The Ryders: Jared, Royce and Stephanie: Seduction and the CEO. Barbara Dunlop

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      Flickering lights came on in the distance.

      “Cookhouse is up,” said Jared, and Melissa turned back to the window.

      “We’re striking up the gas barbecue,” said Royce.

      “Don’t let McQuestin talk you into poker.”

      Royce laughed as he signed off.

      Stephanie had moved into the dining room. She was on her own cell phone, checking to make sure the employees were all accounted for.

      Jared tucked his phone in his pocket.

      “What now?” asked Melissa.

      He checked to make sure Stephanie was out of earshot as he moved toward Melissa and the window. He kept his voice low. “Now I tell you you’re gorgeous.”

      “Stephanie’s idea.”

      “My sister’s not stupid.”

      “Your sister is Machiavellian.”

      He moved his hand forward and brushed Melissa’s fingertips. “Seems a shame to let her down.”

      “Seems a shame to lead her on.”

      “Hey, she’s the one playing us, remember?”

      “Mrs. Belmont left lasagna in the oven,” came Stephanie’s voice.

      Jared reflexively backed off.

      “Salad’s in the fridge,” Stephanie finished.

      “I guess we’re dining by candlelight,” said Melissa.

      “Romantic,” Stephanie put in, scooping one of the lighted candles and heading for the dining room.

      Melissa followed.

      Jared allowed himself a lingering glance at Melissa as she walked away. “Better than poker with McQuestin,” he said out loud.

      They settled at one end of the big table, Jared at the head, flanked by the two women. Lasagna, salad, rolls and a bottle of merlot were spread out in front of them. He’d lit a candelabra for the middle of the table, and kerosene lamps flickered against the rain-streaked windows.

      Melissa’s soft blond hair shimmered in the yellow light. Her lips were dark. Her eyes sparkled. And the silk shifted softly against her body as she moved her hands.

      “Do you have political aspirations?” she asked him.

      The question took him by surprise. “Why the heck would you think that?”

      “You’ve got it all,” she responded, taking another sip of the merlot, which he couldn’t help but note was exactly the same shade as her lips. “Money, success, community standing, charitable work, and now you’re palling around with the mayor of Chicago.”

      “How did you know about the mayor?”

      She concentrated on setting down her glass. “One of the cowboys mentioned something about your building and the city.”

      Jared turned to glare at Stephanie. “How does anybody get any work done around here?” he demanded. “Melissa’s been here three days, and she knows everything but my birth weight and shoe size.”

      “Don’t be such a bear,” said Stephanie.

      “You’re exaggerating,” said Melissa.

      “Not by much.”

      “Eight pounds nine ounces,” Stephanie put in with a giggle.

      “Ouch,” said Melissa.

      “Don’t let that put you off,” Stephanie came back. “It’s not necessarily hereditary.”

      Both Jared and Melissa stared at her, dumbfounded.

      “What?” Stephanie glanced back and forth between them. “You guys don’t want kids?”

      “Several,” said Jared, deciding his sister deserved everything she got from here on in.

      He took Melissa’s hand and raised it to his lips. “How does four sound to you?”

      “Are you going to hire me a nanny?” she asked, surprising him by playing along.

      “You bet. A nanny, a chauffeur and a housekeeper.”

      “Okay, then.” Melissa gave a nod. “Four it is. But we’d better get started—I’m not getting any younger.” She reached for her wineglass. “Better enjoy this while I can. Once I’m pregnant, it’s off the alcohol. And this wine is fantastic.”

      “I know you’re messing with me,” Stephanie put in. “But I don’t care. I have hope, anyway.”

      “We have a very good wine cellar,” said Jared. “It was a hobby of Gramps.”

      “Why don’t you show it to Melissa?” Stephanie quickly suggested.

      “You hoping I’ll get her pregnant on the tasting table?”

      Melissa sputtered and coughed over a drink.

      He squeezed her hand by way of apology.

      “I think Stephanie’s overestimating the power of this dress,” she wheezed.

      Jared hesitated. Then he stepped into the breach. “No, she’s not.”

      Stephanie clapped her hands together in triumph.

      It was ten o’clock when Stephanie succeeded in getting Jared and Melissa alone together. They were in the truck, and Melissa peered in pitch-darkness and driving rain as they rounded the bend to the row of cottages by the river, the headlights bouncing off the oak trees and the dark porches.

      She had to admit, she wouldn’t have wanted to walk all the way back. And she wouldn’t have asked Stephanie to slog through the mud to get to the truck. And that left Jared.

      Then he had insisted on carrying her from the ranch house porch to the truck—which was an experience all on its own.

      Now they pulled up to the front of her cottage and he killed the lights and turned off the engine.

      “Stay put,” he told her as he opened the driver’s door and a puff of cool wind burst in. “I’ll be right around.”

      Part of her wanted to insist on walking, but her shoes were impractical, the mud was slick, and she knew the black road would be a patchwork of deep puddles. So she waited, her heart rate increasing, her skin prickling in anticipation and her brain fumbling through sexy projections of being in Jared’s arms again.

      Her door swung open, and she shifted from the seat into his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. She’d put a windbreaker over the dress, but her legs were still bare and his strong hand СКАЧАТЬ