No Ordinary Cowboy. Mary Sullivan

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СКАЧАТЬ much of her body as he could see above the table. Her lovely chest rose and fell with her breathing. She wasn’t a large woman, nor was she too thin. She was just about right.

      Hank finished two servings of Hannah’s apple cobbler. Then, while the children lingered over dessert with Willie and the counselors, he asked Amy if she would join him in the living room.

      He led her across the hall to the far end of the room and gestured toward one of the two maroon sofas. He sat in an armchair across from her.

      “Listen,” he started. “There’s been a mistake.”

      She frowned. Quizzically. Great word.

      “I don’t know what kind of letter Leila got from the bank,” he continued, “but there isn’t a problem here.”

      “There must be something wrong or the bank wouldn’t have sent a letter.”

      “Did you see it?” Hank asked. “Do you know what it said?”

      “No, Leila called me from Seattle. Her boss sent her there this morning to handle a business emergency. She expressed grave concern about the state of the finances here.”

      “I called the bank this morning,” he said, raising his arms and linking his fingers behind his head.

      Her gaze dropped to his chest. “What did they say?” she asked.

      “That nothing was wrong,” he answered. “They didn’t send Leila a letter.”

      Amy’s gaze returned to his face. “But I know Leila received a letter.”

      “I guess you’d better head back to the city and take it up with her.”

      She looked at his chest again and he realized his shirt was stretched real tight across his pecs. She was staring. Made him feel warm. Self-conscious. He wasn’t used to women looking at him like that. She wasn’t thinking about money and banks. She was thinking about him and his chest. He lowered his hands to the arms of the chair.

      She relaxed against the back of the sofa as if a string stretched tautly from him to her had let go. “I’ve told her I intend to check things out here, and I will,” she said.

      “But there’s no need,” he insisted, his pulse picking up.

      “In this situation, as the owner of the ranch, Leila is my boss, and I answer to her.” Her voice was quiet, but there was no denying her determination.

      There it was, the bald truth he hated so much—that Leila could do whatever she wanted with his ranch, with or without his cooperation. He curled his fingers into his palms.

      “What are you looking for?” he asked, unable to hide the belligerence in his tone. He’d been raised better than to treat a guest badly, but his heart rate was shooting through the stratosphere. Leila had been desperate enough to send a stranger here to look at the books. That could only presage bad news.

      Presage. He liked that word.

      Hank flexed his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

      “I’ll look for evidence of neglect—” She hesitated, her manner cool now, then said, “Willful misuse of funds.”

      She couldn’t possibly find out, could she?

      Mice with sharp claws skittered up Hank’s spine, accompanied by foreboding.

      Naw, he’d called the bank himself. Things were fine.

      “Best-case scenario,” she said, “I’ll make recommendations on how to maximize your income and minimize your expenses.”

      Hank’s throat burned. His pride ached. It had suffered when Dad had willed the ranch to Leila. Now here it was again, rearing its godforsaken head.

      “Worst-case scenario?” Hank asked, his voice even rougher than earlier.

      “We can discuss those options after I look at the books.”

      Buzzing hummed in Hank’s ears. He shook his head, but it only grew louder.

      He couldn’t stop. He needed to know. Now.

      “Tell me,” he insisted, grinding it out between clenched teeth while panic rose like bile into his throat. This was what he’d always feared, wasn’t it? That he would screw up so badly he would lose everything that mattered to him.

      “If we have to,” Amy whispered, “we would sell the ranch.”

      The pronouncement bounced from the walls. It shot through the buzzing in his ears.

      Hank sat in the eerie silence that followed and felt his heart fall through his body to the floor.

      Sell the ranch.

      The very worst the world could dish out.

      But things weren’t that bad. Why would Leila and this woman think they could be?

      Anger blazed through him, and the buzzing returned with a roar.

      “Come again?” Hank yelled at the pale woman on the sofa.

      The knuckles of Amy’s clenched hands turned white in her lap. “Leila is afraid that selling the ranch might be the only option.”

      “You can’t—” His jaw tightened. “You wouldn’t—”

      “I’m just preparing you for the worst.” Amy’s voice was gentle again, but it tore through Hank’s skin. Like thistle-down coating barbed wire, it did nothing to ease his pain.

      “But things aren’t that bad. Donna at the bank would have warned me,” Hank insisted, his heart pounding his ribs.

      “Because of the letter Leila received, she seems to think they are. We have to consider all options.”

      Hank couldn’t figure out what was going on here. He’d been so careful.

      Leila was making a mistake. This woman shouldn’t be here, talking about worst-case scenarios. He surged out of his chair.

      No, he refused to accept this.

      Hank pointed a finger Amy’s way and raised his voice. “Maybe where you come from, people consider all options, but in these parts, we don’t consider options we don’t believe in.” The pain of his unruly emotions, and his shame, and his fear of his own incompetence built in his chest. “We work hard to keep what’s ours.”

      He towered over her and, for the briefest moment, she shrank against the back of the couch.

      Then, her green eyes glittered with defiance, like she was building her own head of steam, and she sat up straight. One cheek turned pink, only one, fascinating him. It was the damnedest thing to watch that cheek turn even redder, while the other stayed pale. Peculiar. Another of those words he loved.

      Forget the damn words you love!

      She was casting a spell over him. Was this how she worked? СКАЧАТЬ