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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 2, 1991
That was a joke, too, because in all her twenty years, she'd never had a beer. White wine, yes. Even a pina colada down in Jamaica. But never a beer.
She was living with a mercenary, social-climbing relative who was doing his best to sell her to a rich friend with eyes that made her skin crawl.
He was tall. Very tall. Lean and muscular and quite well-known locally. His temper, in fact, was as legendary as the big fists now curled with deceptive laxness at his sides as he walked.
“I’m Fay," she told him. She forced a smile. "And you...?""Most people just call me Donavan."
"His father's marriage soured him on women. He's been something of a playboy in past years, but he's settled somewhat since he's been managing the Mesa Blanco companies.
She'd had hopes that Donavan might have felt something for her, but he'd dashed those very efficiently.
"I told you yesterday," Donavan said at her shoulder, "that I don't like being chased. Didn't you listen?
I don't like bored little rich girls, so stop following me around. Got that?"
"Again?" J. D. Langley asked with a vicious scowl. "My God, do you have radar?"
He had no use for her at all, and he'd made sure she knew it. Their one evening together had sent him tearing away in the opposite direction.
She only hoped their newest employee wasn't going to be badly hurt. Everyone locally knew that J. D. Langley wasn't a marrying man.
"My father disgraced himself to marry money, to keep the ranch for me and my children, if I ever have any. Ironic, that I've never married and never want to, because of him."
She wasn't beautiful, but she was elegant and well-mannered, and she had a big heart.
"Stud cattle, not beef cattle." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" she teased.
gardenia scent of her skin.
"You taste of gardenias," he breathed urgently. "Soft and sweet...Fay...!"
"I'm not sure I've ever made love to a virgin in my life. It was fascinating. You just go right in headfirst, don't you? There's not even a sense of self-preservation in you."
"I want Jeff. If I'm married I have a good chance of getting him. But you and I could give each other a lot, too. If you're willing, we'll start spending time together and see where it leads."
"I think he's got some suspicions that her Uncle Henry isn't telling her everything. I have some of my own," he added. "I wonder if Fay has anything left to inherit."
He didn't really care about me. If he wanted me at all it was because he had a better chance of keeping Jeff if I was around. I'm not stupid. I know he doesn't love me."
She did, first thing Monday morning, although the minor surgery was a little embarrassing.
The doctor was pleased at Donavan' s care, because, he added, it would have been an unpleasant experience for both of them if her new husband had been impatient.
"I only married you to get Jeff. Maybe I wanted you, too," he added when she looked at him. "But bodies come cheap, honey. I've never gone hungry."
She didn't care what he did or said anymore, she told herself. He'd hurt her for the very last time.
Even if he wanted her for keeps, which he didn't. He had one scandal to live down. He couldn't take another.
