Adam swore under his breath and began pacing again. The Whitelaws were known all over Texas for the excellent quarter horses they bred and trained. He had once met Garth Whitelaw at a quarter horse sale. And he was intimately acquainted with Jesse Whitelaw. Tate"s brother Jesse, the one she hadn"t seen in years, had recently married Honey Farrell-the woman Adam loved.
Honey"s ranch, the Flying Diamond, bordered the Lazy S. Fortunately, with the strained relations between Adam and Jesse Whitelaw, Tate"s brother wasn"t likely to be visiting the Lazy S anytime soon.
Adam turned his attention to the young woman he had rescued from the side of the road. Her short black hair was windblown around her face, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She was gnawing worriedly on her lower lip-something he thought he might like to do himself.
Adam felt that telltale tightening in his groin. He tucked his thumbs into his jeans to keep from reaching out to touch her.
Tate crossed her legs and clutched her knee with laced fingers. She could feel the tension in Adam. A muscle worked in his jaw, and his expression was forbidding. A shiver ran down her spine. But it wasn"t fear she felt, it was antic.i.p.ation.
She was so nervous her voice cracked when she tried to speak. She cleared her throat and asked, "So, do I get the job?"
"I haven"t made up my mind yet."
Tate was on her feet and at Adam"s side in an instant. "I"d be good at it," she argued. "You wouldn"t be sorry you hired me."
Adam had his doubts about that. His blood thrummed as he caught the faint scent of lilacs from her hair. He was already sorry he had stopped to pick her up. He couldn"t be anywhere near her without feeling as randy as a teenager. That was a fine state of affairs when he had appointed himself her guardian in her brothers" stead. But he believed Tate when she had said she would just run away again if her brothers tried taking her home. Surely she would be better off here where he could keep a close eye on her.
He carefully stepped away from her and went around to sit behind his desk. Perhaps it would provide a more comfortable barrier between himself and the uncontrollable urges that struck him when he got within touching distance of this engaging runaway.
He steepled his fingers and said, "The job I have available isn"t the same one that was advertised."
She braced her palms on the desk and leaned toward him. "Oh? Why not?"
Adam took one look at what her careless posture in the peasant blouse revealed and forced his gaze upward to her wide hazel eyes. "It"s complicated."
"How?"
Why didn"t she move? He had the irresistible urge to reach out and-He jumped up from behind his desk and started pacing again. "You"d have to know a little bit about what"s happened on the Lazy S over the past couple of months."
Tate draped herself sideways across the chair in front of the desk, one leg swinging to release the tension, and said, "I"m listening."
"My previous ranch manager was a crook. He"s in prison now, but besides stealing other people"s cattle, he embezzled from me. He left my affairs in a mess. Originally, I"d intended to hire someone else to try to straighten things out. Lately I"ve decided to put my medical practice on hold-"
"Wait a minute!"
Tate sat up and her feet dropped to the floor, depriving Adam of the delicious view he"d had of her derriere.
"Do you mean to tell me you"re a doctor?" she asked incredulously.
He shrugged sheepishly. "Afraid so. Over the past few months I"ve been transferring my practice to another physician who"s moved into the area, Dr. Susan Kowalski. Now I have time to supervise the work on the Lazy S myself. What I really need is someone I can trust to organize the paperwork and do the bookkeeping."
Adam pointed to the computer on a stand near his desk. "That thing and I don"t get along. I can"t pay much," Adam admitted, "but the job includes room and board." That would keep her from sleeping in her truck, which was about all Adam suspected she could afford right now.
Tate wrinkled her nose. She had cut her teeth on the computer at Hawk"s Way, and what she didn"t know about bookkeeping hadn"t been discovered. But it was the kind of work she liked least of everything she"d done at Hawk"s Way. Still, a job was a job. And this was the best offer she had gotten.
"All right. I accept."
Tate stood and held a hand out to Adam to shake on the deal.
When Adam touched her flesh he was appalled by the electricity that streaked between them. He had suspected his attraction to Tate, all the while warning himself not to get involved. His powerful, instantaneous reaction to her still caught him by surprise. He blamed it on the fact that it had been too d.a.m.n long since he"d had a woman. There were plenty who would willingly satisfy his needs, women who knew the score.
He absolutely, positively, was not going to get involved with a twenty-three-year-old virgin. Especially not some virgin who wanted a husband and a family. For Adam Philips wouldn"t give her one-and couldn"t give her the other.
Tate was astonished by the jolt she received simply from the clasp of Adam"s hand. She looked up into his blue eyes and saw a flash of desire quickly banked. She jerked her hand away, said, "I"m sure we"re both going to enjoy this relationship," then flushed at the more intimate interpretation that could be put on her words.
