The Rawhide Man. Diana Palmer
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Название: The Rawhide Man
Автор: Diana Palmer
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781474012904
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“That was the summer after Elise died, before I got Katy away from her stepfather. The last summer, too, that you ever spent any length of time at the ranch,” he recalled. “That was when you started avoiding me.”
She felt her cheeks go hot at the memory. She’d felt something that long-ago night that had haunted her ever since. And because it had frightened her, she’d avoided the ranch whenever possible, except for flying visits to see Katy. And the family reunions, of course, which came frequently during the year. Not that they were really family, but because of the partnership of her father and his, she was always included and expected to take part.
“Why did you stay away?” he asked quietly. “We’ve had our disagreements over the years, God knows, but I’ve never hurt you.”
That was true enough. She stared down at her hands, folded in her lap. “I don’t know,” she lied.
He lifted a careless eyebrow. “Were you afraid I’d make a pass?”
She flushed, and he threw back his head and laughed deeply.
“You were fifteen,” he reminded her with a chuckle. “And you had even less to draw a man’s eye than you do now.” His eyes were on her small breasts, and she wanted to dive through the window.
Defensively she folded her arms over her chest and lowered her eye to the floorboard, so embarrassed that she wanted to cry.
“For God’s sake, stop that,” he growled. “You’d appeal to some men, I suppose. You just don’t appeal to me.”
Was that conscience, she wondered numbly? If it was, it didn’t console her much.
“I’ll get down on my knees and give thanks for that small blessing,” she said coldly.
“You’re the one with the small blessings, all right,” he murmured wickedly.
She half turned in the seat to glare at him, and he chuckled at her fury.
“God, you’re something when you get mad,” he said with rare mischief. “All dark eyes and wild hair and teeth and claws. It sure as hell beats that so-elegant coolness you wear around you most of the time.”
She regained her composure with an effort and stared at him calmly. “My mother raised me to be a lady,” she told him.
“You’re that,” he agreed coldly. “But you’d be a hell of a lot more exciting if she’d raised you to be a woman, instead.”
There was no reply to a blatant remark like that, so she turned her attention back to the darkened landscape and ignored him. Which seemed to be exactly what he wanted.
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