Читать книгу Rancher to the Rescue - Jennifer Faye - Страница 9

MEGHAN SHOT UPRIGHT in bed. Something had startled her out of sleep. Her heart pounded in her chest. She shoved the flyaway strands back from her face and looked around. Where was she? Her gaze skimmed over the unfamiliar surroundings.

A knock sounded at the door. “Meg, it’s dinnertime. Gram’s expecting us.”

The male voice was familiar. Cash. Flashes of the day’s events came rushing back to her.

The wedding that would never be.

The narrow escape from the press.

Being sick on the side of the road.

And, lastly, her ride home with Cash and his grandmother.

Thanks to him she was safe. Her breath settled as the beating of her heart eased to a steady rhythm.

An insistent pounding on the door ensued. “Meg? Are you okay? If you don’t answer me I’m coming in.”

She glanced down at her scant bra and white lace panties. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I fell asleep.” She leaned over and grabbed the quilt she’d turned down earlier. With it snug over her shoulders, she was prepared in case Cash charged into the room.

“It’s getting late.” His deep voice rumbled through the door. “We should get moving.”

Her bedraggled wedding dress lay in a heap on the floor. She never wanted to put that dress back on, but she couldn’t go around wrapped in this quilt either, no matter how pretty she found the mosaic of pastel colors.

She worried at her bottom lip. Her gaze slipped to the window, where the sinking sun’s rays glimmered. “But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I left a few things on the cedar chest.”

Relief eased the tension in her body. “Thanks. Give me five minutes to get changed.”

She waited for his retreating footsteps before scrambling out from beneath the quilt. She couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep for—what? The whole afternoon? For the past couple of weeks if she hadn’t been sick, she’d been tired. she wondered if it was the stress of the wedding or the baby. She pressed her hand protectively to her abdomen.

She rushed into the bathroom to wash up. When she’d finished, she stared in the mirror at her fresh-faced reflection. She had a rule about never going in public without her make-up—but that was before her life ran straight off the rails. The time had come to rethink some of those rules.

Back in the bedroom, she found the clothes where Cash had said he’d left them. Her face warmed as it dawned on her that he would have had to enter the bedroom—while she was sprawled across the bed in the lingerie she’d planned to wear on her wedding night.

The thought of the sexy giant checking her out sent a tingle of excitement zinging through her chest. A part of her wondered what he had been thinking when he realized she’d stripped down to her skivvies before sleep claimed her. Yet in the very next second a blaze of embarrassment rushed up from her chest and singed the roots of her hair—he’d seen her practically naked. Could this day get any worse?

She gave herself a mental shake and gathered the borrowed clothes. His earthy scent clung to the shirt. Her mind conjured up thoughts of the tall, muscular cowboy. If circumstances were different—if her plans were different—she wouldn’t mind moving in for an up close and personal whiff of the man.

As quickly as the notion occurred to her she dismissed it. She didn’t have room in her messed-up life to entertain thoughts about men. Right now she should be concentrating on more important matters, like trying to figure out her future. She had to make careful plans for the little baby growing inside her.

Not wanting to keep Cash waiting longer than necessary, she slipped on the clothes. Though the shorts and T-shirt were about five sizes too big for her, they were at least clean, and much cooler than the tattered dress she’d attempted to shove in the wastebasket.

In the bathroom, she gave her appearance a quick once-over, knowing there was no way she could make herself look good—presentable would have to do. She rushed to the top of the stairs and glanced down to where Cash was pacing in the foyer. His handsome face was creased as though he were deep in thought—probably about how soon she’d be gone from his life.

Her empty stomach rumbled. After only some juice and toast early that morning, her body was running on empty. She started down the steps.

Cash stopped and turned but didn’t speak. She paused on the bottom step as his intense perusal of her outfit made her stomach flutter. Was he remembering what he’d seen upstairs when she’d been sleeping? For a moment she wondered if he’d liked the view.

She forced a tentative smile. “Ready to eat?”

He didn’t return her friendly gesture. In fact, his face lacked any visible emotion. “I’ve been ready.”

“Do you always eat at your grandmother’s?”

He shifted his weight. “With it just being me here, and Gram all alone, I like to keep tabs on her. Sharing meals allows me to make sure she’s okay without it seeming like I’m checking up on her. Speaking of which, we’d best get a move on.”

Meghan glanced down and wiggled her freshly manicured, pink-painted toes. “I don’t have any shoes.”

