The Renegade Cowboy Returns. Tina Leonard
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Название: The Renegade Cowboy Returns
Автор: Tina Leonard
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon American Romance
isbn: 9781408995020
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The stray thought made Gage even more nervous. Since his relationship with Cat’s mother, Leslie, he’d stayed busy, making no time for dating. A night or two with a lady sufficed.
He shouldn’t feel differently about this russet-haired Irishwoman. For many reasons—not the least of which would be not wanting to play right into Jonas’s hands.
A man had his pride. Gage looked away from the redhead with the big eyes.
“I didn’t do anything for either of you,” Chelsea said. “I like Cat. She reminds me of myself at that age.”
He couldn’t imagine any resemblance, in any way, between the two of them. But he smiled. “Thanks.”
“No thanks necessary.”
There was no reason to keep Chelsea outside longer than he had, either. The shame of it was he really wanted to talk to her more. His heart drummed inside him, and he wished he had his typical easy talk at his disposal. But he didn’t.
And then he did the unthinkable, brushing his lips from the side of her mouth to her cheek, as “just friends” as he could manage.
God, she was soft.
“See you around,” he said, not hanging in to find out what price he might have to pay for stealing a brotherly peck. He didn’t know what had possessed him. He’d let his mouth do the speaking his voice couldn’t. “I’m leaving, Cat! Are you coming?”
“I’ll catch up in a sec!” she yelled back from upstairs. He heard the screen door close as Chelsea went inside.
Good thing, too. Or he’d be tempted to go back for another helping of “just friends.”
Now that he knew how soft she was, he was going to have to put the brakes on temptation. Hard.
Chapter Five
Chelsea went inside to help her mother with dinner, completely stunned that Gage had kissed her. Sure, it was a non-kiss, really, as kisses went—but yesterday they hadn’t even been on shaking-hands terms.
Of course, it hadn’t been anything more than Gage expressing his gratitude. New-overwhelmed-dad gratitude.
He appreciated her and her mom being nice to his daughter. That was all the brief peck had meant.
It had “just friends” written on it. Quick and fast and…like it hadn’t meant anything except thanks.
She was amazed to see Moira and Cat busy chopping vegetables. “What can I do to help, Mum?”
“Nothing at the moment. The cake is made, dinner is almost finished. We’re just finishing up a big salad for Gage. And a sweet potato casserole.”
Cat glanced up at her. “We get a baked chicken. Dad gets portobello mushroom skewers.”
“You go write, dear,” her mother said.
“You should,” Cat agreed. Chelsea wondered if that was her subtle way of trying to keep Moira to herself. “I read what was on your laptop—by accident. I went into your room to find you, but you weren’t there.”
Chelsea raised a brow. “And you just happened to make yourself at home on my laptop?”
“I didn’t touch anything. You left the screen up.” Cat shrugged. “Anyway, it’s going to get read if it ever gets published.”
“It is getting published, and I don’t allow anyone to read my work until I say it’s all right to.” This was something they were going to have to straighten out pronto. Cat would have to understand that her room was off-limits.
“Anyway,” the teen said, “I just thought you should know that Tempest is a real flesh-and-blood person. I can actually see her.” Cat took a bite of carrot, considering her thoughts. “Bronwyn, not so much. She seems kind of wishy-washy. Cardboard.”
Chelsea and Moira stared at Cat. Chelsea wasn’t certain what to think about the critique—although she had a funny feeling it was dead-on. “Please don’t read my work anymore, Cat, unless I give you permission.”
She nodded. “I won’t. Miss Moira says she’s going to take me to the library and get me some books by great authors. Great texts, is what she calls them. Suitable for my advanced level.” She beamed, pretty proud of that praise.
Chelsea shook her head, recognizing the teacher at work. She sank onto a bar stool and looked at Gage’s daughter. “Permission aside, that was a pretty confident critique.”
“I know.” Cat nodded. “My teacher says I should consider journalism. Maybe even poli-sci.”
The front door opened, interrupting the conversation.
“Cat!” Gage called from the front door.
“Yes, Dad?”
“I thought you were going to catch up with me?”
“I am.” She put down the carrot she’d been chopping. “I’m sorry, Miss Moira. I have to go help my dad.”
“You go, love,” she replied, amused.
“Will you finish helping her?” Cat asked Chelsea. “There’s a lot left to do.” She went out of the kitchen, and the front door closed a moment later.
“Goodness.” Moira laughed. “She’s a bit of an old soul, isn’t she?”
“Yes.” Chelsea took over the chopping. “I’m not too happy with her critique, either.”
“Oh, don’t be angry with the lamb,” her mother said. “You know our rules may be different from what she has at home. I don’t sense that she gets a lot of supervision. Now that you’ve explained the boundaries, I’m sure she’ll respect them.”
Gage would insist on his daughter respecting boundaries. That much she could tell about Gage—he tried to keep distance where it needed to be.
Except when he’d kissed her.
And she hadn’t even smacked him, as she’d promised herself she would if he ever stepped over her lines.
Like Cat, he’d crossed her limit so nicely. In such an ordinary way. It had barely been a kiss—and yet it had felt strangely as if there’d been deeper meaning behind it.
Boundaries.
Like father, like daughter.
“Boundaries are good,” she told her mom. “We’ll work on them.”
* * *
DINNER WAS SET ON THE PATIO, and Gage and Cat gathered around, looking hungry, and in Cat’s case, tired and a tiny bit red in the face from exertion and late-afternoon sun. They washed up and then sank down gratefully to join Moira and Chelsea.
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