The Wrong Cowboy. Lauri Robinson
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Название: The Wrong Cowboy
Автор: Lauri Robinson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
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The boys looked up at Marie. Stafford noticed that out of the corner of his eyes. The rest of his gaze was locked on hers in a rather steely battle. Her glare didn’t waver, therefore, he narrowed his eyes and gave her a good hard stare.
It took a moment or two, but eventually, with a slow lowering of those long lashes, she glanced toward the two waiting boys. “Stay together and watch for snakes.”
“Yes’um,” they agreed, flying around him.
While Stafford took a moment to breathe—yes, he’d been holding his breath again—Marie sent the other children off toward the wagons with a few gentle words before her glare returned to him.
“That was not necessary,” she seethed between clenched teeth.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “If you’d have thought to gather firewood, I wouldn’t have found it necessary to ask.”
A frown flashed upon her brows. “Thought to gather firewood? Why would I have thought of that?”
“To build a fire?” he asked mockingly.
“For what? It’s still a hundred degrees out. No one’s cold.”
She couldn’t possibly be this dense. “To cook on?” he asked, half wondering if it really was a question.
Pausing, as if gathering her thoughts, she said, “Oh.”
“You do know what that is?” he asked. “Cooking?”
“Yes,” she snapped.
“Then why didn’t you?” he asked as she started walking toward the wagons. Stafford hadn’t completely expected her to cook, yet it seemed to him that most women would have. Catching up to her, he asked, “Why didn’t you prepare supper while we fixed the wagon?”
She stopped and hands on her hips, glared at him again. “Because I am a nursemaid, Mr. Burleson, not a cook.”
He didn’t miss the emphasis she put on his name. “So?”
“So, nursemaids don’t cook.”
Realization clicked inside his head. Maybe luck was on his side. “Don’t or can’t?”
She continued to glare.
“I thought you graduated at the top of your class.”
“I did. Nursemaid classes.”
“And feeding children isn’t part of taking care of them?” He shook his head then, even as another question formed. “Who do you think will be cooking for the children once we arrive at my—M-Mick’s house?”
“The cook, of course.”
Stafford took great pleasure in stating, “Mick doesn’t have a cook.”
Her expression was a cross between shock and horror. “He doesn’t?”
“Nope.” Having hot meals waiting for him at home was just one of the many things Mick proclaimed a wife would do, and knowing that wasn’t about to happen had Stafford’s mood growing more cheerful by the second.
“Who cooks for him?”
“He cooks for himself.” Seeing her frown deepening had Stafford adding, “Once in a while he eats over at my place.”
“Your place?”
He nodded.
“I thought you said—” She stopped to square her shoulders. “Don’t you live with Mick—Mr. Wagner?”
Shoot, he’d forgotten about that. Then he’d been too happy to see her look of shock to explain everything fully. “We live on the same ranch, in different houses.”
Frowning, she said, “Oh,” and then asked, “Who cooks for you?”
The older boys had brought an armload of wood to Jackson, who was busy digging a fire hole, and Stafford started walking that way. “Me.”
Marie was certain her stomach had landed on the ground near her heels. Her entire being sagged near there, too. No cook? That possibility had never occurred to her. Everyone had a cook. Everyone she’d ever worked for, anyway. Miss Wentworth had assured her it would be that way. Nursemaids weren’t expected to cook.
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