The Rancher Wore Suits. Rita Herron

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      Heck, why had she told him that little bit of trivia?

      She’d just been so nervous and for a minute, he’d looked at her as if he was actually attracted to her, like he would really be interested in what she had to say, so she’d thought she’d seize the moment before it seized her, and she’d started babbling.

      Darn it, she’d promised herself no man would ever affect her this way again. Hadn’t she learned anything from her painful divorce? Jack had been a charmer, too. But looks didn’t mean a man had character or that he could accept flaws in someone else.

      She didn’t even like Dex Montgomery; how could she let him rattle her so? For heaven’s sakes, he didn’t even use his medical degree to help people; he’d swapped it for stock options and boardrooms.

      No, it wasn’t his potent sexuality. She was simply nervous because she’d hoped for his help in funding the hospital wing, and she had so much riding on his decision.

      And he’d made the decision in a skinny minute without a single humane thought about whom he might be hurting. Why shouldn’t he? The man had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had never wanted for anything, while she’d struggled for every scrap of education and every recognition she’d achieved. And those poor families and their sick children…

      She stopped at the entrance gate to the long wooded drive of his estate, cranked her window down, refusing to apologize as the glass squeaked and squawked. Finally, she turned to Dex, confused at the baffled look on his face as he stared at the security gate. She was tempted to leave him here and make him walk up the drive.

      Then again, maybe he was simply tired tonight, and tomorrow would be different.

      Yeah, right.

      Still, she pasted on a smile, forcing herself to be professional. “Go ahead, Dr. Montgomery, tell your security to let us through so you can get home to your family. I know you must be anxious to see them.”

      ANXIOUS was definitely the word, Ty thought, as he cleared his throat and tested his brother’s name—his new name for the next week or so—“This is Dex, and uh, Dr. Stovall.” He glanced at the doctor’s face, hoping to see some hint of forgiveness for his blunder, but she stared straight ahead as if he didn’t exist.

      So, she was a doctor, albeit one with a rattletrap of a car. That didn’t mean she had to snub him.

      He clenched his jaw, then realized he wasn’t thinking straight. She couldn’t be snubbing him because she had no idea he was Ty Cooper, Montana cowboy; she thought he was doctor/millionaire Dex Montgomery and she was mad because he hadn’t fallen into her trap and offered her money.

      Remembering his mission for being here, his anger died. He couldn’t get involved personally with her or anyone else because he’d be going back to Rolling Bend soon. Besides, when she found out who he was, she probably would snub him. Just as Paula had years ago. She was too educated to pay attention to the real Ty Cooper.

      No, he wouldn’t set himself up for that humiliation again.

      She shifted into drive again, the little bug spinning gravel as she bounced up the paved drive beneath an awning of trees that lined the entrance to Dex’s house. It was too dark to see if the grass was green, but since it was May he supposed it would be. Thank God they had grass, and Dex didn’t live in one of those downtown postage-sized, cookie-cutter condos surrounded entirely by brick and mortar. He thought of the rolling hills, the mossy green valleys and the dirt drive to the Cooper farmhouse and felt a pang of homesickness.

      Seconds later, he forgot it as he stared in awe at the mansion in front of him. The houses they’d passed were big enough to be hotels, but this one reminded him of the governor’s mansion.

      How many people actually lived here?

      Dex had mentioned his grandparents, a cook, a gardener, some kind of personal valet named George.

      All people he didn’t know.

      Whereas back home he had his grandparents, his adopted brothers Chad and Court, their wives Jenny and Brenda, and their kids.

      Dr. Stovall pulled into the circular stone drive in front of massive white columns and Ty gulped. Would the people in this mansion be waiting for him with welcoming arms or would they recognize him as a fraud the minute they saw him?

      Chapter Three

      Jessica watched Dex Montgomery unfold his long legs from the front of her car, grab his Gucci briefcase and his Louis Vuitton garment bag, and frowned. How many hospital gowns could she buy for needy kids with the money he spent on one piece of designer luggage alone?

      Irritated with herself for obsessing, she glanced up and saw him staring at his house, the oddest expression on his face. He shifted on one foot, frowning as if his feet hurt, then turned to her.

      If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was dreading going into his own home.

      He leaned into the still-open car door. “Thank you for the ride, Dr. Stovall.”

      So, he’d been trying to formulate a thank you. Obviously a difficult task for him. Didn’t he even thank his servants?

      A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m sorry if I offended you when I called you sugar. It was just something I picked up on my trip.”

      In Chicago. Where? From one of his love bunnies?

      She’d heard women fell all over him everywhere he went, but she didn’t intend to be one of them.

      “Forget it.” She fluttered her fingers to wave good-bye. “I’ll see you at the hospital.”

      His dark brows shot up as if he was surprised at her comment, but he quickly slid a mask over his expression. “I’m looking forward to it.”

      She nodded, then slid the car into gear and left him standing in his drive. Unable to resist, she checked her rearview mirror. To her surprise, his lips curved into a smile.

      The damn man was flirting with her!

      Dex Montgomery had never noticed her before; why would today be any different?

      Had he undergone a personality transplant in Chicago?

      TY WAS SURE he had blisters on his feet. Still, his aching toes couldn’t compare to the hollow feeling he had inside as he opened the door to the Montgomery house.

      Was Dex back at the ranch now, being embraced by his loving family? Would Ty get the same warm reception here?

      A moment of conscience attacked him for lying to the Coopers, but he shoved it aside. They had lied to him for thirty-two years.

      It was time he knew the truth.

      Time he met the other half of his family and learned about his father.

      He opened the heavy mahogany door and slipped inside. The sound of his leather shoes hitting polished marble sounded foreign to his ears. The ornate entryway shimmered with soft light from the two-story chandelier, crystal teardrops glittering like diamonds above him. He swallowed, listening for СКАЧАТЬ