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ОглавлениеJEANNETTE OUTLINED THE CASE, which involved a contract for the sale of a registered Thoroughbred foal. Even though he’d never dealt with the intricacies of Thoroughbred racing, he knew contract law. He grasped the essentials fairly quickly and they debated the merits of the case all the way to Jackson.
He’d thought his interest in contract law was dead. Maybe not. The lively discussion with Jeannette was more fun than it should have been if he’d abandoned his profession. In his heart he knew he hadn’t totally given up on practicing law.
But his job at the Last Chance satisfied something basic in his nature. He loved working with the horses, repairing things around the ranch, even shoveling shit. The idea of going back to a desk job didn’t appeal to him at all.
Before they’d reached the outskirts of Jackson, Jeannette had texted several suggestions to her assistant, Erin, and had received an enthusiastic response. Jeannette laughed and turned to Zach. “She wants to know if I’ve stumbled upon a hidden law library up in the hinterlands.”
He couldn’t pretend that wasn’t gratifying. “Just tell her you met a burned-out lawyer who still has a few tricks up his sleeve. Maybe none of them will pan out, either. You have a complicated deal there.”
Jeannette sent the message and got back an instant reply. “She says I should lasso you and bring you back to Virginia as...” She stopped.
“As what?” Luck was with him and he found a parking space on the square near the Western-wear store. He pulled into it.
“Never mind.”
“No fair.” He shut off the engine and turned to her. “What did she say?”
Even at this hour, the summer sky was bright, so her blush was easy to see. “As my, um, love slave.”
He laughed. “How did she come up with that? I thought we were talking about lawyerly things.”
“I might have said that I met a sexy burned-out lawyer.”
“Oh, yeah?” More and more, he regretted that she was leaving on Monday.
“You know you are, Zach. I mean, look at this truck. It oozes testosterone.”
“Well, that’s good. A manly truck was what I was going for. I just didn’t figure on the dust.” He surveyed the crowded square. “Which will it be, food or shopping?”
“Food. I’ll shop better on a full stomach. Besides, now that I know about your background, I have millions of questions about why you’re here and not there.”
“It’s simple.”
“I doubt it.”
He opened his door. “I promise you it is, but now that you know I have resources, will you let me buy dinner?”
“Absolutely not. If your suggestions work, then you saved my bacon on this case.”
“Don’t jump to any conclusions. I might have sent you and your assistant down the wrong bunny trail.”
“Or not. Assuming you set us on the right track, I owe you way more than a dinner.”
“Oh?” He couldn’t resist teasing her. After all, she was the one who’d called him sexy. “And what exactly did you have in mind that would repay that enormous debt?”
She met his gaze with a deadpan expression. “My eternal gratitude.”
“Damn. Guess I’m not quite sexy enough, even driving this big-ass truck.”
“Hold on.” Her green eyes danced with mischief. “You don’t know what my eternal gratitude might inspire me to do.”
Lust arrowed through him and centered in his crotch. He took a steadying breath. “Good point. Guess I’d better take your eternal gratitude for now and see how things work out. Let’s find some food.”
Twenty minutes later they were finally seated in a little Italian restaurant a block off the main square. It was the only place that didn’t have a two-hour wait. He should have anticipated that Jackson would be hopping on a Friday night in August, which was still officially tourist season. At least a table for two was easier to snag than if they’d had a larger party.
He ordered a bottle of Chianti and poured them each a full glass. They were on the far side of the square from the Western-wear store and the truck. By the time they ate, walked back around the square and shopped for her clothes, he’d be fine to drive.
Picking up his glass, he raised it in her direction. “Here’s to settling your case in your client’s favor.”
“I’ll drink to that.” She touched her glass to his and took a long swallow.
He watched her slender throat move, forgetting to drink his wine. All he could think about was pressing his mouth to that ivory skin and driving her wild with his kisses. She’d told her assistant he was sexy. He really wanted to prove that assumption.
“Zach? Are you okay?”
He snapped out of his sexual daze. “Great. Just great.”
“You haven’t touched your wine.”
“I was waiting for you.”
“Am I the taste tester? If I keel over, you’ll know not to drink it?”
“No, I... Ah, to hell with it. You’re beautiful, Jeannette. I’ve been trying to ignore that, but then you went and told your assistant that I’m sexy. That sort of changed the game for me.”