Adam"s lips curled in a cynical smile. She was a lamb, all right, and a wily old wolf like himself would be smart to keep his distance. He didn"t intend to tell her brothers where she was. But he was betting that sooner or later word of her presence on the Lazy S would leak out, and they would find her. When they did, all h.e.l.l was going to break loose.
Adam shook his head when he thought of what he was getting himself into. Tate Whitelaw was Trouble with a capital T.
"Where do I bunk in?" Tate asked.
Adam dragged his Stetson off and ruffled his blond hair where the sweat had matted it down. He hadn"t thought about where he would put her. His previous foreman had occupied a separate room at one end of the bunkhouse. That obviously wouldn"t do for Tate.
"I suppose you"ll have to stay here in the house," he said. "There"s a guest bedroom in the other wing. Come along and I"ll show you where it is."
He walked her back through the house, describing the layout of things as they went along. "My bedroom is next to the office. The living room, family room and kitchen are in the center of the house. The last bedroom down the hall on this other wing was set up for medical emergencies, and I haven"t had time to refurnish it. The first bedroom on this wing will be your room."
Adam opened the door to a room that had a distinctively southwestern flavor. The furniture was antique Americana, with woven rugs on the floor, a rocker, a dry sink, a wardrobe and a large maple four-poster covered with a brightly patterned quilt. The room felt light and airy. That image was helped by the large sliding gla.s.s door that opened onto the courtyard.
Tate sat down on the bed and bounced a couple of times. "Feels plenty comfortable." She turned and smiled her thanks up at Adam.
The smile froze on her face.
His look was avid, his nostrils flared. She was suddenly aware of the softness of the bed. The fact that they were alone. And that she didn"t know Adam Philips...from Adam.
However, the part of Tate that was alive to the danger of the situation was squelched by the part of her that was exhilarated to discover she could have such a profound effect on this man. Adam was quite unlike the men her brothers had so peremptorily ejected from Hawk"s Way. In some way she could not explain, he was different. She knew instinctively that his kiss, his touch, would be unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Nor did she feel the same person when she was near him. With this man, she was different. She was no longer her brothers" little sister. She was a woman, with a woman"s need to be loved by one special man.
Instead of scooting quickly off the bed, she stayed right where she was. She tried her feminine wings just a bit by languidly turning on her side and propping her head up with her hand. She pulled one leg up slightly, mimicking the s.e.xy poses she had seen in some of her brothers" magazines-the ones they thought she knew nothing about.
Adam"s reaction was everything she could have wished for. His whole body tautened. A vein in his temple throbbed. The muscles in his throat worked spasmodically. And something else happened. Something which, considering the level she was lying at, she couldn"t help observing.
It was fascinating. She had never actually watched it happen to a man before. Mostly, the men she had dated were already in that condition before she had an opportunity to notice. The changing shape of Adam"s Levi"s left no doubt that he was becoming undeniably, indisputably, absolutely, completely aroused.
She gasped, and her eyes sought out his face to see what he intended to do about it.
Nothing! Adam thought. He was going to do absolutely nothing about the fact this hoyden in blue jeans had him harder than a rock in ten seconds flat!
"If you"re done testing your feminine wiles, I"d like to finish showing you the house," Adam said.
Humiliated by the sarcasm in his voice, Tate quickly scooted off the bed. She had no trouble recognizing his feelings now. Irritation. Frustration. She felt the same things herself. She had never imagined how powerful desire could be. It was a lesson she wouldn"t forget.
She stood before him, chin high, unwilling to admit blame or shame or regret for what she had done. "I"m ready."
Then strip down and get into that bed.
Adam clenched his teeth to keep from saying what he was thinking. He didn"t know when he had felt such unbridled l.u.s.t for a woman. It wasn"t decent. But he d.a.m.n sure wasn"t going to do anything about it!
"Come on," he growled. "Follow me."
Tate followed Adam back through the house to the kitchen, where they found a short, rotund Mexican woman with snapping black eyes and round, rosy cheeks. She was chopping onions at the counter. Tate was treated to a smile that revealed two rows of brilliant white teeth.
"Who have you brought to meet me, Senor Adam?" the woman asked.
"Maria, this is Tate Whitelaw. She"s going to be my new bookkeeper. Tate will be staying in the guest bedroom. Tate, I"d like you to meet my housekeeper, Maria Fuentes."
"Buenos dias, Maria," Tate said.
"Habla usted espanol?" Maria asked.
"You"ve already heard all I know," Tate said with a self-deprecating grin.
Maria turned to Adam and said in Spanish, "She is very pretty, this one. And very young. Perhaps you would wish me to be her duena."
Adam flushed and answered in Spanish, "I"m well aware of her age, Maria. She doesn"t need a chaperon around me."
The Mexican woman arched a disbelieving brow. Again in Spanish she said, "You are a man, Senor Adam. And her eyes, they smile at you. It would be hard for any man to refuse such an invitation. No?"
