He bent and kissed her lightly. "Night."
And he was gone.
She walked into her room and closed the door, feeling impossibly happy and terrified all at the same time. What was going to happen when, inevitably, Egan discovered that her reason for going wasn"t his reason for inviting her? Because things were bound to come to a head. And either way, he"d discover for himself that she wasn"t the worldly woman he thought her. What would he do? She shuddered. He"d probably be furious enough to put her on the first plane to New York.
She reached for the doork.n.o.b. She almost went to tell him that she"d changed her mind. But the prospect of even a few days alone with him-to glory in his company-was like the prospect of heaven. And she was too besotted to give it up. Just a day, she promised herself. Just one day, and she"d confess everything and let him do his worst. But she had to have that precious time with him. It would last her all her life. It would be all she"d ever have of him.
Chapter Eight.
Her first sight of the Tetons as she and Egan flew over Jackson Hole made Kati catch her breath.
Seated beside Egan in the ranch"s small jet, she stared down at the velvety white tops of the jagged peaks with wonder.
"Oh, it"s beautiful," she whispered. "The most beautiful thing I"ve ever seen!"
"You"ve never been here in the winter, have you?" he asked, smiling. "I"d forgotten. Honey, if you think this is something, wait until I get you on the Snake."
"Snake?" Her ears perked up and she looked at him apprehensively.
"River," he added. "From the ranch house, we overlook the Snake, and the Tetons look like they"re sitting over us."
"I knew it was spectacular in the spring and summer," she sighed, staring back out the window. "But this is magic."
He watched her with quiet, smiling eyes. "I was born here, but it still sets me on my heels when I come home. A lot of battles have been fought over this land. By Shoshone and Arapaho and the white man, by ranchers and sheepmen and rustlers."
She glanced at him. "Are there still rustlers out West?"
"Of course, but now they work with trucks. We have a pretty good security system, though, so we don"t lose many. Feeding the cattle during the winters is our biggest problem," he said. "We"re pretty fanatical about haying out here, to get enough winter feed. A cow won"t paw her way through the snow to get food, Kati. She"ll stand there and starve first."
"I didn"t know that," she said, fascinated.
"You"ve got a lot to learn, city lady," he said with a soft laugh. "But I"ll teach you."
That, she thought, was what she feared. But she only smiled and watched the familiar lines of the big two-story white frame house come into view as they headed for the landing strip beyond it.
"How old is the house, Egan?" Kati asked after Egan had told the pilot to take the jet to the Jackson airport where it was based.
"Oh, I guess around eighty or ninety years," he said. He led her to a waiting pickup truck. "My grandfather built it."
"And called it White Lodge?" she asked, remembering that the ranch also was called by that name.
"No. That was my grandmother"s idea. She was Shoshone," he added with a smile.
She studied him quietly. "And your grandfather? Was he dark?"
He nodded. "The sun burns us brown. Despite all the d.a.m.ned paperwork, I still spend a lot of time on horseback."
"Hi, Boss!" Ramey yelled out the window of the pickup truck.
"Hi, Ramey!" Egan called back. He opened the door and put Kati inside, jerking a thumb at Ramey to get him out from behind the wheel.
"I ain"t such a bad driver," Ramey grumbled.
"I don"t care what kind of driver you are," Egan reminded him as he got in next to Kati and shut the door. "n.o.body drives me except me."
"On account of Larry ran him into a tree," Ramey explained as he shut his own door just before Egan started down the snowy ranch road. The young boy grinned at Egan"s thunderous look. "Broke Larry"s nose."
"Hitting the tree?" Kati asked innocently.
"Hitting the boss"s fist afterward" Ramey chuckled.
Kati glanced at Egan. "And I thought you were the sweetest-tempered man I"d ever met," she said dryly.
Ramey"s eyebrows arched. He started to speak, but Egan looked at him and that was all it took.
"Don"t reckon you got a Chinook tucked in your bag somewheres?" Ramey asked instead, his blue eyes twinkling.
"A what?" Kati asked blankly.
