Trading Places with the Boss. Raye Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ murmured, mostly to herself as she drew her shawl closer around her shoulders.

      He turned to look at her, then looked away again.

      “Funny how it used to seem like this huge city when I was young,” he said. “Now it seems more like an overgrown small town.”

      “That’s what I like about it. You can wrap your arms around it and become a part of it so easily.”

      “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I like small towns. In fact, it’s cities I hate.”

      She bit her tongue. If he was going to make everything into an argument, she just wouldn’t talk anymore.

      The silence stretched between them. She risked a quick look his way. His attention was on the other side of the river, giving her an opportunity to study him for a moment. He had a rugged, masculine appeal, untamed and proud of it. Pure Texas. She remembered he’d always looked so very good riding a horse.

      But that was then. And remember, she’d never liked him much. She had to keep that in mind at all times.

      Suddenly, as though there had been no pause in their conversation, he spoke softly.

      “My mom brought me to San Antonio for a weekend one November when I was a kid, to see the Christmas lights on the river.”

      That surprised her, and not only because he was talking like a normal person for a change. “Just you? Not any of the others?” There were plenty of Allmans.

      He shook his head. “Just me. I was about thirteen and she thought I needed something special. I think she was trying to make up for the fact that Pop was making it pretty plain that he considered Matt his fair-haired child and thought of me as good for nothing much.”

      He stopped, frowning fiercely. Why the hell was he telling her all this? Of all people, she was the last…

      But maybe it was because they’d known each other forever, practically grown up side by side. Too bad he couldn’t just think of her as a sister. But the feeling that swelled in him whenever he looked at her had nothing to do with brotherly love. So he had better stop looking.

      “You were her favorite,” she said softly.

      “Me?” That startled him. When he thought of his mother, he remembered a warm smile and a feeling of peace. She was just about perfect in his book. No one could ever touch her. It still hurt to know she was gone. “Nah. She didn’t have favorites. She was good to everyone.”

      Shelley nodded. “She was a wonderful woman and she died much too young.” Reminders of that awful time, when Jodie’s sweet mother was dying of complications from heart surgery, made her wince. “But believe me, she had a special soft spot for you.”

      He turned to look at her, frowning. “You were just a kid. You paid attention to things like that?”

      She couldn’t hold back a smile. “Of course.”

      His gaze lingered, then he turned away and her smile drooped.

      But he’d unlocked a lot of memories. She’d spent so much time at that house, with that family, probably because she didn’t have much of a family herself. All she had was her always busy single mother. No one else. Millie avoided any talk about who her father was, so she’d made one up for herself. Tall, handsome, kind and loving, he was ideal—though he tended to evaporate into mist whenever she tried to reach out to him. That was the trouble with fantasy fathers.

      So that really didn’t fill the lonely hole in her heart. She’d prayed every night for a brother or sister, until she’d finally gotten old enough to begin to understand why that wouldn’t ever happen. So she’d attached herself to the Allmans.

      “You seem to have grown up okay despite losing your mother,” she told Rafe now. “And being left to the untender mercies of your father.”

      He shrugged. “Pop’s okay.”

      That almost made her angry. It wasn’t the way she remembered things.

      “He can’t hit you anymore, can he?” she said softly. “You’re bigger than he is now.”

      He reacted as though she’d said something crazy.

      “What? Ah come on, he never hit me all that much.”

      He turned to lean with his back against the railing, his arms crossed over his chest. This was something no one would ever understand. His father had always been rough on him. But that only made the times he came through and surprised the old man all the more satisfying.

      “Anyway, that was the way his generation dealt with things. Say what you want about Pop, he’s a man of his time.”

      She shook her head, wondering how he could defend the man. Jesse Allman was a character, a legend around their hometown of Chivaree, Texas. A hardscrabble sort of guy, he’d managed to work his much-scorned family out of poverty and up into dizzying success. He was a genius in his own way, and adept at turning his life around and making something of himself. But he hadn’t been a gentle father.

      “You wouldn’t hit a child, would you?”

      He gave her a look of weary resignation. “It’s called spanking, Shelley. And no, I don’t suppose I would do that. How about you?”

      She shrugged. “I’m never going to have children.”

      He stared at her, then shook his head. “Going for that big career in the sky, are you?”

      For some reason, she felt like shivering. Was she really considered a career woman now? Oh, well, she supposed that was better than some things she might be called.

      “Something like that,” she admitted reluctantly.

      He turned back to look at the water. “You’re doing pretty well. I’ve heard good things about your work from Clay in Legal.”

      Clay Branch, her supervisor in the legal division, another bothersome man in her life. “Maybe if I do a good job at this competition, Clay will finally pay some attention to my requests to get management training.”

      “You want to be a manager?”

      “I want to move up in my field. And that’s pretty much my only avenue, don’t you think?”

      “Maybe so.” He grinned. “I guess that’s why you’re jumping at the chance to boss me around, huh?”

      “I didn’t set up the framework for this competition.” She gazed at him challengingly. “But I’m not running from it, either. Do you feel threatened by that, Mr. Boss Man?”

      Rafe didn’t respond but he moved restlessly, indicating he was ready to walk on, and she obliged. They passed a small club. Pieces of acoustic guitar music floated out into the night. The crowd was thinning out and the lights were not quite so bright in this direction.

      “You used to live here in San Antonio, didn’t you?”

      She nodded, feeling suddenly wary. It was not a period of her life she relished discussing. “Not for long,” she murmured, looking СКАЧАТЬ