Her Tycoon to Tame. Emilie Rose

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      “That remains to be seen.” Wyatt was beginning to wish he’d chosen one of the other dozen properties the real estate agent had presented. But as wise as that option now appeared, none of those farms had fit Sam’s descriptions and all would have required Wyatt’s input as a manager. Input he didn’t have the time or inclination to give.

      When Sam reminisced about the Kentucky thoroughbred farm he’d once owned, he sounded so lucid Wyatt could almost forget his stepfather was fading away right before his eyes. Sutherland Farm resembled Sam’s old farm more than any of the other properties, and Sam deserved to be comfortable, happy and, most importantly, safe for however long he had left. He would be here. Wyatt would make damned sure of it.

      And he had no intention of letting Hannah Sutherland prevent him from repaying the debt he owed to the man who’d been a better parent to him than his own flesh and blood.

      “Just watch your step, doc. Your father may have indulged you, but I won’t. You’ll earn your keep if you want to remain employed here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have files to review and you need to get back to work.”

      Exhausted, Hannah plodded down the driveway toward her cottage, a hot bubble bath and a glass of wine.

      One of her rescue mares kept pace beside her on the opposite side of the white board fence. Hannah found the horse’s undemanding company soothing. Unlike people, who were easily disappointed, horses never expected too much.

      It had been a tough week. Since her world crashed she’d been juggling her usual duties plus the new ones thrust unexpectedly on her. The staff had turned to her for answers—answers she didn’t have.

      The mood in the barns grew more oppressive, like an impending summer storm, with each day that Wyatt Jacobs failed to make an appearance. Usually affable employees were on edge and snapping at each other. Even the horses had picked up on the bad vibes and been harder to handle than usual. Hannah wished Jacobs would show up just to break the tension. Not that she wanted to see him again.

      The phone on her hip vibrated. The digital display read private caller. Could be a client or, if she was lucky, a wrong number. She didn’t have the energy to deal with another crisis or panicking coworker.

      She hit the answer button. “Hannah Sutherland.”

      “Wyatt Jacobs. Come to my office in the house. Now.”

      Click.

      Her feet stuck to the pavement as if she’d stepped in fresh tar. She scowled at the now silent phone then she looked across the lawn toward the main house. A light glowed in her father’s—Wyatt Jacobs’s—study.

      The usurper had arrived. And he’d hung up on her. The rude, inconsiderate jerk. Anger charged through her system, riding on the back of a burst of adrenaline. How dare he demand an appointment this late in the evening?

      She considered calling back and telling him she was off the clock and she’d see him tomorrow. But according to the clause in her new contract, which Brinkley had pointed out, she couldn’t refuse the boss’s summons without jeopardizing her job.

      She glanced at her stained clothing. If she were truly interested in making a good impression, she’d clean up first.

      She wasn’t.

      She’d done an internet search on Jacobs and found nothing linking him to horses in any way. Why had he bought the farm?

      Was he one of those new-money guys who thought owning a horse farm would be trendy and fun? If so, he wouldn’t have a clue how much work, money and commitment were involved in a stable the size of Sutherland. If she had to teach him herself, he’d learn, and if she smelled like sweat and horses and other unpleasant stuff, she’d only be furthering his education.

      As much as she hated going into the meeting at a messy disadvantage, he’d have to deal with her dirt. “Welcome to the horse business, Wyatt Jacobs.”

      Energized by resentment and determination Hannah marched across the lawn and up to the kitchen door. A sideways glance down the patio brought her hand to a halt inches shy of the knob.

      An unfamiliar rectangular teak table and chairs occupied the space once graced by elegant glass-topped wrought iron furniture and classic urns overflowing with spring flowers. The sight drove home the reality that this wasn’t her father’s house anymore, and she didn’t have the right to casually enter through the kitchen and feast on Nellie’s delicious cooking.

      Ten yards away the patio door leading to the office opened, and Wyatt Jacobs’s tall, broad-shouldered frame filled the gap. His dark gaze pinned her like a thumbtack stabbing into a bulletin board.

      “Come in, doc.” He gestured with a sharp beckoning motion of his hand—the same way he would order a dog.

      Her hackles rose. Everything about him made her want to snarl and growl and that surprised her. Who was this strange woman with the bad attitude who had taken over her body? It certainly wasn’t her. She preferred gracious smiles, gentle persuasion and Southern charm. Kill ‘em with kindness, Nellie had always said, and the strategy had worked for Hannah thus far.

      Wyatt Jacobs brought out her witchy side. Her churning stomach warned her to handle this encounter with care. Jacobs, the one man she didn’t know and didn’t care to know, held her future and that of her horses and the rest of the staff in his hands. Being cooperative was imperative.

      She’d be damned if she’d let him know how afraid she was of losing everything.

      “I’d rather talk out here.” Even though she delivered the words with a civil smile, Hannah Sutherland bristled with visible animosity. She pointed to her dust-covered black low-heeled boots. “Since I wasn’t expecting your call this late in the day, I’ve brought barn with me.”

      Her boots weren’t all that was dirty. He noted the smudge filling the hollow beneath one high cheekbone, then a stain on her white Sutherland Farm logo polo shirt drew his eyes to the curve of her breasts. Another dirty streak on her khaki pants ran down the inside of her lean, taut thigh. Her current garb was a far cry from the designer duds she’d been wearing the day they’d met, but she still wore the pricey watch and ice-cube-size earrings.

      He caught a subtle whiff of the stables on the breeze. But along with the smell of horses, wood shavings and hay another scent—something feminine and alluring like expensive French perfume—snagged his attention. His heart inexplicably and annoyingly pumped faster.

      He’d studied her résumé and bio the way he would a blueprint, searching for flaws and weaknesses, and he’d found nothing to like in her privileged, worry-free upbringing. She’d apparently been given everything she’d ever wanted on a silver platter.

      “Other than your years at college you’ve never lived away from dear old dad or his checkbook, have you?”

      Her slender frame stiffened and her smile faltered. “No.”

      “You never held a job, before waltzing into this one.”

      “I didn’t waltz in. I earned my degree. And I gained experience by volunteering at the university’s stables. I wasn’t on the СКАЧАТЬ