The Wedding Wager: Dakota Daddy. Sara Orwig

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СКАЧАТЬ “See you then.” He left for his cabin, fighting the urge to glance to see if she stood watching him. He hadn’t heard any door slam, but then in the rain, he probably wouldn’t have.

      She was coming for dinner, so there was hope. When hadn’t he been able to talk a woman into something he wanted? She was beautiful, more poised than she’d been as a teen. Then, she had been friendly and warm as a kitten. Now she was a hellcat. Despite her anger, her self-confidence showed. She was not the naive, starry-eyed eighteen-year-old he had fallen in love with years ago.

      Anticipation bubbled in him. How long before he could seduce her? he wondered. He planned to keep a clear sight on his goal of acquiring her ranch, but this new Megan was an unbearable temptation.

      He packed his few things and drove back to his ranch to make arrangements for dinner. As if nature were cooperating, the rain ended by noon and sunshine broke out with a magnificent rainbow arching in the sky.

      When he caught some news on the television, he went to his office to make a phone call to his cousin.

      The minute Chase Bennett answered, Jared could picture his green eyes and easy smile. “Hi, Jared here. Just caught you on the news about oil you’ve found in Montana.”

      “Hope to find,” Chase corrected. “If it pans out like I expect, it’s going to be a tidy discovery.”

      “A bonus that it’s in your home state,” Jared remarked dryly.

      “Yeah, but I don’t spend much time back on the ranch,” Chase replied.

      “I’ll wager you think you’re going to win our bet,” Jared joked, rubbing his finger on his knee as he talked.

      “I hope to. You guys are going to have to get busy.”

      “I’m working on an interesting project. Remember Megan Sorenson? I plan to buy her ranch.”

      “Nice! That’ll crush her dad. It will be satisfying to let him know you can buy him out.”

      “I wish I’d done this sooner. The old man died. As soon as Megan discovered I’m the buyer, she pulled the ranch off the market.”

      “Too bad. Making the offer should give you a bit of satisfaction. That would be a good purchase, a prime pheasant-hunting ranch, even though it won’t help you win.”

      “Wait and see,” Jared replied, chuckling, unwilling to reveal his plans to Chase. “Better go. Just called to offer congrats and tell you I still intend to collect.”

      “Dream on,” Chase replied in a good-natured tone.

      “I will,” Jared said, and broke the connection, trying to be the one to get in the last word, a habit of the cousins since childhood. Jared gazed out the window. What to do about the Sorensen ranch …

      The day seemed an eternity long, but eventually Jared showered, shaved and dressed with care in a tan knit shirt, chinos and hand-tooled leather Western boots that added to his six-foot-six height.

      Promptly upon her arrival at seven, Jared met her on the porch. Watching her get out of her SUV and walk toward him, her slim column of a navy dress swirling around her shapely calves, he sucked in his breath. A large bow held the dress on her left shoulder, leaving the other shoulder bare. The material split as it fell from her shoulder, revealing her long legs as she walked. Her hair was rolled and fastened at the back of her head, giving her a sophisticated, self-possessed appearance. Had they gone out in public, she would have turned heads anywhere—the men in appreciation and speculation, women in envy and admiration.

      Jared’s pulse skipped, and he wondered if that bow on her shoulder released the front and back of her dress. He desired her with an intensity that shocked him. She was gorgeous, and momentarily he forgot the ranch, his purpose, old hurts, even anger. He saw a ravishing beauty whom he intended to seduce.

      “Evening, Jared,” she said. Her greeting brought him back to reality.

      “You’re stunning,” he said in a deep, raspy tone, gazing into the cool, thickly-lashed turquoise eyes. “Welcome to my ranch,” he added. “Come inside.”

      Without a word, she swept up the steps past him. When she passed, he caught that same exotic scent, a perfume he couldn’t identify. Watching the slight sway of her hips, he followed her through the flagstone-covered entry into the wide front hall with its polished plank floor. She took his breath away with her beauty. He was reminded again that the open, outgoing warmth of the eighteen-year-old had deepened into the fieriness of a beautiful woman.

      “I’m grilling steaks. Let’s go to the patio,” he suggested as he caught up to walk beside her.

      She strolled in silence beside him outside to the patio, where smoke came from a large state-of-the-art stainless steel cooker. “You have all you need to live out here,” she said, glancing around.

      “Can I get you a glass of wine, tea, a soft drink? What’s your preference?”

      “White wine, please.” She followed him to the bar, and he turned to hand a glass of pale wine to her. Even though their fingers brushed lightly, the contact was electrifying. He could feel the sparks, as close as he stood to her.

      She tilted her head to study him. “You’ll be returning to Texas soon, won’t you?”

      “It depends on what happens with you. I’m not in a hurry to go after seeing you again.”

      “Stop flirting, Jared. Or is that impossible?”

      “Not impossible, but infinitely more interesting when you provoke it. How can I be with you and remain all business?”

      “You might as well. The personal touch will get you nowhere.”

      He gave her a mocking smile. “Watch out, I might prove you wrong.” He saw her gazing up at gray clouds streaking across the sky.

      “When I crossed your river, the water was almost up to the bridge.”

      “Scared you’ll get stranded with me?” he asked in amusement.

      She whipped around to give him a level look. “No. I’ll leave before I let that happen,” she remarked.

      “Here’s to the future and forgetting the past,” he said, ignoring her remark and raising his drink in a toast, even though he doubted he would ever lose all his bitterness toward her.

      “This is pointless, Jared,” she said, sipping her drink.

      “Megan, we both did things that hurt. I left here and you married someone else two months later,” he said, hoping he kept his tone casual enough to hide the stab that memory always brought.

      “I’m sure you know my marriage didn’t last much more than a month before we filed for a divorce,” she replied with anger in her voice.

      He recalled his fury and pain when his parents told him about a reception her father had for her and her new husband shortly after the marriage, and then the next thing he’d heard was that she was divorced, which gave him a degree of satisfaction.

      “Where’s your son from that marriage?” he asked, wondering about her child.

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