Memories for Eternity: Taming Clint Westmoreland. Brenda Jackson

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      Chapter 4

      Inviting Alyssa to spend the night at the ranch wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done, Clint decided.

      From the cliff the ranch house looked huge. But when you stood directly in front of it and got a close-up view, you got a clear picture of just how spacious it was. He hoped Alyssa would decide that in a house as large as his they could easily avoid each other for four short weeks.

      The front door opened and Chester walked out. The man, who for years had been Clint’s cook, housekeeper, and if there was need, ranch hand, was big. He stood at least six-four and weighed over two hundred and fifty pounds. At sixty-five he looked intimidating and mean as a bear. Once you got to know him, however, it didn’t take long to see he was as soft and easygoing as a teddy bear.

      Clint knew that Chester considered himself a surrogate father to the triplets. The old man was quick to brag that he’d helped Doc Shaw deliver the three. For that reason—in Clint’s opinion—Chester lived under the false assumption that he knew what was best for them. He had been the one to convince Clint and Cole to find the father they hadn’t known they had, and the one to talk Casey into building a relationship with their father.

      And now with Casey happily married and living in Montana, Chester was on a bandwagon to get Clint and Cole to follow suit. He felt marriage should be in their future plans, the not-so-distant future. Chester claimed he wanted them to find the bliss he’d found in his own happy marriage of over thirty years. His beloved wife Ada died a few years ago. Even now everyone still missed the presence of the gentle and kind woman who had been the love of Chester’s life.

      Clint saw the way Chester was sizing Alyssa up. The old man was trying to see if she appeared sturdy enough to handle the roughness of a working ranch, and if she had enough brawn to handle Clint. According to Chester, the Golden Glade Ranch needed a mistress who was strong in both mind and body. Clint knew Chester believed Clint needed a woman who could take him on with fortitude.

      He had told Chester that morning about the agency’s mistake. Now he dreaded telling the old man he and Alyssa were being forced to live as man and wife for thirty days. Chester would somehow see such a thing as a sign that somebody up there was trying to tell Clint something. Clint easily recognized the calculating look in Chester’s eyes and frowned.

      “I know I’ve said it already, Clint, but your home is beautiful,” Alyssa said.

      Alyssa’s words reclaimed Clint’s attention. He moved his gaze from Chester and back to her. The side of her face was highlighted by the sun. The soft glow of her features made him remember their kiss and how good she had tasted. Even now he wouldn’t mind devouring her mouth again, relishing her taste once more. She glanced over at him and he felt a fierce tug in his stomach. He didn’t like the feeling one damn bit.

      Knowing she expected a response from him, he said, “Thanks. Let me introduce you to Chester and then I’ll show you around.”

      As if impatient for an introduction, Chester came down the steps and went directly to Alyssa, offered her his hand and gave a half laugh and said, “Welcome to the Golden Glade. So you’re Clint’s wife. We’re mighty glad to have you.” Before she could respond he added, “And you’re just what Clint needs around here.”

      And at that moment, Clint actually felt like slugging him.

      * * *

      The man’s words drew Alyssa up short. It was true that she and Clint were legally married, but as far as she was concerned it was nothing more than a mistake on paper. A mistake that needed to be rectified. But a comment like that made her aware of the seriousness of their situation and just how quickly they needed to resolve the matter.

      Not sure how to respond to Chester, Alyssa decided not to address his statement of their marital status and to accept his comment on the ranch by saying, “It’s a beautiful ranch.”

      Clint had walked around the truck and appeared at her side. She glanced up at him and saw he was frowning at the older man. Evidently he hadn’t appreciated the reminder of their situation, either.

      “Thanks, and Clint is doing a fine job keeping it that way,” Chester said. “But what I’ve told him numerous times is that what this ranch needs is a—”

      “Alyssa, this is Chester. Cook and housekeeper,” Clint said, smoothly interrupting whatever it was the older man had been about to say.

      Not to be outdone the man merely nodded. “What this ranch needs is a woman’s touch,” he said as if he had not been interrupted.

      Alyssa’s thoughts began to whirl. Why would Chester make such a comment? Didn’t he know that her and Clint’s marriage wasn’t real? She gave a quick glance at Clint but his features were unreadable. Deciding it wasn’t her place to meddle in what was going on between Clint and one of his employees, she turned her attention back to Chester and said, “It’s nice meeting you, Chester.”

      The man gave her a huge smile. “No, Alyssa, it is nice meeting you. Come on in and I’ll show you around.”

      “No, I’ll be showing Alyssa around,” Clint said.

      Both Alyssa and Chester turned to Clint. “I thought you had a lot of work to do,” Chester said.

      Alyssa had thought the very same thing and watched as Clint shrugged massive shoulders before he said, “What I have to do can wait.”

      Alyssa glanced back at Chester and for a quick second she could have sworn she’d seen a sparkle in the old man’s eyes. “Suit yourself, then,” Chester said. “I need to start dinner, anyway.” And then Alyssa watched as the older man gave her a final smile before going back into the house.

      “I’ll take you to the guest room you’ll be using before giving you a tour,” Clint said.

      Alyssa turned in time to see Clint walk over to the truck to get her overnight bag. She inclined her head as she continued to watch him. The man had such a sensuous walk, she thought.

      As if he’d felt her eyes on him, he turned with a concerned look on his face. ”Is everything all right, Alyssa?” he asked quietly.

      She suddenly felt the need to hug her arms and protect herself from his intense gaze, but she didn’t. Instead she appreciated his thoughtful consideration. No one had asked if everything was all right with her since her grandfather’s death. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” she said.

      He only nodded before opening the truck door to pull out her bag. He then turned and walked back toward her. She knew that he was uncomfortable with the situation they had been placed in and he didn’t like it any more than she did. But, they would work things out. She’d discovered five years ago that Clint Westmoreland was a man who could handle just about anything that came his way. She saw that strength in him and admired him for it.

      “Come this way,” he said. She noticed he had come to a stop directly in front of her. His closeness caused her to breathe unevenly and she swallowed deeply to get control of her emotions. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t spent time together before. While working that assignment five years ago, for one full week they’d been almost glued at the hip, trying to make their cover believable. They’d even shared a hotel room—although at night she would take the bed and he would crash on the sofa. But still they had shared close quarters and although she had been fully aware of him as a man, his СКАЧАТЬ