told himself, don’t interrupt.

      Betsy glanced down at her club soda and took a deep breath. She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. “He made remarks about my—” she paused and chewed on her lower lip, then glanced down at her chest “—breasts. Apparently he likes women who have, uh, who are generously endowed.”

      Ryan wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Everyone in town knew that in looks she’d taken after her Las Vegas showgirl mother. He hadn’t really paid attention to her curvaceous figure—she was Keenan’s sister, for crying out loud—but had no doubt other men had noticed.

      “I told him that kind of talk wasn’t appropriate. That he was my employer.” A bleakness filled her eyes for a second, then disappeared. “He laughed and said if it bothered me, I’d have said something long before then.”

      Ryan chose his words carefully. “Had he made other overtures?”

      Betsy gave a jerky nod. “The first day I started, he made some comment about how my dress flattered my figure. It wasn’t so much what he said as how he said it. I didn’t like the way his gaze lingered on my chest, but I told myself I was simply being overly sensitive.”

      “Then what happened?” Ryan forced a conversational tone at odds with the anger sluicing through his veins.

      “The comments continued, becoming more blatant, more…crude.” Betsy’s eyes took on a distant look. “I started searching for another job, but there was nothing. And he was very careful to be perfectly respectful when we were around other people.”

      “How did you end up alone with him?”

      Thankfully she didn’t appear to take offense at the question. “One of the other attorneys was with us, but she got a call that her child was sick and had to suddenly leave. We were almost through, so I thought it would be okay.”

      “What happened?” Ryan asked through gritted teeth.

      “He started talking about how I wanted it, how I wanted him. I tried to laugh it off, but he was, well, he was acting crazy. He lunged at me, tore my silk blouse. I’m not sure how far he would have taken it. I used one of the СКАЧАТЬ