She put down her wine and gazed at him across the small table. “Okay, I’ll admit that you fascinate me, especially now that I know you had this whole other life before becoming a cowboy. What happened? Why did you give it up?”
“If I tell you that, I’m liable to lose some of my sexy quotient.”
That made her laugh. “I doubt it. Come on. We have time before our meal arrives, and I really want to know.”
He sighed. “Okay, might as well ruin my image sooner than later. I’d been dissatisfied for quite a while, although I wouldn’t admit it to myself. Couldn’t see myself walking away from all that money.”
“That’s understandable.”
“Nice try. But it’s not understandable when you figure I’d socked away enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life.”
Her eyes widened.
“Please don’t be impressed.”
“I’ll be impressed if I want to.”
“No, seriously, don’t be. You can make crazy money in Hollywood. But it’s a hectic life and your values can easily get skewed.”
“Sure, for the stars, but—”
“For anyone working in the business. I wasn’t morally bankrupt, at least not completely, but I was the contract lawyer for someone who was. He was a horse’s ass who never showed up at the set on time or else he’d be drunk, stoned or both. The studio finally fired him, but I got him the money, anyway. Millions. He sent me a case of Dom Pérignon and a pricey call girl.”
“Wow.”
“For the record, I kept the champagne but sent the call girl home.”
“You must be a damned good lawyer.”
“Used to be. Past tense.”
“That seems like a shame.” She picked up her wine and gazed at him over the rim of the glass. “All that education and experience, going to waste.”
“You’re not the first person to mention that.”
“I mean, sure, I can understand wanting to leave L.A. if you were burned out from that lifestyle, but you could set up shop somewhere else, especially if you have savings.”
“Just can’t get excited about doing that.”
“So you became a ranch hand, instead. Why?”
He sipped his wine as he thought how to answer without sounding starry-eyed. “I’ve been around Hollywood enough to know that the cowboy fantasy is a myth created by books and movies. But it’s a good myth, and it has some basis in fact.”
“Maybe it does.” Her green gaze became thoughtful. “Regan once said the guys he met at the Last Chance lived up to the image of what a cowboy should be—brave, honest, protective. I’m not surprised he’s happy to be part of that mystique. He’s all of those things.” Regret shone in her eyes. “He didn’t deserve—”
“Hey.” He leaned toward her. “He didn’t deserve ending up with the wrong person, either. Because of your actions, he didn’t. I propose a moratorium on guilt, at least for tonight.”
“Okay, but that goes for you, too. I hope you’re not still feeling guilty about the money you won for that actor.”
He thought about that. “I am, but you’re right. I need to lose the guilt. It’s over. Can’t do anything about it now.”
“Right.”
“Anyway, the reason I wanted to become a ranch hand is that cowboys are considered heroic, and I wanted to feel like that.” He shrugged. “Stupid, huh?”
She shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “Sweet.”
“Ugh. No man wants to be called sweet. The sweet guy is the best friend of the dude who gets the girl. Everybody who watches movies knows that.”
“That depends. Sometimes the sweet guy has a very good chance of gettin’ the girl.”
“He does?” Zach tried to read her expression to see if she was teasing him or not. The light had faded outside and the restaurant was lit by little candles that cast shadows everywhere.
“I’d say so.” She drained her wineglass and put it down carefully on the table. “I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, but bein’ with you is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time.”
“Then I’m glad I suggested this.”
“Life’s not so fun when you don’t like yourself very much. Sometimes I don’t know if people really are disapproving of me or if I’m projecting my own feelings onto them. But I’ve never sensed disapproval from you.”
“Like I said, it’s not my place to judge.”
“Yes, but not judging is a neutral position. You go beyond that to offer support to the person with difficulties—namely, me.”
“Maybe because I know what it’s like to live with regrets, especially for those of us who expect a lot of ourselves.”
She took a deep breath. “It sucks.”
“Yeah.”
She regarded him silently for a moment. “I’ve only known you for a little while, but I think we have a lot in common. The lawyer thing took me by surprise, but now it makes even more sense that we click.”
“Yeah.” He grimaced. “Rotten timing for two people to click.”
“Tell me about it.”
He looked into her eyes, and his breath caught as he recognized longing...and heat. Oh, yeah, lust simmered just beneath the surface, and he responded, despite himself. A wise man would look away, pick up his wineglass, change the topic.
