Cowgirl Makes Three / Her Secret Rival. Myrna Mackenzie

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СКАЧАТЬ Ivy had heard the stories, heard the audible sighs, but right now she didn’t have the luxury of melting, even though she felt trapped and overwhelmed by his gaze, her heart thundering. What she had was the distinct feeling that Noah was going to try to brush her off quickly.

      “Maybe we could discuss this in your office,” she suggested, holding out her hand and taking a small step forward in the hope that he would simply step aside and let her cross the threshold.

      Bad idea. He moved, but forward, blocking her and bringing her outstretched fingertips into contact with his chest.

      He looked down at her hand, not budging. She could feel the warmth of his skin seeping through the white cotton of his shirt, and her breathing kicked up a notch. There was something very virile about this man, something a bit wild lurking beneath the surface.

      Noah Ballenger would be a hard man to handle. That was bad. Ivy was used to handling most men, and the ones she hadn’t been able to had almost destroyed her.

      She jerked her hand away. “Excuse me. I’m sorry. I—”

      “Why?” he asked. “Why would you even want a job here? The word is that you hated ranching. You took off as soon as your looks won you a modeling contract. Don’t try to tell me that you’ve rediscovered a love of the land.”

      Ivy looked way up into those amber eyes again, trying not to wince at Noah’s reference to her looks. Her appearance had been the one thing she’d been able to count on, but the scars she bore now were a painful and constant reminder of the day everything she valued had been torn from her.

      To her surprise, Noah was no longer frowning. His expression suggested a genuine need to know why she was here. But he still hadn’t budged or suggested that he might grant her an interview.

      She didn’t want to have to explain herself.

      But it didn’t look as if she had a choice.

      “Modeling isn’t an option anymore.” She had grown used to saying the words, so she could do it now without a trace of emotion in her voice, even though the frantic fear at having no way to make a living lurked right beneath the surface, threatening her composure.

      He stared at her for a few seconds, the intensity of his expression making her feel naked, nervous. She had a terrible need to duck her head, look down, hide what he was seeing. Even worse, his scrutiny of her damaged face was threatening her composure. She had an awful inclination to go back, relive those devastating moments two years ago. Don’t, don’t think about that day, please don’t. The words spilled out into her consciousness, saving her, and somehow she managed to keep staring directly at him. She forced herself not to remember the terrible, heartrending things that had brought her here to his door.

      His nod was almost as brusque as hers had been. “If you say it’s not an option, that’s your choice, but that still doesn’t explain your sudden interest in ranching when you hated it before.”

      Panic began to swirl within her. She didn’t want to talk about her motives. “Does it matter? As long as I can do the job?”

      “It depends,” he said. “If I wasn’t sure a man could do the job he claimed he could do, if his motives were suspect or if I would have to start the hiring process over in a few days because he decided that he’d changed his mind about working here, I’d ask a lot of questions.”

      She stood there, staring into those eyes. He didn’t back down. Finally she looked away.

      “Fair enough,” she said. “I’m here because the taxes are due on my parents’…that is, on my ranch and I don’t have the money.”

      “And you want to keep the property.”

      She shook her head. Hard. No, she hated that ranch. Just being there these past few days had brought back bitter memories. “I want to sell the ranch, but I have to pay the taxes before I can do that.” Did the desperation show in her voice? Did she have any pride left at all?

      Not much. She’d lost her pride along with her son, her husband and her career in a car crash two years ago, but she wasn’t sharing any of that with this man.

      “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to talk about this. You have the right to ask me why I want the job. The answer is the same one many other people would give. I need work. I know ranching.”

      “You hate it. That fact still stands.”

      She wouldn’t deny it. Ranching had ruled her father’s world. It hadn’t been good to her.

      “I know how to do the work.”

      He looked doubtful. He looked as if she could tell him that she’d won the Ranch Hand of the Year award and it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference to him.

      “Why not take a job in town?”

      Ivy took a deep breath. Should she tell him that she’d been turned away without an interview for every job the town had to offer? That snide smiles had accompanied the “Sorry, but no” responses she’d received?

      No. Those were Noah’s neighbors and friends.

      “That’s not an option, either,” she said. And, in truth, those had been jobs that were outside her skill set anyway. This one wasn’t.

      He was slowly shaking his head. “You seem to have ruled out a lot of options, lady. But working here…it’s just not possible.”

      “I’ll work hard,” she promised.

      “I never said you wouldn’t.”

      “So hire me. I heard that you needed someone.”

      “I need a big someone.”

      “I’m big.”

      For a minute she almost thought he was going to smile. He rubbed one hand over his jaw as if to hide his amusement. “You’re tall. I need someone beefy.”

      “I’ll eat more.”

      Now he did smile. Just a little. “Ivy…”

      “I can do this, Noah.”

      He shook his head again. “I’m sorry, Ivy, but you’ll find something else. Something will open up in town. I need a man.”

      Now she visibly bristled. “That’s discrimination. It’s illegal.”

      “So sue me.”

      As if he knew that she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. There just wasn’t time, even if she had the money for a lawyer. And if she had money, she would have already paid the taxes and left town.

      “Aren’t you even going to invite me in? Can’t we talk about this? You could give me…I know…you could give me a test. Let me do some chores just to show you—”

      “No,” he said stopping her. “I’m sorry, Ivy. It’s not happening. Goodbye.”

      With that, he stepped back and shut the door right in her face.

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