Montana Standoff. Nadia Nichols

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СКАЧАТЬ and I wasn’t looking for anything more serious than that. At least, not until yesterday.”

      “Okay, so John’s history. That’s a relief. You got stung by a bee and met an incredible man at the same moment, and you’re thinking you may have just experienced love at first sight. Am I right?” Dani’s voice was as cynical as her expression.

      Molly sat back in her chair, exasperated. “Are you going to help me or not?”

      “Are you going to tell me the whole story from the beginning?”

      Molly did, speaking bluntly and not sparing herself in the least. “So you see,” she concluded, “I had no idea that Steven was the attorney representing the citizens of Moose Horn, and I made a complete idiot of myself in front of him…and in front of everyone else, too, for that matter.”

      “Moose Horn?” Dani raised her drink for a taste and grimaced. “Uck. What on earth did you tell the bartender to put in this concoction?”

      “Skelton will probably fire me after this.”

      “It isn’t your fault that Tom gave you the wrong file. What a rotten thing for him to do! I warned you about that guy, too, remember?” As Dani spoke, she held her glass up to the light to study the contents. “He used to work with the Downing firm, but they dismissed him after several clerks complained of sexual harassment.”

      “He’s asked me out a couple of times,” Molly admitted. “I think giving me the wrong file was his way of getting back at me for not saying yes.”

      “Slimy creep,” Dani said, trying another sip, making another face. “He’s the one who should be fired.”

      “Actually, he’s being transferred, but I really don’t want to talk about Tom.”

      “No, of course not. You want to talk about the wonderful man you met last night. Steven. Continue. You made an idiot of yourself, and then what happened?” Dani looked around again and waved to the waiter. “I’ll have my usual,” she called across the small room. “The avocado, vegetable and sprouts wrap, no mayo.” The waiter waved back, acknowledging the order from across the small room.

      “He rescued me from the hostile citizens after the meeting and gave me a ride to his place…”

      “Hold on. Do I really need to hear how he had his way with you on your first unofficial date?”

      “…because my car was stuck in a very deep ditch, which I drove into after being stung by the bee, and it was late, so he thought it would be better to pull it out in the morning, after…”

      “After he seduced you,” Dani finished.

      “He fixed me a drink, fed me dinner, let me sleep in his guest room, cooked me a delicious breakfast in the morning, and pulled my car out of the ditch. He wouldn’t even take gas money from me. I thought all the knights in shining armor died in King Arthur’s time, but I was so wrong.”

      “Hmmmm.” Dani frowned. “This sounds serious. And you’re spending the day with him tomorrow?”

      “Well, maybe. It’s not exactly a date. More like a professional courtesy. He might take me to see what an open pit mine looks like.”

      “Wow, sounds romantic. When will you know if this professional courtesy is a happening thing?”

      “If he hasn’t arrived at my apartment by 9:00 a.m., I guess it isn’t. But I want to look nice just in case he does, especially after how I looked yesterday.”

      Dani drummed her fingers on the tabletop. “So let me get this straight. You want to wear my emerald earrings to tour an open pit mine with a man who already sounds like he’s afraid to commit?” She shook her head. “I don’t think so, Molly. ‘Nice’ doesn’t include a pair of two-thousand-dollar gems going on a ‘maybe’ date that’s more like a professional courtesy. Besides, it isn’t a woman’s jewelry that catch a man’s eye.”

      “That’s easy for you to say,” Molly gestured with frustration. “Look at you. The way you dress, the way you do your hair, the way you walk. Everything about you is naturally perfect. You’re the outdoorsy Julia Ormond of the estate-planning world. You’d look glamorous in a sweatshirt and blue jeans. I’m not that blessed.” She leaned forward intently. “Look, I know I’m acting a little bit out of character, but this is important. I’m twenty-six years old and I’ve never felt this way before. I may never again meet another man that makes me feel this way.”

      Dani gave her a bemused look. “Okay. I’ll help you coordinate an appropriate wardrobe for possibly viewing an open pit mine, but we’ll save the emerald earrings for your first definite dinner date. Deal?”

      Molly sighed with relief. “Deal.”

      STEVEN SAT at the kitchen table gazing down at the open page of an environmental law handbook but he wasn’t concentrating on the text. He was thinking about the handful of people in Moose Horn who had the nerve to stand up to a multinational conglomerate and say “No!” loud and clear, knowing they’d probably be bulldozed into the next century. He was thinking about money. It took lots of money to wage a successful campaign, and money was always hard to come by. He would make a series of calls first thing Monday morning and get things going on the financial front, but it would be tough because the times themselves were tough, and purse strings were drawn pretty tight in an uncertain economy.

      He was thinking that in the morning he would have to drive to Helena to pick up Molly and take her to view one of New Millennium’s mines. He turned the page of the textbook and wondered why the idea of spending the day with Molly Ferguson didn’t bother him. It should. It wasn’t as if he’d volunteered his time to further her education. It wasn’t as if he’d asked her to go on the trip. He should be thinking about ways to get out of it.

      But he wasn’t. He was thinking that it would be good to see her again, though he couldn’t for the life of him fathom why. He shook his head and sighed and tried to focus on the page, but all he was seeing was Molly Ferguson, remembering the bravado that didn’t quite mask her shyness…and the glory of her beautiful red hair.

      CHAPTER THREE

      BY NINE MINUTES past nine o’clock the following morning, Molly’s morale had hit an all-time low. StevenYoung Bear wasn’t coming. She’d known all along that he wouldn’t. And why should he? He had no obligation whatsoever to help her out any more than he already had. She’d made a fool of herself yesterday, putting him on the spot, pressuring him that way, and now she was paying the price. Not only was she probably going to lose her job because of her poor performance at the Moose Horn town meeting, but she’d messed up any chance she might have had to further her acquaintance with StevenYoung Bear. She’d asked him to do something he obviously hadn’t wanted to do: chaperone her on a field trip to an open pit mine. If she’d asked him to dinner, he might have said yes. It would have been a far more diplomatic move, since, after all, she owed him one. She could have offered him a good, old-fashioned Irish corned-beef-and-cabbage feast.

      Instead, she’d behaved just like one of those brassy, forward women her mother so disapproved of. Twenty-six-year-old Molly Ferguson, lonely and desperate, had flung herself at a man who had ever so politely tried to brush her off. She had humiliated herself by allowing her impulsive emotions to get in the way of reason and logic.

      She paced the confines of her apartment, thinking about all the awful СКАЧАТЬ