Taming The Lone Wolf. Joan Johnston
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Название: Taming The Lone Wolf
Автор: Joan Johnston
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
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Tess sighed. “I’m only a month behind on the rent.”
“You had to give up your phone two months ago. And I didn’t see much in the cupboards to eat. How the hell you two have managed to make it this far, I’ll never know.”
Tess felt the anger rising and struggled to control it. Rose hadn’t learned her redheaded temper; she had inherited it from her mother.
“I’d like to know what your plans are now that you’ve been fired,” Stony said.
“I don’t see how my future plans are any of your business,” Tess retorted. “I’m sure I’ll find something—”
“You can work for me.” Stony interrupted her.
Tess was speechless. “Doing what?” she managed to say at last.
He made a broad gesture around the bedroom. “I could use a housekeeper, and I know you can cook. I couldn’t pay much, but I could give you free room and board. It would give you somewhere to stay and food in your mouths, at least until your wrist is healed.”
Tess took a second look around the room. This time she noticed the layer of dust on the wardrobe, the stack of dirty, rumpled shirts on the rocker, the horse magazines strewn across the floor, the empty beer can on the chest. It was clear the man could use a housekeeper. But if he had really wanted one, he could have hired one long ago.
Her gaze shifted back to Stony’s face. “Why are you willing to do this for me?”
He frowned and rubbed his thumb along his lower lip. “I don’t have any designs on you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
She flushed. Because the thought had occurred to her. “I never—”
“Don’t bother lying again. You’ve been itching to get out of here ever since you woke up.”
She heard the irritation in his voice. His thumb never stopped that lazy trail from one side of his mouth to the other. She felt a surprising curl of desire in her belly and jerked her gaze away from his mouth back to his eyes. That was no better. They were dark and fierce and feral. They made her feel hunted. She lowered her lashes to hide from him but felt her body quiver in anticipation of the need to fight or to flee.
“The way I figure it, I owe you a job,” he continued, apparently unaware of her agitation. “I’m the one who got you fired—even if you should have quit a long time ago.”
“And worked where?” she demanded, incensed at the implied criticism. “There aren’t too many waitress jobs in Pinedale.”
“Couldn’t you do something else?”
Her anger died, consumed by frustration at her lack of education. She had a high school equivalency degree, but she had believed that was all she would ever need. She had never considered the necessity of any further formal education because she had been perfectly happy being a wife and mother. She had been very good at her chosen profession.
“I had a job I was happy with, until it was taken away from me.”
“Well, there you go. What was it?”
“Housewife.”
She saw the stricken look on Stony’s face and realized she shouldn’t take out her bitterness over Charlie’s death against him. “I’m sorry. Ever since Charlie got himself killed, I—” She took a shuddering breath. She wasn’t used to speaking aloud about Charlie, and the sudden lump in her throat surprised her. She had believed she had come to terms with Charlie’s untimely death. Apparently not.
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