Date with a Cowboy: Iron Cowboy / In the Arms of the Rancher / At the Texan's Pleasure. Diana Palmer

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      She finished her dinner and Jared still hadn’t said another word.

      “This was very nice,” she said when she finished her last sip of milk and was pushing the rolling cart away from the bed. “Thanks.” She eased back onto the bed, grimacing as the stitches pulled, and drew old Morris close to her. “He doesn’t move much these days,” she said as she stroked the purring old tomcat. “I’ve never been sure how old he is. I don’t think I want to know.” She looked up at Jared. “I would have told you that he doesn’t like being picked up, if I’d known you planned to bring him over here.”

      “Well, the minute Tony picked him up he started purring.”

      She hid a smile. “I’ll bet animals follow Tony around.”

      He thought of a few women he and Tony had come across in their travels. “It isn’t just animals,” he said thoughtfully.

      She stroked Morris again. “Your lawyer called.”

      He hesitated. “Max?”

      She nodded.

      “What did she want?”

      She was weighing honesty against peace on earth. Peace on earth won. “She just wanted to tell you something. She said she’d call back.”

      He frowned. “Was that all she said?” he asked with visible suspicion. “No comments about your presence here?”

      The blush gave her away.

      “I thought so,” he said. “She’s good at what she does, but she bores easily and she likes new experiences. She can’t resist setting her cap at every presentable male client who comes along. She’s already gone through three husbands and several lovers.”

      Including you? she wondered, but she didn’t dare say it out loud.

      He watched her stroking the cat and it reminded him, for some reason, of his grandmother. “My father’s mother loved cats,” he recalled. “She had six at one time. Then they began to get old and pass on. The last one she had was a yellow tabby, sort of like Morris. When she died, he stopped eating. We tried everything. Nothing worked. He settled down in the sun without moving and died three days later.”

      “And they say animals don’t feel emotion,” she murmured absently.

      “Everything feels. Even plants.”

      She looked up, grinning. “Did you see that show where they put plants in little greenhouses …”

      “… They yelled and praised one group, ignored another group and played classical and rock music to two other groups,” he continued, his green eyes twinkling.

      “And the plants that grew biggest were the ones bombarded with hard rock.”

      He chuckled. “If I thought that would work on hay, I’d have loudspeakers set up in the fields.” He shook his head. ‘First we had drought for a year in Oklahoma, now we’re having floods. The weather is no friend to the rancher this year, either.”

      “Our dry fields could sure use some of your floods,” she agreed.

      The conversation ended. He was tired and half out of humor. She was getting over surgery.

      “You need your rest,” he said.

      “Thanks,” she called after him. “For bringing Morris.”

      “What’s a little blood between friends?” he mused, holding up his scratched hand. “Sleep well.”

      “You, too.”

      But she didn’t sleep well. She had violent dreams, just as she had as a child. There was something about this house, this atmosphere, that reminded her of all she’d lost. Guns shooting. Men yelling. Fires burning. The plane almost crashing. And then her mother’s fury at Grandad, her accusations, her sudden bizarre behavior. The anger and rage in her mother never abated. Sara was left with nobody except Grandad to look after her. Her mother had destroyed herself, in the end. It had started out as a grand adventure with a noble purpose. It ended in bloodshed and death.

      Sara pulled Morris closer to her in the big bed, wiping angrily at the tears. She hated going to sleep. She wondered if there would ever be a night when she’d sleep until morning and there would be no more bad dreams.

      She touched her head where the faint indentation marked the most tragic part of her young life. It was under her thick blond hair, and it didn’t show. But Sara felt it there. It was a constant reminder of how brief life was, and how dangerous. She thought about it when she looked at Tony Danzetta, but she couldn’t understand why.

      Finally, just before dawn she drifted off again. When she woke, late in the morning, it was to the realization that she was still wearing her jeans and the blouse. She’d been too preoccupied even to change into a nightgown.

      She stayed with Jared for two more days. He seemed to be avoiding her. He didn’t have breakfast, lunch or dinner at the table. He was always in his study or out with the cowboys on the ranch. Tony assured her that it was his normal routine, but something in the way Tony said it made her uneasy.

      The fourth day after her surgery, she packed up Morris and her suitcase and asked Jared to let Tony take her home. She wasn’t completely over the surgery, but she was getting around very well. There was some residual soreness, but she was already feeling better.

      Jared didn’t hesitate when she asked to go. It wounded her that he could let her walk away without a qualm. But, then, he was a financially secure man, from all appearances, and she was a poor woman. They’d agreed only to be each other’s support in times of need, not to make the care permanent.

      Sara and Morris settled back into their routine, and she went back to work.

      “At least you look a little better,” Dee commented, noting the dark circles under Sara’s eyes. “I’ll bet you didn’t sleep a lot at Mr. Cameron’s place.”

      “It was sort of awkward,” she admitted. “But I saw a lot more of Tony than I did of Mr. Cameron,” she added.

      “Tony?”

      “The big guy.”

      “Oh,” Dee recalled. “The hit man.”

      Sara chuckled. “He improves on closer acquaintance,” she told her boss. “And Morris let Tony pick him up. He bit Mr. Cameron. Several times.” It felt good, remembering that.

      “I suppose Morris is a pretty good judge of character, then,” Dee said with a grin.

      “Now, now,” Sara chided. “Mr. Cameron took good care of me while I was getting back on my feet.”

      Dee grimaced. “I could have taken you home with me,” she began guiltily.

      “Dee, you have four kids and your mother lives with you and your husband,” Sara replied gently. “You couldn’t possibly take care of one more person. But thank you for offering. СКАЧАТЬ