Texas Cinderella / The Texas CEO's Secret. Victoria Pade

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      “You found a dead guy?” he asked, trying not to be amused.

      “He’d died in his sleep, of a heart attack. But that was it for me—that was when I went with the restaurant work. Then, as soon as I could get on with a news station even just running errands, I grabbed it.”

      “I take it the scholarship wasn’t all that great?” he said apologetically.

      “No, it was,” she assured him, not wanting to sound ungrateful. “I wasn’t complaining. The scholarship paid my full tuition. But I had to earn money for books and fees and living expenses.”

      “I know you weren’t complaining. I think I was just feeling guilty because I partied and played my way through college.”

      “You partied and played your way through middle school and high school, too,” she reminded him.

      He smiled sheepishly. “That I did. In fact, I was thinking about you last night—about what I remembered of you growing up—”

      “Not much, I’ll bet,” Tanya said, pushing away her plate because she’d eaten all she could.

      His smile widened as he sat back, apparently finished eating as well. “Actually, I remembered that you were the you-shouldn’t-do-that kid.”

      “You’ve lost me,” she said, not sure what he was talking about.

      “My most vivid memories of you are of looking up from something Buzz and I were about to do and seeing this big-eyed kid who had appeared out of nowhere to stand on the sidelines, very stoically shaking her head at me, and saying, you shouldn’t do that…”

      Tanya laughed. “I don’t remember that.”

      “Oh, yeah. I remember because you were usually right. Of course I just thought you were some annoying little kid sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong. But you were still right. The day Buzz and I tried out our dirt bikes on the front lawn—we were thirteen so you had to be—”

      “Six.”

      “And you said, you shouldn’t do that, the gardener will get mad…”

      “And you did it anyway.”

      “And tore up the lawn. And the gardener did get mad, and so did my parents. I was grounded for two weeks. Then there was the time when we set up a ramp at the edge of the pool. We had new scooters and we were sure that with enough height we could jump the shallow end. There you were, doing your you-shouldn’t-do-that thing again. I’m pretty sure I said something rude to you and told you to go away. You wouldn’t go away and I figured I’d show you that you were nothing but a dumb kid. I ended up in the pool, destroyed the scooter and broke my leg. That cost me another two weeks of grounding.”

      Tanya laughed. “I honestly don’t remember ever saying you shouldn’t do anything.”

      “Then there was my party—”

      “I remember the party. You were seventeen, I was ten. I watched from the bushes until my mom caught me. But I still don’t recall a ‘you shouldn’t do that.’”

      “Oh, yeah. I had permission to have twelve people over to swim that night. But nobody was going to be home so Buzz and I handed out flyers to everyone we knew and some people we didn’t. We paid an older guy to buy beer and we were sneaking the kegs in the back and talking about what a huge, blowout bash the party was going to be. And again you appeared from out of nowhere to say—”

      “You shouldn’t do that?”

      He pointed an index finger at her. “The you-shouldn’t-do-that kid.”

      They both laughed.

      “That one cost me a month out of my summer—I was going to get to stay home while my family vacationed in Italy but because of the party, my parents decided I couldn’t be trusted and made me go with them.”

      Tanya shrugged. “Guess you shouldn’t have done that,” she joked as she stood and began to clear the table.

      She half expected Tate to remain seated there while she did the work but he got up, too, and, side by side, they cleaned the dinner mess.

      “What about you?” he asked as they did. “Did you go through your teens toeing the line like you thought I should have?”

      “I kind of did, actually,” she answered. “We might have grown up in the same general vicinity for the most part but, believe me, my life was completely different than yours. From the minute I was old enough to work I was expected to show responsibility by getting a job. So when I was here I worked in the ice cream shop—more food service. When I was with my grandparents I worked—”

      “When you were with your grandparents? I didn’t know you spent time away from here.”

      “Quite a bit of time. But that’s a whole other story.” And since the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, his kitchen was in order again and it was getting late, she said, “A whole other story I’ll save so we can call it a night—I promised my mother I’d be back before she went to bed and you must be tired yourself.”

      “Trouble sleeping, remember? But I wouldn’t want you to keep JoBeth up waiting for you.”

      And worrying that she was staying any later than was necessary…

      Tate walked Tanya to the door and put his hand on the knob to open it for her. But rather than doing that, he stayed in that position while pausing to look at her with the door still closed.

      “This was nice,” he said as if that surprised him.

      “It was. Thanks for dinner. You get points for today and points for your cooking talents, too.”

      “Points? I didn’t know there was a scorecard.”

      “Not literally.”

      “And why did I get points for today?”

      “Because what I saw of you was so eye-opening.”

      “In what way?”

      “I don’t remember the ‘you shouldn’t do thats.’ But I do remember you doing some wild and reckless things in pursuit of fun and frolic—which was all I thought you were about. Mr. Good-Time. But today I saw for myself that there is more to you…”

      Why had her voice gotten softer by the end of that? Why had it sounded almost intimate? And why was she staring up at him and thinking that she really was seeing him through new eyes? And that she liked what she was seeing so much more than when she’d thought he was just a handsome face…

      “Anyway,” she said, trying for a more normal tone and to halt the thoughts and feelings that were suddenly running through her. “I admired what I saw of what you did today and it will definitely be a part of the collage of the McCords.”

      He smiled. “I was impressed with you today, too,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if you were all talk or not, but you dug right in. And you didn’t СКАЧАТЬ