irresistible urge to reach out andâHe jumped up from behind his desk and started pacing again. âYouâd have to know a little bit about whatâs happened on the Lazy S over the past couple of months.â
Tate draped herself sideways across the chair in front of the desk, one leg swinging to release the tension, and said, âIâm listening.â
âMy previous ranch manager was a crook. Heâs in prison now, but besides stealing other peopleâs cattle, he embezzled from me. He left my affairs in a mess. Originally, Iâd intended to hire someone else to try to straighten things out. Lately Iâve decided to put my medical practice on holdââ
âWait a minute!â
Tate sat up and her feet dropped to the floor, depriving Adam of the delicious view heâd had of her derriere.
âDo you mean to tell me youâre a doctor?â she asked incredulously.
He shrugged sheepishly. âAfraid so. Over the past few months Iâve been transferring my practice to another physician whoâs moved into the area, Dr. Susan Kowalski. Now I have time to supervise the work on the Lazy S myself. WhatI really need is someone I can trust to organize the paperwork and do the bookkeeping.â
Adam pointed to the computer on a stand near his desk. âThat thing and I donât get along. I canât pay much,â Adam admitted, âbut the job includes room and board.â 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 Hawkâs Way, and what she didnât know about bookkeeping hadnât been discovered. But it was the kind of work she liked least of everything sheâd done at Hawkâs Way. Still, a job was a job. And this was the best offer she had gotten.
âAll right. I accept.â
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 damn long since heâd 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 wouldnât give her oneâand couldnât give her the other.
Tate was astonished by the jolt she received simply from the clasp of Adamâs hand. She looked up into his blue eyes and saw a flash of desire quickly banked. She jerked her hand away, said, âIâm sure weâre both going to enjoy this relationship,â thenflushed at the more intimate interpretation that could be put on her words.
Adamâs 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 didnât 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 hell 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 .
âWhere do I bunk in?â Tate asked.
Adam dragged his Stetson off and ruffled his blond hair where the sweat had matted it down. He hadnât thought about where he would put her. His previous foreman had occupied a separate room at one end of the bunkhouse. That obviously wouldnât do for Tate.
âI suppose youâll have to stay here in the house,â he said. âThereâs a guest bedroom in the other wing. Come along and Iâll show you where it is.â
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