But he’d been a fool for less important things. His heart pumped faster. “Or maybe it’s the perfect time.” He reached across the table and took her hand. She sucked in a breath. Clasping her hand between both of his, he massaged her soft skin. “If you could have anything you wanted right now, what would it be?”
“Oh, Zach. Don’t ask me that.”
“I am asking. Tell me.”
She took a shaky breath. “I would love...a break from all of this drama...with someone who’s not a part of it.”
“Like me.” His body warmed, tightened.
“Yes, but—”
“I can do that. Let me give you that tonight.”
Her eyes glowed with excitement for a brief second, and then she closed them and shook her head. “I don’t want to make another mistake.”
“How can it be a mistake? You’re free. I’m free. No one ever has to know.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“This is between you and me.” He tightened his grip on her hand. “It’s our business. Nobody else’s. I’m a lawyer. I understand confidentiality.”
Her smile trembled. “I’m sure you do.” She sounded breathless.
“Just say yes and leave the rest to me.”
“I’m so tempted....”
“Let yourself be tempted. Let yourself go.”
She stared at him for a long time as a blush crept over her cheeks. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Now he was starting to shake. “Are you still hungry?”
“No.” She swallowed. “To be honest, I haven’t wanted a man this much in...I don’t know how long.”
“Then let’s get—” Belatedly he remembered the original reason for this trip. “Wait. You still need those clothes.”
“I’ll be a power shopper.”
“Sounds good. Let’s head out.” He reluctantly let go of her hand and signaled for the waitress.
She hurried over. “Your order should be ready any minute. We’re a little backed up in the kitchen.”
“Actually, we’re going to have to leave.”
“I can have it packaged to go, then.”
“Fine.” He hadn’t figured out the details of the evening yet, so maybe that would work.
“Just give me a few more minutes.” The waitress left.
Jeannette scooted back her chair. “I have an idea. You wait for our dinner and the check and I’ll head on over to the Western-wear store you pointed out. No need to bore you with the shopping.”
He couldn’t imagine being bored as long as she was around. But she was right about conserving time. “All right.”
She reached for her purse. “Dinner’s still on me, so I’ll just—”
“You will not leave money for the bill.”
She paused in the middle of digging for her wallet and gave him a tiny smile. “Okay, I won’t. And FYI, your take-charge attitude is very sexy.”
Lust slammed into him so hard it was a wonder he didn’t gasp out loud. Getting through the shopping would be tough, but if they didn’t handle that now, they never would.
“Meet you at the store.”
“See you then.” The minute she walked away from the table he pulled out his phone. He’d made the transition from mover and shaker to good ol’ boy, but that didn’t mean he’d forgotten how a mover and shaker handled situations like this. If Jeannette liked his take-charge attitude, she was gonna love the idea he’d just come up with.
Because of the number of tourists in town, he had to make several calls, but within ten minutes he’d booked a luxury suite at one of Jackson’s finest hotels. He hadn’t experienced that brand of pampering since leaving L.A. and he hadn’t missed it at all. But then, he hadn’t entertained a woman since then, either.
When the waitress arrived with their takeout order, he paid for the meal they wouldn’t be eating and returned the bag with his apologies. He gave her an extra large tip and hoped she’d find a home for that food. He wasn’t going to haul doggie bags into a five-star hotel with excellent room service.
By the time he left the restaurant and started toward the clothing store, he was feeling in control of the proceedings. A gorgeous woman had agreed to spend the night with him and that was reason to celebrate.
Oh, hell. He stepped to the edge of the sidewalk so he wouldn’t block traffic and pulled out his phone again, doing a quick web search. Fortunately there was a drugstore a couple of blocks away. He made the journey in record time and tossed the small bag into the truck before heading back toward the Western-wear store.
Jeannette was checking out when he walked in. She glanced up. “Hi. I was beginning to think I’d lost you.”
“Not a chance.”
She handed her credit card to the clerk. “What took so long?”
“I’ll tell you on the way.” He joined her at the checkout counter. “Find everything?” Looked like it, judging from two large bags sitting there.
“I did.”
“Boots?”
“Yep.”
“Hat?”
“I love my hat. It’s white straw. I think you’ll like it.” She signed the credit-card slip and tucked the receipt in the bag. “Ready?”
“More than you know.” He was on fire for her. “I’ll take those bags.”
“Thank you.” She hesitated. “So now...”
“You said you liked my take-charge attitude.”
“I do.”
“So I’ve taken charge.”
