Twin Secrets. Jules Bennett
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Название: Twin Secrets

Автор: Jules Bennett

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Desire

isbn: 9781474060868

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      The muscles in her jaw clenched as she glared at him. Damn if her sass and grit weren’t the sexiest things he’d seen in a long time.

      Agreement or not, this woman would be in his bed. Visions of that crimson red hair spread all around his navy sheets flooded his mind. But seduction would have to wait, at least until she wasn’t shooting daggers at him.

      “I don’t even want to know the position you think I’m qualified for.”

      Colt laughed, realizing he’d felt more alive being the target of her snarky attitude than he had in a long time. “I like you.”

      “Well, right now, I hate you.”

      He shrugged. “You’re the yin to my yang. Sounds like we’re going to get along perfectly in the stables.”

      “Stables?” she repeated, with a quirk of a brow.

      “I’m short a stable hand and you need a job. You can start tomorrow and I’ll use your wages toward the payments.”

      Annabelle pulled in a breath and shook her head. “I can’t work long hours. I have another commitment and I need a job that offers some flexibility.”

      He leaned forward, pleased when her eyes flared. “The way I see it, you don’t really have a choice. So, if this other obligation is going to get in the way, I suggest you give it up now.”

      For a split second Colt was convinced she was going to cry. He didn’t like being played and he figured she’d try to get his sympathy by weeping. But when she blinked and glanced away, Colt realized she was simply trying to control herself.

      Yeah, Annabelle was quite a strong woman to come here and face her father’s problem. Colt despised the man for putting his child in such a position. Everyone had their breaking point and Colt figured she’d dealt with her father’s addiction for far too long.

      The strength she projected was quite the turn-on. Too bad all this business got in the way of him getting her into his bedroom. Soon, he vowed.

      “Whatever this other commitment is, you’re going to have to let it go.”

      She shoved her hair behind her shoulders and turned her attention back to him. “I can’t. I will work here, but you have to understand there are times I will have to adjust my schedule. I can give you a few hours at a time.”

      Colt considered her ultimatum. He wasn’t one to give in to demands, but he had to admit, he liked what he saw with his new neighbor. Someone with that much grit would be a fun way to break up his days. Besides, remaining somewhat on her good side would only aid in his seduction plan.

      “Fine. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow morning,” he informed her.

      Annabelle laughed. “I can drive myself.”

      “If you hit another section of my fence, I’ll have to take the repairs out of your check and you’re indebted to me already. The transportation is nonnegotiable.”

      When she let out an extremely unladylike growl, Colt forced himself not to crack a smile. Not even a little one. He may hang out with cowboys all day and make business deals all other waking hours, but he knew how to treat a woman. His father had instilled manners in him—somewhat—and Colt wasn’t about to laugh in her face. But he couldn’t resist the fence jab or the scheme to get a few minutes of alone time with her each day.

      “Fine,” she gritted out between her teeth. “I’ll be ready.”

      When she turned to leave, he couldn’t help but take in the fine sway of her skirt and imagine what lay beneath.

      “Oh, one more thing.” He waited until she stopped, throwing a glance over her shoulder. “Be sure to wear old clothes. We tend to get dirty.”

      Her eyes flared before narrowing. “Did I mention that I hate you right now?”

      “It will pass,” he informed her with a smile. “See you first thing in the morning.”

       Three

      “You don’t have to do this, honey.”

      Annabelle pulled in a deep breath and attempted to count backward from ten. She moved off the last step and met her father’s worried gaze.

      Neil Carter stood next to the front door, his hair messed from more than just sleeping. She hadn’t expected her father to be waiting on her so early, but that’s the type of man he was. Neil may be a professional gambler, losing pretty much all he’d worked for and all he’d provided, but he loved his family. He’d been the rock when her mother passed while Annabelle and her sister had been in grade school—well, until it all became too much and he turned to gambling. But he hurt, too, and Annabelle knew he was devastated after Trish’s death only weeks ago. They both were. But for now, she could only deal with one crisis at a time.

      The mourning would have to come later, at least for her...because she had to get over the betrayal first and she truly didn’t even know if that was possible.

      “I do have to do this, dad.” Now was not the time to get into her arrangement with Colt, not when her ride was due any minute. “You left me no choice since we have no other way to pay.”

      Her father had lost his job at the factory one county over when he couldn’t make it to work on time. He’d been embarrassed to tell her, but now that she was back, there was no way to hide anything. She needed to be aware of every ugly truth so she could make things right.

      Her father raked a hand down his face and stared up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

      Wasn’t he always sorry after the fact? This time, though, she had to put her life on hold and dig them both out of this hell. She didn’t know what he would’ve done had she not come home.

      “I can’t do this right now, Dad. Between you and Colt, I’m pretty stuck. But we’ll get through this.”

      “I’ll talk to him,” her father vowed, his gaze seeking her once more. “I can make this work, Belle. I can stop gambling. I’ll get another job and help out. I know you and—”

      “No.” She held up a hand, not ready for him to take this conversation in another direction or make promises he couldn’t keep. “We’re going to be fine. I’ll still do everything I’d planned to, it’s just going to be on a different timeline.”

      As in, years away. The family life, the bed-and-breakfast...those plans would have to wait.

      The doorbell rang and Annabelle jerked her attention to the old oak door. Her father turned, but Annabelle stepped forward to cut him off.

      “I’ll get it.” Closing the space between them, she put her hand on her dad’s shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t be in here right now.”

      “But—”

      “No. You and I will talk, but not now and you’re not talking to Colt. You’ve done enough.”

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