"Chinook," Egan said. "It"s a warm wind we get here in the winter. Melts the snow and gives us some relief." He looked over her head at Ramey. "How"s the feed holding out?"
"Just fine. We"ll make it, Gig says. Gig is our foreman," Ramey reminded her. "Kind of came with the ranch, if you know what I mean. n.o.body knows how old he is, and n.o.body"s keen to ask him."
"The answer might scare us," Egan chuckled. "d.a.m.n, this stuff is deep!"
He was running in the ruts Ramey had made coming to the landing strip, but it was still slow, hard going, and powdery snow was beginning to blow again.
"It"d be faster if we walked," Ramey suggested.
"Or rode." He shot a quick glance at Kati, letting his eyes run over her beige dress and high heels and short man-made fur coat. "G.o.d, wouldn"t you look right at home on horseback in that? I almost made you change before we left Ada"s."
She started to object to the wording and then let it go. Why start trouble?
"No comeback?" Egan chided. "No remarks about my tyrannical personality?"
"Why, Mr. Winthrop, I"m the very soul of tact," she said haughtily.
"Especially when you"re telling me to go to h.e.l.l," was the lightning comeback.
She flushed, noticing Ramey"s puzzled look.
"We, uh, sometimes have our, uh, little differences," she tried to explain.
"Yes, ma"am, I recall," Ramey murmured, and she remembered that he"d been nearby when she had walked furiously off the ranch that summer.
She cleared her throat. "Well, you do have the Tetons at your back door, don"t you?" she asked Egan, who seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.
He followed her gaze to the high peaks rising behind the house. "Indeed we do. And the river within sight of the front door," he added, indicating the winding silver ribbon of the Snake that cut through the valley far below the house.
"Elk and moose and antelope graze out there during the winter," he told her. "And buffalo used to, in frontier days."
"I"ve never seen a moose," she said.
"Maybe this time," he told her.
She watched as Egan"s elderly housekeeper waddled onto the front porch, shading her eyes against the blinding white of the snow. Egan left the truck idling for Ramey and lifted Kati off the seat and into his hard arms. The sheepskin coat he wore made him seem twice as broad across the chest and shoulders.
"You"re hardly equipped for walking in the snow," he murmured, indicating her high heels. "I hope you packed some sensible things."
"Hiking boots, jeans and sweaters," she said smartly.
"Good girl. Hold on."
She clung as he strode easily through the high blanket of snow and up onto the steps, his boots echoing even through the snow against the hard wood. Dessie Teal was watching with a grin, her broad face all smiles under her brown eyes and salt-and-pepper hair.
"I never would have believed it," she muttered as Egan set Kati back on her feet. "And I don"t see a bruise on either one of you."
"We don"t fight all the time," Egan said coolly.
"Well, neither do them Arabs, Egan," Dessie returned, "but I was just remarking how nice it was that you and Miss James seemed to be in a state of temporary truce, that"s all."
"She came to research a book about Wyoming in the old days," Egan told the old woman gruffly, his eyes daring her to make anything else of it.
Dessie shrugged. "Whatever you want to call it. A book about frontier days, huh?" she asked, leading Kati into the house. "Well, you just go talk to Gig, he"ll tell you more than any book will. His daddy fought in the Johnson County range war."
Kati asked what that had been about and was treated to fifteen minutes of Wyoming history, including references to the range wars between cattlemen and sheepmen, and the ferocity of Wyoming winters.
"My brother froze to death working cattle one winter," Dessie added later, when Kati had changed into jeans, boots and a sweater and was drinking coffee with the housekeeper in the kitchen. "He fell and broke his leg and couldn"t get up again. He was solid ice when one of the men found him." She shivered delicately. "This ain"t the place for tenderfeet, I"ll tell you." She paused in the act of putting a big roast into the oven. "How come you and Egan ain"t fighting?"
"He"s trying to get me into bed," Kati returned bluntly and grinned wickedly at the housekeeper"s blush.
"I deserved that," Dessie muttered and burst into laughter. "I sure did. Ask a foolish question...Well, I might as well make it worse. Is he going to?"