He sighed. “Wait here. I think I have something that’ll work.”

She couldn’t imagine what he’d have that would fit her size seven feet. A glance at his impressive cowboy boots confirmed her feet would be lost in anything he wore.

When Cash returned from the kitchen he was toting a couple of large bags. He stopped in front of her and dropped them at her feet. “Take a look in those.”

Confused, she peeked inside, finding both bags full of clothes of varying colors. “I don’t understand. Where did these come from?”

“This afternoon Gram needed some stuff in town. So while you were napping I drove her. We picked up some essentials. Whatever doesn’t fit can be returned or exchanged.”

Her mouth gaped. She wasn’t used to such generosity. Harold had always been a stickler for keeping their expenses separate. At first she’d found it strange, but she didn’t mind paying her own way. In fact she’d soon learned she liked being self-reliant and the freedom that came with it.

“But I can’t accept these,” she protested.

Cash frowned. “Why not?”

“I don’t have any money to pay you back…at least not on me.”

“It’s okay. I can afford it.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just you hardly know me and you’ve already opened your home up to me. I can’t have you buying me clothes too.”

His brow arched. “Are you sure that’s the only reason? After all, they aren’t designer fashions.”

“I’m not a snob. Just because I’m on television doesn’t mean I’m uppity—”

“Fine.” He held up his palms to stop her litany. “Consider this a loan. You can pay me back when you get home.”

The idea appealed to her. She really didn’t have too many options. “It’s a deal.”

She bent down and dug through the bag until her fingers wrapped around a pair of bubblegum-colored flip-flops. A little big for her, but it didn’t matter. They fit well enough and they’d be cool in this heat. Double win.

Outside, he held open the truck door for her. She really wanted to walk and enjoy the fresh air and scenery but, recalling they were running late, she didn’t mention it. Suddenly her plans to flee this ranch as soon as possible didn’t seem quite so urgent. This little bit of heaven was like a soothing balm on her frazzled nerves. In fact Cash was making her feel right at home.

The bumps on the way to his grandmother’s house didn’t bother her so much this time, and thankfully it didn’t kick up her nausea. She was feeling better after that nap. Amazing how sleep could make a new person out of you.

Cash pulled to a stop and turned to her. “Before you go inside, I know you’re a fancy cook and all, but my grandmother is a simple woman with simple tastes. She’s proud of her abilities. Don’t make her feel bad if her food isn’t up to your TV standards.”

It hurt that he’d immediately assumed she’d be snooty about dinner. She might be on TV, but she loved home-cooking the same as the next guy.

Heck, if Cash knew she was pregnant and the father had dumped her on her keester, he probably wouldn’t worry so much. However, she had no intention of telling him her little secret. He’d already witnessed her at her lowest point—she wasn’t about to confirm that her entire life was completely out of control.

“I’d never say or do anything to upset your grandmother. I’m very grateful for her kindness.”

“You swear?”

She blinked. He didn’t trust her? “I promise.”

He eyed her, as if to discern if she were on the level. Apparently she passed his test because he climbed out of the truck and she met him on the sidewalk.

The fact he didn’t trust her without even giving her a chance bothered her. Why did he seem so wary of her? Because she was on television? What did he have against TV personalities? Or was it something else?

She most likely wouldn’t be here long enough to figure it out. After she’d had something to eat she’d think up her next move. Yet it made her cringe to think of facing her mother and telling her that she was pregnant and the father didn’t want her or the baby.

Cash trailed Meg into his grandmother’s house. Even the sweet sashay of her rounded backside wasn’t enough to loosen the unease in his chest. In fact it made the discomfort worse.

His mind filled with visions of her bare limbs sprawled across the bed while her assets were barely covered with the sheerest material. It’d taken every bit of willpower to quietly back out of the room and shut the door. No woman had a right to look that tantalizing without even trying.

He couldn’t believe he was letting her get to him. He thought he’d become immune to feminine charms. Take them or leave them had been his motto. And the way this little redhead could distract him with her shapely curves and heart-stopping smile were sure signs he should leave her alone.

“Remember what we talked about,” he said.

“I’m not a child. You don’t have to keep reminding me—like I’d ever be so rude.”

“Good.”

He followed her up the steps to the porch. He wanted to believe Meg, but he’d been lied to by his straight-faced ex-girlfriend. In his experience, when women wanted something badly enough they could be sneaky and deceptive. Now he preferred to err on the side of caution.