Desert Wolf. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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       Chapter 4

      As Grant Wade pulled the truck away from the curb, it dawned on Paxton that there might be a downside to remaining in his presence.

      From where she sat, on the opposite side of the truck, she still felt the impression of his hand on her elbow, left over from when he helped with her bags. When she had looked at his face, searching for more hints about his character, what she’d found was a man who might not be as happy to accommodate her visit as he seemed.

      They were at odds about Desperado, and Grant Wade showed signs of discomfort. Although he rested one arm casually on the window frame and the other on the wheel, those bronzed forearms were corded with tension.

      Were those arms sexy? Yes.

      Did that matter? No.

      So, why had she even thought of questions like those?

      Truth was, Paxton wondered what that smooth golden skin would be like to touch and chastised herself for thinking she’d like to find out.

      Her reactions to Grant Wade were as automatic as breathing. In her defense, most women liked strong, sexy men who didn’t overtly try to overpower with all that testosterone. Men who could easily take control of any situation, yet sometimes knew better than to try. Handsome men at ease in their own skins who radiated self-confidence and looked exactly like Grant Wade did, from Stetson to scuffed boots.

      Weren’t those things tied to what constituted wet dreams for women? Because surely she was going to have a dream like that about this guy tonight, no matter how far apart they stood on her father’s deal.

      “Name your poison,” he said to her as the truck rolled past a few strip malls and gas stations, its engine purring like a well-tuned tractor.

      “Iced tea. Heavy on the ice.”

      He gave her a sideways glance.

      “I don’t think alcohol would further my cause much. Do you?” Not wanting to relax, Paxton leaned back against the leather seat, liking the masculine smell of the truck. The trip to Arizona had been taxing. She would have given anything to be able to close her eyes.

      “Hotel choices,” he said. “Big or small?”

      “Cheap.”

      He nodded.

      “Then you’ll give in and buy me out of all that acreage. Or vice versa,” she added.

      “You’re pretty confident one of those two things will happen?”

      “Aren’t you?”

      Her companion didn’t reply to that question and angled the truck into a parking space beside a small roadside café.

      “Hungry?” he asked.

      “Famished, actually.”

      “I hope you like burgers.”

      “Not unless they come with fries.”

      “Then you, my fine lady, are in luck,” Grant Wade said as he turned off the engine. “Though you will have to sit across from me.”

      “I’ll manage somehow,” Paxton returned.

      The café was nearly empty this time of day. A few small tables ringed a linoleum patchwork floor and three faded red booths hugged the windows. The only waitress in sight, dressed in faded jeans and an apron, eyed them curiously when she and Grant slid into a booth. After Grant returned the glance, the waitress ambled over.

      “I guess I’m conspicuously foreign,” Paxton said when their order went in.

      “This is a place for regulars. Anyone new is suspicious.”

      “Maybe she likes you. She’s staring.”

      “Nope. Shirleen is just curious. She has imprinted with...” He stopped there without finishing the strange remark.

      “Does that mean she’s engaged to someone?” Paxton asked.

      Her cowboy nemesis took a swig of the iced tea Shirleen had brought over. “Yep. Western slang for people coupling up.”

      Paxton didn’t share how much she might have liked to couple up with Grant Wade after first laying eyes on him, since that wasn’t going to happen. She hoped to get the paperwork signed and be back on a plane.

      They ate in silence, an unspoken truce, of sorts, with the curious waitress looking on. Grant didn’t seem to notice the scrutiny, but Paxton couldn’t get much of her burger down. She was relieved when Grant took care of paying the bill. By the time they headed for the truck, evening was settling in with a pink glow on the horizon.

      “It’s quite beautiful,” she said, staring at the landscape for a few minutes before getting into the truck. “I had forgotten about that. Maybe I was too young to notice.”

      “You remember being here?” Grant Wade asked.

      “I remember a few small things. Mostly unimportant stuff.”

      “Like pretty sunsets?”

      She nodded. “Yes. Like that.”

      “There’s no place better for showy horizons than this one,” he said.

      “Not even in Texas?” she asked, testing her new theory on Grant Wade being that former Texas Ranger.

      “Similar, but not the same,” he replied, opening her door and playing the gentleman card well. He added, “You know about Texas?”

      Paxton shrugged.

      “Know thine enemies?” he suggested.

      “Hopefully you aren’t one of them.”

      “Hopefully not,” he agreed, waiting for her to СКАЧАТЬ