What do you think?
Rate this book


184 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
Gilbert, the eldest at thirty-two, had been widowed three years ago. He had two young daughters, Bess, who was five, and Jenny, who was four.
John had never married. He was a rodeo champion and did most of the traveling that accompanied showing the ranch’s prize winning pedigree black Angus bulls.
She had a rather ordinary oval face and a small, rounded chin, and she wore contact lenses. She wasn’t at all pretty. She had a nice figure, but she was shy and didn’t make the most of it.
He averted his eyes. “You have some odd character references,” he said after a minute, frowning at them. “A Catholic priest, a nun, a Texas Ranger and a self-made millionaire with alleged mob ties.”
He seethed. “In case you didn’t get the message the first time, Kasie, I am not in the market for a wife or a mother for my daughters.”
‘I’m only twenty-two, Mr. Callister,” she added. “And I don’t have any interest in a man almost old enough to be my father, with a ready-made family to boot!”
Gil’s secretary, Pauline Raines, conveniently sprained her thumb and couldn’t type.
She didn’t like Pauline any more than Gil’s daughters did. The woman was lazy and seductive, and always hanging on Gil like a tie.
Pauline spent her time by the pool when Gil wasn’t watching.
“My wife was like that.” He smiled. “She said that lies were a waste of time, since they got found out anyway.” His eyes were far away.
“We were in grammar school together. We always knew that we’d marry one day.”
The problem was, every single task he undertook was accompanied by a ton of paperwork. And his part-time secretary, Pauline Raines, was the most disorganized human being Kasie had ever encountered.
“Pauline hurt her thumb,” she said miserably. “I get to do her work, too, except that she never put any of the records into the computer. It’s got to be done. I don’t see how your brother ever found anything in here!”
“Pauline brought it to me and said you wanted it converted to disk,” she replied flatly.
“I thought I’d made it perfectly clear that I didn’t want you around them.”
“Stop right there, while you still have a job,” he interrupted, and his eyes made threats. “Nobody tells me how to raise my kids. Especially not some frumpy little backwoods secretary!”
He hadn’t had tenderness in his life since Darlene’s untimely death.
“It’s all right. I’ll really try hard to stay away from the girls. Once Pauline learns how to input the computer files, you won’t even have to see me.”
He was still grieving, in a way, for Darlene, whom he’d loved since grammar school.
Kasie wondered how he’d managed not to notice the work Pauline didn’t do.
If Pauline started expecting Kasie to do her job for her, she was in for a surprise.
Kasie wished that she was beautiful like Pauline. She looked the very image of an efficient secretary. Kasie had great typing speed, dictation skills and organizational expertise, but she was only ordinary-looking.
John had some secret woman in his past, and now he didn’t get serious about anyone.
She tried to picture Gil married to Pauline and it wounded her. Pauline was shallow and selfish.
She felt him stiffen, hesitate, catch his breath. Then his mouth became rough and demanding, and he dragged her across his legs, folding her close while he kissed her until her mouth was swollen and tender.
“I don’t need this job, didn’t anyone tell you?” the older woman asked. “I’m wealthy. I only do it to be near Gil. It gives us more time together, while we’re seeing how compatible we are. Which reminds me, don’t think you’re onto a cushy job looking after those children,” she added haughtily. “Gil and I are going to be looking for a boarding school very soon.”
“Pauline called me on the cell phone a few minutes ago. She said you’re making it impossible for her to do her job,” he replied finally.
He held up a hand. “I know Pauline,” he told her. “I’ve known her most of my life. She doesn’t tell lies.”
“Pauline wants to go down to Nassau for a few days with the girls. I want you to come with us,” he said abruptly.
“And stop letting me kiss you,” he added with faint arrogance. “I’ve already made it clear that there’s no future in it. I won’t marry again, not even to provide the girls with a grown-up playmate.”
Why had he kissed her again? she wondered dazedly.
“That’s Kasie’s job,” Gil said, and put a long arm around Pauline just to see the reaction it got from Kasie.
Kasie averted her eyes. Odd, how much it hurt to see Pauline snuggle close to Gil as if she were part of him.
Pauline said she’d been very adamant about sending the girls away to school, but that was hard to believe, watching her with them. She was tender with them, as Darlene had been.
She dressed like a repressed woman, but she never resisted anything physical that he did to her. He began to wonder if she was playing up to him with marriage in mind—or at least some financially beneficial liaison. He knew that she wasn’t wealthy. He was.
“You might as well, where I’m concerned,” he said pleasantly. “You’re easy on the eyes, Kasie, but in the dark, looks don’t matter much.”
He slid his hands into his pockets and studied her arrogantly from head to toe. “You’d need to be prettier,” he continued, “and with larger...assets,” he said with a deliberate study of her pert breasts. “I’m particular about my lovers these days. It takes a special woman.”
She wasn’t a loose woman. But it was a deliberate insult, and she wondered what she’d done to make him want to hurt her.
“And it doesn’t,” he agreed. “The fringe benefits don’t include the boss.” “Some fringe benefit,” she scoffed, regaining her composure. “A conceited, overbearing, arrogant rancher who thinks he’s on every woman’s Christmas list!”
Despite Pauline’s alluring gown and her spirited conversation, he had been morose all evening. Pauline had noticed, and knew the reason. She was, she told herself, going to get rid of the competition.
He wasn’t at all handsome, but his face was masculine and he had a mouth that she loved kissing.
“I said, you aren’t marrying John,” he repeated harshly. “You’re an employee here, and that’s all. I am not going to let my brother become your meal ticket!”
She actually gasped. “Of all the unfounded, unreasonable, outrageous things in the world to say to a woman, that really takes the cake!” she raged.
As the ceremony progressed, a tall, blond man in the front pew watched with narrowed, wistful eyes as his godchild married the eldest of the Callister heirs. Not bad, K.C. Kantor thought, for a girl who’d barely survived a military uprising even before she was born.