Moyra Tarling - Denim and Diamond

“Well, I…” she began, her thoughts in chaos as she tried to frame a polite refusal. She met Kyle’s steady gaze and knew by the resigned look in his gray eyes that he was expecting her to brush him off. “I’d be happy to help out, on a temporary basis, of course.” With some satisfaction, Piper noted the flicker of surprise that danced across Kyle’s handsome features.

It was Kyle’s turn to stutter. “Uh…well, thanks, but I couldn’t impose. Besides, I really need someone with accounting experience.”

“Piper’s your gal,” Spencer assured him. “She and a friend are partners in a small photo studio in London. Piper knows all about bookkeeping. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, I do,” Piper replied.

“Really,” Kyle commented, though he didn’t sound in the least impressed. “I appreciate the offer, but I—”

“I thought you said you’d be glad to have someone to help. Besides, you’d be doing me a favor,” Piper said, annoyed that he’d been about to turn her down. She flashed what she hoped was a winning smile. “The baby isn’t due for another eight weeks, and as Spencer said, I could use the distraction,” she added suddenly realizing it was true.

“I…well…” Kyle ground to a halt, and Piper almost laughed out loud at his expression.

Spencer slapped his friend on the back. “I’ll leave you two to sort out the details. I have to get back to the stables. See you next week,” he added, before heading off.

“So, when would you like me to start?” Piper asked sweetly, knowing by the tightening of his jaw that Kyle wasn’t exactly pleased with the way things had turned out.

“Are you sure your husband will approve of you taking on a job, especially this late in your pregnancy?”

At his cutting words Piper drew a sharp breath. She knew she’d annoyed him, and that was the reason for his gibe, but the knowledge did little to diminish the pain and sadness washing over her.

“There is no husband to approve or disapprove. The baby’s father is dead,” she announced in a voice that wavered slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his tone contrite.

“So, when would you like me to start?” she asked in a challenging tone.

“The clinic is open every weekday from nine to noon.”

“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at eight-thirty.” Turning away she climbed the stairs to the veranda.

It was eight-fifteen the next morning when Piper pulled into the parking lot alongside the two-story building that housed the veterinary clinic, two blocks west of Kincade’s Main Street.

She sat for a moment in the station wagon she’d borrowed from her brother, remembering the time she was twelve when she’d found an injured cat on the road as she walked home from school. She’d picked up the bleeding animal and carefully carried it all the way back to town.

Although the clinic had been closed, Henry Bishop had answered her frantic knock and immediately ushered her inside. After treating the injured animal, he’d praised her quick action. She’d burst into tears, and he’d comforted her, before calling her parents to tell them where she was and why she was late.

Somehow Piper had trouble seeing Kyle Masters in the role of comforter, but that was probably because he had been neither kind nor understanding the night she’d made a complete and total fool of herself trying to seduce him.

Piper pushed the embarrassing memory aside. She wasn’t sure now why she’d agreed to help the man who’d humiliated her years ago. Maybe she just wanted to prove to herself and to him, that he no longer had the power to affect her.

With a sigh she climbed from the station wagon and made her way across the parking lot. As she rounded the corner of the building, two dogs, a Doberman pinscher and a Jack Russell terrier, came racing to greet her, their tails wagging.

She noted with some surprise that the Jack Russell terrier was missing a hind leg, but that didn’t stop him from reaching her first.

She smiled. “Well, hello there, you two.”

“Mutt! Jeff! Come!” The authoritative voice belonged to Kyle. As he stood in the open doorway, his jet-black hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the morning sun. He wore a white lab jacket atop his T-shirt and jeans, adding just the right air of professionalism to his appearance.

Piper ignored the leap her pulse took as she walked the short distance to the door. The dogs disappeared inside.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Piper replied. “Mutt and Jeff. Surely you could have been a bit more creative?”

“That was the best I could come up with at the time,” he replied, a hint of a smile on his face. “You’re early.”

“If it’s a problem I can leave and come back,” Piper quipped.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked abruptly, his gray gaze locking on hers.

Her heart skipped a beat, just as it had years ago each time she’d set eyes on him. “Yes, I’m sure.” She needed the distraction, needed to occupy her mind with something other than the problems facing her.

Tension, like a living, breathing thing, arched between them. Kyle was the first to look away.

“You’d better come in then,” he said. “I’ll give you the quick tour.”

Piper slowly released the breath she’d been holding. She moved past Kyle careful not to brush against him, not an easy task when at seven months pregnant she already felt awkward and cumbersome.

“The waiting area is down the hall on the right, and there are two consulting rooms on your left,” he said.

“The clinic looks different than I remember.” Piper opened the door to one of the consulting rooms and peeked inside where she saw a chair, a stainless steel examination table and a shelf with an assortment of instruments.

“You’ve been here before?”

“It was quite a few years ago.” Piper withdrew from the examination room and bumped into him. “Sorry!” A shiver of sensation danced across her nerve endings when his arms instinctively came around her in what was nothing more than a protective gesture.

“No problem.” Kyle quickly released her. “The waiting room and reception desk are through here.”

“When did your receptionist leave?” Piper asked as she followed him through the doorway.

“A month ago,” he replied. “She left a message on the answering machine saying she was leaving town. No reason, no explanation.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You weren’t joking when you said you’d fallen behind with your paperwork,” Piper commented, nodding at the growing pile of mail and files on the desk.

“You got that right.” Kyle flashed her a grin that sent her pulse skittering. “I started going through it. Paid a few bills, but I didn’t get very far, what with the interruptions. I haven’t had time to tackle it again.”

“I’d better get started,” Piper said, picking up a handful of unopened mail.

“Thanks, I really appreciate this.”

“No problem,” Piper replied, warmed by the sincerity she could hear in his voice.

“Keep track of your hours,” he told her. “And put yourself on the payroll.”

Piper opened her mouth to tell him she neither wanted nor needed his money but closed it again when she saw the glint of determination in the depths of his eyes.

“Fine,” she said.

“Daddy!” The sudden cry startled Piper, and she turned to see a golden-haired little girl dressed in bright-red pants and a white shirt, followed by the two dogs, come running toward them.

Kyle bent to scoop his daughter into his arms, and Piper felt her heart jolt against her rib cage as a look of adoration and love softened his handsome features.

“Hello, squirt…what are you doing down here? Where’s Nana?”