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    “Have a seat. Jamie, go out back and tell Tommy we have…” David hesitated, “…a guest.”
    Jamie shot off, yelling at the top of his voice.
    “He's a fine boy, Lindsay.”
    “Yes, thanks to Tommy. I didn't have much to do with his upbringing, spent a lot of time away from home.”
    “Tommy won't take his belt to the boy will he? I mean, he probably didn't mean to wander off.”
    “No, Tommy won't take a belt to him.”
    Adam felt a twinge of annoyance when David Lindsay grinned. What was wrong with the man? “Look here, Lindsay, I'd like to buy you out. This place isn't necessary to you. I'd give you a fair price. You could go back to England or buy another more suitable property.”
    “Save your breath, we are not selling, Mr. Munro,” interrupted a feminine voice.
    He swiveled his head and was confronted by a slim young woman with blazing blue eyes and the same fair hair as the other two. A sudden surge of sizzling heat singed every nerve ending. He clamped his lips together to stop a gasp of admiration. Belatedly, he scrambled to his feet.
    “I…I don't think I've had the pleasure,” was the best he could come up with.
    “Tommy, I'm hungry,” Jamie said.
    The words slammed into his stomach with the ferocity of a rogue bull. “You're Tommy?”
    “Yes, Munro, this is Tommy. Do you still think she might take a belt to the young fellow?” Amusement lurked in David Lindsay's voice now.
    “What kind of name is Tommy for a woman?” He fought to recover his wits. “I assumed she was a man.”
    “Thomasina Victoria Lindsay.”
    Her exaggerated curtsy set his teeth on edge, or he told himself it did. He was still standing and she barely reached his shoulder, could not be more than five feet two inches tall. A good puff of wind would blow her over.
    Her milky white skin had the smoothness of fine porcelain. What would it be like to feel her soft whiteness pressed up against his body? He prayed for a tornado to scoop her up and blow her back to England.
    “Miss Lindsay, won't you consider selling this place to me?” He fought to control the tenor of his voice and school his features, so none of his inner turmoil would show. No woman had ever affected him like this one. She scared the hell out of him.
    “You've got forty thousand acres, isn't that enough?
    “This place is right in the middle of my property.” He struggled to keep his temper in check. “You have a creek running through here and a water hole I need for my stock. This is your last chance. Sell to me now, or I'll see you bankrupt.”
    “Try it.” Her heart beat a mad tattoo against her rib cage. What a splendid specimen of manhood. Steel gray eyes, sternly chiseled features and dark wavy hair, with just a few threads of silver running through it.
    He was clean-shaven except for neatly trimmed side-whiskers. He wore brown moleskin trousers tucked into black knee boots. With a white shirt opened to show one or two inches of tanned chest and curling dark body hair, Tommy inwardly raged at the shocking impact he had on her.
    “We'll fight you every inch of the way.” She took up a threatening stance, hoping he didn’t notice the tremor in her voice.
    “Right.” He bared his lips in a snarl. “You want war, so be it.” Without another word he swung on his heel and strode across the room.
    “Mr. Munro, wait, Tommy made a currant cake.”
    He hesitated at the child's cry. “Goodbye, boy.” The outside door closed behind him with a thud.
    “You made him angry.” Jamie's eyes filled with tears.
    “I'm sorry.” She knelt down to put her arms around his trembling shoulders. “We can still have some cake.”
    He nodded his head. Scrubbing the tears away with his fingertips, he trotted towards the table.
    David grimaced. “You certainly made an impression on Munro; he thought you were a man. Should have seen his face. His jaw must have dropped about a foot when he saw you.”
    “It's not funny. I've never seen a man so angry.