Romancing the Crown: Max & Elena. Linda Winstead Jones

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      At the time, he hadn’t thought it was necessary for him to know.

      Now he wasn’t so sure.

      “Maybe you’ll tell me what you’re used to over dinner,” he suggested.

      She looked at him and slowly, her lips peeled back into a smile. It was a line. She knew all about lines—and what was at the end of them.

      “Yeah, I can see you running a charm school all right,” she quipped. “But you can save your breath, Ryker. It’s wasted on me.”

      His smile matched hers and made her all the more wary because she couldn’t read what was behind it. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

      “You can be anything you want, but I’ve had my shots against pretty boys.” The Henderson’s son, Ted, had been almost too beautiful for words. He’d used his looks to his advantage like a skilled swordsman wielded a weapon. She’d been flattered that anyone as good-looking as Ted would pay attention to her. Until she’d realized what he actually wanted.

      Max had been called a lot of things in his time, but pretty boy wasn’t one of them. And when she said it, the connotation was far from flattering.

      “Maybe you’re putting me in a category where I don’t belong,” he told her.

      “I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, throwing his words back at him.

      There was no point in sparring this way. He nodded at the obligatory diner that stood like a tarnished, elongated silver can on the edge of the road. “Think the food here is decent?”

      She sincerely doubted it. But since it appeared to be the only place in town to serve food and they needed to eat, the point was moot.

      “Does the fact that it’s such a small town give you a clue?” she asked him.

      He wondered if she always saw the glass as half empty, or if this was a part she was playing for his benefit, the reason behind it being something he wasn’t allowed access to yet.

      “We could drive to the next town,” he offered.

      She had no idea how far that might be and it was already nightfall. Now that she thought back, she hadn’t eaten since around one. That had been a burger and fries as she had driven to her latest Weber sighting. A large container of coffee had been breakfast.

      “We’re here, we might as well give it a try. It might surprise us.”

      “Always up for a pleasant surprise,” he told her, pulling up next to a dusty blue pickup truck.

      The food turned out to be tolerable, though nothing Cara would have wanted to repeat on a regular basis. And the waitress was talkative enough. She looked at the photograph Cara gave her in between ongoing tirades about the condition of her tired feet.

      Studying the man’s face, the orange-haired woman nodded as she refilled their coffee cups.

      “Yeah, I seen him. Not much of a tipper,” she said regretfully. She looked around at her clientele. The diner was only one-third full. Cara was the only other woman in the place. “You get used to that kind of thing around here.”

      Cara tucked away the photograph. “How long ago did he leave?”

      “From here?” The waitress considered. “About two hours ago. Looked like he was in a hurry.”

      Listening, Max took a sip of the coffee. It only got worse with time, but it was hot and black and for now that was enough. “Got a mechanic?”

      “We’ve got Luther, but he’s away on vacation.” She grinned their way. “Likes to go fishing this time of year.”

      Well, that was one strike, Cara thought. “How about a hotel?”

      The waitress shook her head. A man at the end of the counter waved to get her attention. She waved back. “Nope, don’t have one of those. But there’s a motel a few miles up the road. They should have a vacancy.” She chuckled. “Hell, they always got a vacancy.” Coffeepot in hand, she began to retreat to the counter and the customer. “Make sure they give you clean sheets.”

      “This place just keeps getting better and better,” Cara murmured to Max after the woman left.

      He thought of the time he’d bummed around Europe before coming to his senses and heading out to where his grandfather lived.

      “I’ve been in worse.”

      She looked at him and sincerely doubted it.

      Chapter 5

      She’d had a bad feeling the moment she saw the so-called motel.

      Single story, the motel had rooms that were all connected to one another, fashioning a semicircle around a courtyard that had a dry, decaying fountain in the middle surrounded by dead, brown grass and dirt.

      Calling the motel run-down would have been kind, but in addition, the rear section of the structure resembled a burnt-out shell whose insides had all been painstakingly scraped away.

      With a shake of her head, Cara had marched into the manager’s office. It was too late to go hunting for another motel somewhere down the road. For now, this was going to have to do.

      Things only became more complicated.

      When she requested separate rooms for the night, the clerk shook his head.

      Keeping one eye on a television show about aliens turning up in a small, desolate, southwestern town, he told them, “Sorry folks. We had ourselves a little fire here last month. Gutted almost half our rooms. This is all we got left.” He gestured at the rack on the wall behind him. There was only one key dangling there. “This is our busy season,” he added with pride.

      Cara looked at the clerk’s balding spot as he glanced back at the television set on his desk and tried to imagine how slow the rest of the year must be if a seven-room occupancy represented the “busy season.” A seven-room occupancy in what was now, unfortunately for her, an eight-room motel.

      Standing at her elbow, Max made no secret that the situation amused him. That, and her ill-concealed discomfort over it.

      “You could sleep in the car,” he suggested.

      It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She glared at him. “Or you could.”

      But Max shook his head. He pressed a hand to the small of his spine. “Bad back. My roughing-it days are over.”

      It was a lie, but a small one and he figured he could be forgiven. Besides, spending the night in the car was guaranteed to give him a bad back.

      Yeah, Cara would just bet they were. The man was as physically fit as any she’d ever seen. Maybe even more so. There was no doubt in her mind that when he had a willing partner, consideration for his back was the last thing on the man’s mind. He looked capable of making love twisted up like a pretzel.

      “You try anything and you’ll find out just how ‘rough’ rough can be,” she warned under СКАЧАТЬ