Her Texan to Tame. Sara Orwig
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Название: Her Texan to Tame
Автор: Sara Orwig
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472049094
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“I might want to send you a present sometime and I would need to remember,” he added. He still kept his voice impersonal. There was no flirting, no touch, but when she looked into his chocolate-colored eyes with those thick bedroom lashes, a current sizzled between them. The attraction was still there, like bedrock beneath a stream of polite conversation.
She drew her eyes away, focusing on the nearby fountain. She had to get her head back in the game.
“Did you go with this guy in college?”
Ryan’s question drew her up short, and she realized she must have missed something he said. “My ex?” she guessed. When he nodded, she replied, “No. He was a bit older than I am. I’ve known him all my life.
“I think he thought I’d be the perfect wife. That I would never find out about his affairs. And if I did, I’d go along with his infidelities.” She shook her head. “I was just naive about everything. Anyway, it’s over now.”
“Your family is in Tennessee. Won’t you go back someday?”
“Oh, my, yes. I love Tennessee with all my heart, especially Nashville. That’s where I plan to live. It’s close enough to my family in Memphis to be convenient but far enough that I can live my own life and I won’t run into my ex often. Before I go back, though, I want to recover from the stress of the past few months.”
“If peace and quiet helps you recover, you’ve come to the right place.” With a glance at his watch, Ryan rose. “Excuse me, Jessica,” he said, her name spoken by him stirring a tingle, sounding deeper, more personal than when he’d previously said it. “It’s time I get back to my office and look over my notes before the next interview. Thanks for the lunch.”
She couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he would continue to interview applicants, so she went into work mode, gathering the dishes and bringing them inside. She turned from the sink and almost bumped into Ryan, who stood there with glasses in his hands. He steadied her, his fingers lightly on her shoulders, but the moment he touched her, she saw his eyes narrow slightly. Inhaling deeply, he released her. Her heartbeat raced and she wanted to lean closer to him.
But Ryan hurried out of the room in long strides.
Watching him, she took a deep breath. Once again common sense said to pack and go. She was having a volatile reaction to Ryan Delaney and he had had a reaction to touching her, too. Maybe he would hire someone this afternoon and the job decision would be out of her hands.
She cleaned the dishes and then got more familiar with the kitchen, turning on an oven to start cooking a roast for dinner. She spent the afternoon laboring over dinner, checking on the roast, making rolls and mashing potatoes. Later she set the table for the evening meal and finally reached a point where she could go to her suite to get ready to be with Ryan.
After showering, she slipped into a blue sundress and sandals and brushed her hair out. By five she was back in the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. Everything was going well, which lifted her spirits. Whether she got the job or not, she was happy to discover she could turn out a lunch and dinner when the result was crucial and time was of the essence. It was dinner tonight, one good enough to get her hired, or she was out. There would be no second chance tomorrow.
As she made gravy and steamed collard greens, she couldn’t squelch the nagging question: Was she more excited over the prospect of a dinner that would determine her future...or the thought of an evening with Ryan?
Three
Ryan straightened up over the tractor. “All right. Buy the parts if you think that’s the way to go and you’re certain you can fix it.”
“I can fix it.” Jeb stepped away from the tractor to walk with Ryan. “What did you do today? I see the red car is here. Am I going to teach her to cook?”
“No. Tonight is a test. She talked me into giving her a chance.”
Jeb’s mouth twitched. “Imagine that. I suspect she’ll talk you into hiring her no matter her cooking ability.”
“No. If she can’t cook, she goes and she knows it. But I agreed to give her a chance and let her cook dinner tonight.”
“Well, I can guess the outcome of that. As I said, I’ll be happy to teach her to cook.”
“Thanks for the offer. I won’t forget,” Ryan answered drily. “Lunch was good, a burger and beans, so maybe she can cook.”
“Even a kid can cook a burger and beans. Go enjoy dinner and the evening.”
“Sure, Jeb.” Ryan left the foreman to head for his house, wondering about his dinner. In spite of a good lunch, he didn’t expect her to have as much success with dinner. He reminded himself that she did have some credentials in her background, though, so maybe she could really cook. Why did he doubt it?
He didn’t go in through the kitchen and see her but instead went straight to his suite from a side entrance. He showered and dressed in a fresh dark brown cotton Western shirt, jeans and black boots.
While he dressed, he thought about the interviews today. None had been someone he wanted to hire, including Jessica. Jessica would be trouble at best because if she could cook beyond burgers, she had an ex-husband who wanted her back and parents who also wanted her to return. If they showed up to try to talk her into moving home, he would be involved. He was attracted to her, but he wasn’t going to seriously date her or any other pretty woman. He had too much fun making friends and flirting with a passel of willing females.
Yet in spite of the complications accompanying her, he had allowed her to stay and cook as a trial run.... He didn’t want to analyze that move.
No, he told himself. He had an out. If dinner was not particularly good, he would simply not hire her. He’d tell her goodbye and send her on her way.
Why did he have a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought about that? Because he was sorry for the troubles she had had.
“Yeah, right, Ryan,” he said softly to his reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t lie to himself. He wanted to go out with her. Sparks flew when he was with her and both of them were trying to keep their employer-employee relationship, or whatever they had, professional and unemotional. It never happened. The slightest physical contact was electrifying. He wanted a night out with her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her; he wanted to seduce her. She took his breath away with her looks.
The woman had emotional problems from her bitter divorce. She needed peace and solace—not someone hot for her.
Ryan lectured himself about his motives and tried to steel himself to get rid of her because they both would be better off. And should she persuade him to let her stay, he needed to leave her alone. Stay away from her, go back to Houston and his work and let her mend and go on her way.
Maybe he’d look her up when she got over her divorce.
On impulse he went to the phone to call his friends the Jimsons. Brad answered and Ryan talked to him briefly, checking out Jessica to learn if her friendship was what she had said and the Jimsons had recommended she come to the ranch to apply for a job as his cook.
He then spoke to Pru and after a few minutes hung up. Jessica СКАЧАТЬ