Rodeo Daddy. B.J. Daniels

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СКАЧАТЬ He shook his head, shaken by her sudden appearance and the feelings that had once more been forced to the surface.

      “Dad?”

      “I thought I told you to go wash up for dinner, Sam,” he said quietly without turning around. He met Chelsea’s gaze, could see the pain in her expression.

      “If you’d just told me,” she said.

      How many times had he questioned that decision? How many times had he thought about going back to try to straighten things out? But what would have been the point? The memory of her father coming out that morning to the corrals with the check, the look in Ryder Jensen’s eyes, the accusations, the contempt—all had kept him moving on down the road. Still kept him moving on.

      “It wouldn’t have made any difference,” he said.

      “You don’t know that.”

      “Yes, Chelsea, I do.”

      “Dad?”

      He swore under his breath. “Sam—”

      “I’m interrupting your supper,” Chelsea said, looking as if maybe she finally realized the mistake she’d made in coming here. “I should go.” But she didn’t move.

      He figured she hadn’t gotten what she’d come for.

      “My brother told me about...” Her gaze locked with his and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. I’ll be damned. So she’d just found out about the rustling. The old man hadn’t told her.

      He waited, taking some perverse satisfaction in making her say the words. He watched her get up her courage. It was one thing Chelsea Jensen had never lacked, or so he’d thought.

      “He told me about the missing cattle,” she said.

      Jack let out a snort. “I wondered how long it would take before one of them told you.”

      “I don’t believe it,” she said, only a slight break in her voice betraying her.

      He turned away. He definitely didn’t need this.

      “Jack.”

      It come out a whisper, so familiar and so intimate he stopped in his tracks, remembering that soft sound, the feel of her breath on his skin, her lips—

      He didn’t need to be reminded. He’d tried for ten years to put it behind him. To put Chelsea and the Wishing Tree and all of it behind him. Damn her for coming here.

      “Believe it,” he said, walking away from her, just as he had ten years ago.

      “I’m hungry,” his daughter said, watching him intently from a short distance away. She’d obviously seen his reaction to Chelsea, if not overheard their conversation.

      “Then why didn’t you take the check?” Chelsea called after him.

      He stopped and turned slowly. “Don’t do this. Whatever it is you’re looking for, you aren’t going to find it here.”

      “Aren’t you going to ask her to have dinner with us?” Sam asked loudly.

      He gave his daughter a warning look. Don’t do this to me, Sam.

      “We have plenty, don’t we, Dad?” Sam persisted, flashing him her best wide-eyed innocent smile and completely ignoring his warning look. “We have that huge casserole.”

      He ground his teeth. He knew what his daughter was up to and it wasn’t going to work. Sam had seen Terri Lyn bring over the casserole and now thought she’d found a way to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

      “Don’t you want to have dinner with us?” Sam asked Chelsea, as if it were only good manners to ask.

      Jack closed his eyes and lowered his head. When he looked at Sam again, he could almost see the mischief dancing in her eyes.

      “Please!” she pleaded. “We don’t ever have company.”

      Last night he’d forced her to sit through a dinner with him and Terri Lyn. Sam had never liked any of the women who came around trying to mother her and cozy up to him, and did everything in her power to discourage them. She especially didn’t like Terri Lyn for reasons he couldn’t understand. But he’d made it clear last night that Sam wasn’t going to pick who he dated. If he ever really got down to dating again.

      This was payback and she wanted him to know it.

      “Sam,” he warned. The girl had no idea what a hornet’s nest she was stirring up.

      “I’m sure your mother—” Chelsea began.

      “I don’t have a mother,” Sam said, cutting her off. She sounded so pathetic Jack almost laughed. “She left me on Dad’s doorstep when I was just a baby.”

      Chelsea was appropriately startled.

      “Sam,” Jack warned, but there was no stopping Samantha tonight. Tomorrow he’d ground her little cowgirl behind. A few days doing extra homework in the motor home should take some of the sass out of her.

      “My mother was a barrel racer and couldn’t handle having a baby,” Sam continued as if she hadn’t heard his warning—just like all the other warnings she’d ignored. “I’m the product of a one-night stand. At least that’s what Terri Lyn says.”

      Thanks a lot, Terri Lyn. Jack groaned as he saw Chelsea’s shocked reaction. He watched her glance toward the motor home and hesitate—the last thing he wanted her to do.

      “So your father’s raised you alone all these years?” Chelsea sounded impressed, damn it.

      Sam nodded. “Just the two of us.”

      “Sam,” he said pointedly, “Chelsea needs to get going now—”

      “No,” Chelsea said, her dark gaze coming up to meet his. “I’m not in that much of a hurry. And anyway, I didn’t get my questions answered.”

      He swore under his breath. It was obvious that Chelsea could see the spot Sam had put him in and she planned to take advantage of it. “I thought you knew the answer before you came here.”

      “I thought I did, too,” she said, her gaze hard. “Now I’m not so sure.” She looked down at Sam. “I’d love to stay and have dinner with you and your father.”

      Sam beamed. The little scamp.

      He gritted his teeth, knowing that he should put an end to this before it went any further. But maybe Chelsea had to see how he lived, had to taste Terri Lyn’s tuna casserole before she could leave. The two put together should have her hightailing it back to San Antonio in her expensive little sports car, thanking her lucky stars she was leaving it all behind.

      “Fine,” he said. “I hope you like tuna casserole.”

      “My favorite,” Chelsea said.

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