Man In A Million. Muriel Jensen

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      She expelled a breath—some safety-valve thing, he was sure. “You don’t know how to react to what’s around you,” she said with forced calm, “without self-knowledge.”

      “Aren’t women supposed to have intuition without needing meditation?”

      “I believe Zen implies a certain enlightenment.”

      “But don’t you look for that to come from outside rather than inside?”

      She dropped her arms impatiently. He felt the air stir around him. “You don’t know anything about me!” she snapped at him, as though his argument had been an accusation.

      Quite accidentally, though, the argument seemed to have gotten him where he wanted to go.

      “And I never will, will I, if you don’t want to go out with me.”

      She stared at him. Even Chilly looked at him in surprise.

      All the times he’d ever said he wanted nothing to do with women on a permanent basis echoed in his ears. Well, he didn’t want anything to do with her on a permanent basis. But he didn’t appreciate being dismissed so easily, and wondered what was going on inside her that made her look so troubled. And why it interested him.

      It was scientific, he decided finally. That was it. Women were all so cool and contained these days, except for this one, who looked as though a tempest spun inside her.

      He smiled. “I think you should reconsider.”

      PARIS FELT NAKED. He was absolutely right; she’d told herself the same thing over and over. She was thinking this to death. She’d been focused completely on herself since she’d discovered that she wasn’t who she thought she was and retired home to Maple Hill. She knew that wasn’t healthy, but everyone had the right to the details of their parentage. How was one expected to march into the future without understanding where one came from?

      And how had Randy Sanford guessed within sixty seconds of looking into her face that she was on a long personal search?

      She looked into dark brown eyes in an angular face, nicely shaped eyebrows raised in question, waiting for her answer. He was tall, square-shouldered and flat-stomached in the dark pants and white shirt that were the EMTs’ uniform. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing nicely shaped arms.

      For an instant, she was distracted by the impression he made of strength and solidity. He looked as though a truck could hit him and would bounce back with its hood dented, leaving him uninjured. For a woman who felt exhausted by the vagaries of life and the strain of business, the temptation to lean in his direction and test that strength was hard to resist.

      But she did. She tossed her hair and smiled flatly. It didn’t matter how solid he was, her foundation was completely gone. And she suspected that all she’d done was hurt his male pride. This wasn’t serious interest, just a knee-jerk reaction to rejection.

      “I don’t think I’ll reconsider,” she replied good-naturedly, then stuck out her hand. “No hard feelings?”

      He considered her a moment, then took her hand. “Of course not,” he said. “Nice to finally meet you.”

      “You, too.” She waved at Chilly, who’d walked away to give them privacy.

      Chilly waved back. “Sorry,” he said. “If I wasn’t married, I’d make you change your mind. And if I was Randy Sanford.”

      “Can’t be done,” she said.

      She started to walk away, but Randy caught her arm. Certain he intended to try to charm her into going out with him, she tried to draw away. Then she noticed that his eyes were focused on hers and frowning. There was a professional air in his touch as he put a hand to her chin and turned it right, then left.

      “Are you getting enough rest?” he asked.

      She was surprised by the question. She worked long hours and never slept well. But she’d pinched her cheeks and carefully brushed her hair today before coming to see him. Perversely, though she didn’t want to date him or anyone, she wanted to look her best while telling him so.

      She found herself fumbling for an answer. “I…I put in a twelve-hour day.”

      “No time for fun?”

      “No,” she said, hoping to put an end to the conversation.

      His thumb rubbed gently under her left eye. “You should make time. You’re too young for dark circles.”

      His touch was cool, and she was momentarily paralyzed by it. Solid. And tender. No time for that, either.

      She caught his muscular wrist and yanked it away from her. “You have no idea how old I am,” she said, shocked by the annoyance she felt. Probably because she’d looked in the mirror that very morning and thought she looked matronly.

      “You’re twenty-six,” he said. “You live at home with your mom and your sister, and you own the Berkshire Cab company.”

      She knew she looked astonished.

      “Addy told me.” He grinned. “Why? Did you think I’d hired detectives or done an Internet search on you?”

      While she continued to stare, wondering why Addy hadn’t told her such details about him, he went on. “You left Maple Hill for law school about four years ago, then changed your mind and came home last year. But she didn’t tell me why.” He seemed to rethink that information, then asked with sharpened interest, “Does that have anything to do with why you’re on this soul search?”

      She noticed two things simultaneously. She was still holding his wrist, which he was allowing her to do with no resistance. And she could feel his pulse under her thumb. Curiously, it seemed to be causing hers to race.

      She dropped his wrist and said with all the cool hauteur she could muster, “That’s not your concern. I have to go.”

      “Don’t fall asleep behind the wheel,” he cautioned, following her to the station wagon with its magnetic sign bearing the name of her company in bright yellow letters.

      She gave him a dismissing look as she pulled open the door. “I’m more responsible than that.”

      He held the door open for her as she slipped behind the wheel. “Exhaustion can sneak up on you,” he warned. “A dark patch of road, the hum of the motor, the warmth of—”

      “Thank you,” she said, and pulled the door closed. Without hesitation, she turned the key in the ignition and drove away.

      She groaned aloud, the sound filling the confined space inside her car. “You can’t get some men to give a darn that you’ve got a problem!” she grumbled. “And others come off all pompous and superior because they think they can read your mind and know what’s bothering you on five minutes’ acquaintance.” Equally annoying. She was going to have to talk to Addy about the amount of information she dispensed about her. In fact, she was going to have to get tough with her about this whole blind-date thing.

      Now that she’d seen Randy Sanford, she definitely didn’t want to date him. Her life was СКАЧАТЬ