Kati shook her head slowly. "Not my kind of life," she said. "I"m too old-fashioned."
"Good for you," Dessie said vehemently. "Honest to G.o.d, I don"t know what"s got into girls these days. Why, we used to go two or three dates before we"d hold hands with a boy. Nowadays, it"s into bed on the first one. And they wonder why n.o.body"s happy. You gorge yourself on candy and you don"t want it no more. At least, that"s how I see it."
"You and I should join a missionary society," Kati told her. "We don"t belong in the modern world."
Dessie grinned at her. "Well, speaking for myself, I ain"t in it. Can"t get much more primitive than this, I reckon, despite all the modern gadgets Egan bought me for the kitchen."
"I understand what you mean." She leaned back in the chair and sipped her coffee. "Did Egan really not want to be a rancher?" she asked.
Dessie measured that question before she answered it. "I don"t think he knew exactly what he did want. Politics used to fascinate him. But then, so did business. And that"s mostly what ranching is these days-it"s business. He has Gig to look after the practical side of it while he buys and sells cattle and concentrates on herd improvement and diversification." She grinned sheepishly. "What big words!"
"Is he happy?" Kati asked, because it mattered.
"No," Dessie said quietly. "He"s got n.o.body except Miss Ada."
Kati studied her coffee cup, amazed at how deeply that hurt her. "He"s...not handsome, but he has a way with him. And he attracts women," she added, remembering Jennie.
"Not the right kind of women" came the tart reply. "Not ever one he could bring to this ranch. Until now."
Kati blushed to the roots of her hair.
"Now what are you doing?" Egan growled from the doorway, taking in Kati"s red face and Dessie"s shocked expression at his sudden appearance. "Talking about me behind my back, I guess?"
"Well, who else is there to talk about?" Dessie threw up her hands. "I never see anybody except you. Well, there"s Ramey, of course, but he don"t do nothing interesting enough to gossip about, does he?"
Egan shook his head on a tired sigh. "I guess not. d.a.m.n. You and your logical arguments." He took off his hat and coat. "What"s for dinner? I"m half-starved."
"You"re always half-starved. There"s some sliced turkey in the refrigerator, left over from my solitary Christmas dinner I had all by myself, alone, yesterday."
Egan glanced at the old woman. "Did you have a good time?" he asked.
"I told you I ate by myself!" Dessie growled.
"Well, I guess that means you didn"t have any company," Egan said pleasantly.
"Wait," the housekeeper said, "until tonight. And see what I feed you for supper."
"Let me die of starvation, then," he said. "I"ll call up Ada and tell her you won"t feed me, and see what you do then!"
Dessie threw down her ap.r.o.n. "Hard case," she accused, her lower lips thrusting out. "Just hit me in my weakest spot, why don"t you?"
Egan grinned, winking at Kati, who was seeing a side of him she hadn"t dreamed existed. She liked this big, laughing man who seemed so at home in the wilderness.
He even looked different from the man in the pinstripe suit in Ada"s apartment. He was wearing denim now, from head to foot, and a pair of disreputable brown boots that had seen better days-along with a hat that was surely obsolete. The only relatively new piece of apparel he had was the sheepskin coat he"d just taken off. But he seemed bigger and tougher and in every way more appealing than the sophisticated executive.
"You look different," Kati remarked absently, watching him.
He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow as he carried turkey and mayonnaise to the table. "I do?"
"His looks ain"t improved," Dessie argued.
"Just mind your own business, thank you," he drawled in her direction and watched her go back to her roast. "And don"t burn that thing up like you did the last one!"
"I didn"t burn nothing up," she shot back. "That stupid dog of yours got in here and reared up on my stove and changed the heat setting!"
"Durango doesn"t get in the house," he told her. "And he isn"t smart enough to work a stove, despite being the best cattle dog I own."
"Well, I wouldn"t turn my back on him," she muttered. She put the roast in the oven and closed the door. "Excuse me. I got to go to the cellar and get apples. I thought you might like an apple pie. Not that you deserve one," she added, glaring back as she went out the door.