The Other Side Of Paradise. Laurie Paige
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Название: The Other Side Of Paradise
Автор: Laurie Paige
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472082176
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Her smile was quick and genuine. “I lived with an old woman. She sort of adopted me, she and a boy who lived down the street. He’s the one who found me sitting on the curb, crying. He took me to his neighbor because she always took in stray dogs and cats. I guess he thought I qualified as a stray, too.”
“Then what happened?” he asked, intrigued by her story, which sounded like something from a movie rather than real life. He wondered at the parts she was leaving out…and even if her tale was true.
“They made sure I had food and clothing and went to the county health clinic for my shots. After a year or so, a neighbor turned me in because I wasn’t going to school. The police handed me over to the juvenile authorities. A church group took an interest in my case and got me in an orphanage they sponsored.”
“The place was also a working ranch?”
“Yes.”
“Were you born in Wyoming?”
The delicate arch of her black eyebrows lifted. “Well, that’s what it says on my birth certificate.”
He nodded and suppressed the other questions that rose to his tongue. This woman didn’t like being interrogated.
Well, neither did he, come to think of it. He considered, paused, then said, “I had a cousin who stuttered after his mother died. Was that what happened to you after your father left you?”
For a second her face seemed set in stone, then she gave a shrug that expertly blended insouciance with defiance. “No, that was after they shaved my head at the orphanage.”
A mixture of feelings ran through Jonah. Shock was foremost, and he’d have sworn nothing could shock him. “Why?” he demanded. “Why did they shave your head?”
“It was standard procedure for lice.”
A beat of silence ensued.
“You’re a survivor,” he said and heard the rare note of admiration in his voice.
She laughed. “Aren’t we all?”
When she rose, he did, too. “Our guests are up,” he told her, hearing footsteps overhead.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Help me set up a buffet. I don’t serve hot breakfasts unless the temperature is freezing.”
“Let them eat cake,” she murmured, her expression behind the glasses impish.
The humor surprised him. He liked that as well as the courage and stoic resolve to survive indicated by her past, not to mention the sight of her incredibly long legs as she preceded him into the kitchen, the slender but definite curve of her hips and the way she carried herself—head up and shoulders level.
The hum of sexual interest increased to a roar. Huh. Maybe he’d better warn her to lock her door at night. Seeing the smiles the hungry men gave her as they piled into the dining room, he thought that was a good idea.
As soon as the buffet was set with plates, glasses, coffee mugs, a thermal container of coffee, plus various cereal boxes and the muffins, Mary scooted out the back door and down to the stables.
She checked the horses and mules in the paddock, saw Attila was happy with the group, then mucked out the stalls. Next, she stored the pitchfork and set about cleaning and oiling the tack, a job that obviously hadn’t been done in ages. At the children’s ranch where she’d grown up, they’d had to take good care of the stock and their gear since getting more had depended on the donations they received.
After conscientiously doing the ranch chores first, she did the same to her gear and stored it in the SUV.
Finally she tackled the horse trailer, cleaning it and laying the rubber mat out to dry in the shade of a very old oak whose leaves were starting to turn yellow.
A sign of winter, she thought, pausing to recover her strength after wrestling with the trailer mat made to withstand hundreds of pounds of pressure from shod hooves.
The westward peaks drew her attention. She stared at them while the oddest feelings raced around inside her.
Seven Devils.
Even the name set up a hot swirl of panic or something equally strange in the center of her being. She pressed a hand to her chest to still the tumult, but it seethed and roiled like the boiling mud pots she’d seen at Yellowstone once on her way north to the next rodeo.
The mountains and her new boss. They both bothered her in ways she couldn’t describe.
Glad that the first job she’d been hurrying to fill hadn’t worked out, she wondered if this one would and if she could stay long enough for Attila to heal. She would need to start his training all over again and bring him up to speed.
Being here at the ranch where she received room and board, she could save nearly every penny of her salary, which was a dollar above minimum wage. Next summer she would head south and join the steeple circuit again. If Attila was well enough. If she could accumulate enough to pay for food, gas and fees. As usual, she’d sleep in the truck.
She handled her finances through an online bank. One thousand dollars stood between her and destitution at the present. Ah, well, she’d faced leaner times. After paying for the dun, she’d been down to counting pennies and collecting soda cans for recycling to stave off poverty, while she continued to work the race circuit in California for the rest of the season.
Shaking her head impatiently, she shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind and hurried to the lodge to see what she was supposed to do next. She hoped it was mending fences or something equally solitary.
“Can you change beds?” was the question that greeted her as soon as she walked in the door.
“Uh, as in change rooms?” she asked.
Jonah shook his head. “Change the sheets and make up the beds in the guest rooms. They’ll also need dusting and checking for any lost items. Empty the waste-baskets, too.”
“Sure.”
Upstairs, she stripped the six beds, gathered the used towels and started the washing machine she’d discovered in a laundry/storage room yesterday while searching for the bathroom. Next to the laundry was a room with a large, tiled shower. A powder room with a toilet and sink was on the other side of that. Each bedroom also had its own sink, which was convenient for the occupants.
Linens and towels were stored in a cabinet in the laundry room, which also held a vacuum cleaner and cleaning supplies. While the sheets were washing, she made up the beds with fresh ones, then cleaned and checked each room as instructed. By the time the second load of sheets was spinning out, she had the rooms finished.
She cleaned the shower and powder room, then vacuumed the hall runner. Finally she folded and stored the clean linens, then put fresh towels in all the rooms.
Noting the empty vases on the reading tables, she dashed outside and picked long stalks of dried grass beside the stable, plus a few graceful branches from a hemlock and a juniper. These she made into interesting СКАЧАТЬ