"No!" Adam retorted. Then added in Spanish, "I mean, no I wouldn"t take advantage of her. She has no idea what she"s saying with her eyes."
Maria"s disbelieving brow arched higher. "If you say so, Senor Adam."
Tate had been trying to follow the Spanish conversation, but the only words she recognized were "Maria," "chaperon," "Senor Adam" and "No." The look on Maria"s face made it clear she disapproved of the fact Tate would be living in the house alone with Adam. Well, she didn"t need a chaperon any more than she needed a keeper. She could take care of herself.
Fortunately, it wasn"t necessary for her to interrupt the conversation. A knock at the kitchen door did it for her. The door opened before anyone could answer it, and a young cowhand stuck his head inside. He had brown eyes and auburn hair and a face so tanned it looked like rawhide.
"Adam? You"re needed in the barn to take a look at that mare, Break of Day. She"s having some trouble foaling."
"Sure. I"ll be there in a minute, Buck."
Instead of leaving, the cowhand stood where he was, his eyes glued on the vision in a peasant blouse and skin-tight jeans standing in Adam"s kitchen. He stepped inside the door, slipped his hat off his head, and said, "Name"s Buck, ma"am."
Tate smiled and held out her hand. "Tate Wh-atly."
The cowboy shook her hand and then stood there foolishly grinning at her.
Adam groaned inwardly. This was a complication he should have foreseen, but hadn"t. Tate was bound to charm every cowhand on the place. He quickly crossed past her and put a hand on Buck"s shoulder to urge him out the door. "Let"s go."
"Can I come with you?" Tate asked.
Before Adam could say no, Buck spoke up.
"Why sure, ma"am," the cowboy said. "Be glad to have you along."
There wasn"t much Adam could say except, "You can come. But stay out of the way."
"What kind of trouble is the mare having?" Adam asked as they crossed the short distance to the barn, Tate following on their heels.
"She"s down and her breathing"s labored," Buck said.
Tate saw as soon as they entered the stall that the mare was indeed in trouble. Her features were grim as she settled onto the straw beside the mare"s head. "There now, pretty lady. I know it"s hard. Just relax, you pretty lady, and everything will be all right."
Adam and Buck exchanged a look of surprise and approval at the calm, matter-of-fact way Tate had insinuated herself with the mare. The mare lifted her head and whickered in response to the sound of Tate"s voice. Then she lay back down and a long, low groan escaped her.
Tate held the mare"s head while Adam examined her. "It"s twins."
"Why that"s wonderful!" Tate exclaimed.
"One of them"s turned wrong, blocking the birth ca.n.a.l." In fact, there was one hoof from each of the twins showing.
"Surely your vet can deliver them!"
Adam"s features were somber as he answered, "He"s out of town at his daughter"s wedding." Adam couldn"t imagine a way to save either foal, entangled as they were.
Tate"s excitement vanished to be replaced with foreboding. She had encountered this problem once before, and the result had come close to being disastrous. Garth had managed to save the mare and both foals, but it had been a very near thing.
"I"ll have to take one foal to save the other," Adam said in a flat voice.
"You mean, destroy it?" Tate asked. She couldn"t bring herself to say "dismember it" though that was what Adam was suggesting.
"There"s nothing else I can do." Adam turned to the cowboy and said, "Buck, see if you can find me some rope."
Tate stroked the mare"s neck, trying to keep the animal calm. She looked up and saw the dread in Adam"s eyes. It was never easy to make such decisions, yet they were a constant part of ranch life.
She was hesitant to interfere, but there was the tiniest chance the second foal could be saved. "My brother Garth went through this not too long ago. He was able to save both foals by-"
Buck arrived and interrupted with, "Here"s the rope, Adam. Do you need my help?"
"I"m not sure. I"d appreciate it if you"d stay."
Buck propped a foot on the edge of the stall and leaned his arms across the top rail to watch as Adam knelt beside the mare and began to fashion a noose with the rope.
Adam paused and glanced over at Tate. She was gnawing on her lower lip again while she smoothed her hand over the mare"s sleek neck.
Adam found himself saying, "If you know something that can be done to save both foals, I"m willing to give it a try."
He watched Tate"s whole face light up.
"Yes! Yes, I do." She quickly explained how Garth had repositioned the foals.
"I"m not sure I-"
"You can do it!" Tate encouraged. "I know you can!"
Her glowing look made him think he might be able to move mountains. As for saving two spindly foals...It was at least worth a try.
A half hour later, sweat had made damp patches under the arms and down the back of Adam"s chambray shirt. He had paused in what he was doing long enough to tie a navy blue bandanna around his forehead to keep the salty wetness out of his eyes. He worked quietly, efficiently, aware of the life-and-death nature of his task.