Sherryl Woods - Suddenly, Annie's Father

Val regarded him with impatience. “Oh, for goodness sakes, how hard can it be for the two of you to put your heads together and come up with a standard barbecue menu? Steaks, burgers, potato salad, coleslaw, baked beans, dessert. How complicated is that?”

He grinned despite himself. If there was one thing he’d learned about Val Harding, it was that she was frighteningly efficient. “Sounds to me like you’ve got it all worked out. We’ll go with that.”

She looked as if she might argue, but she nodded instead. “Okay, then. You set the date with Harlan, and then the three of us will go shopping. We’ll make a day of it.”

He sighed, thinking of the number of Adamses involved and the likely expense. He had money in the bank from his rodeo days—at least what was left after Suzanne had taken a healthy share of his winnings. He’d been stashing away most of his salary to buy his own ranch sometime down the road. He intended to buy the best horses in Texas, then breed and train them. This little party clearly would put a serious crimp in that plan. The kind of blowout Val was describing cost big bucks. For something that lasted a few hours, it seemed like a waste of good money.

“Maybe we should think about hot dogs, instead. And kids like chips. Maybe some homemade ice cream.” His enthusiasm mounted. “Yeah, that would work.”

One look at Val’s expression killed the idea.

“No way, Sutton. When it comes to entertaining, I believe in going all out. Bring your wallet. I only buy the best.”

“I was afraid of that,” he said resignedly.

“Don’t look so terrified. It’ll only hurt for a little while.” She winked. “And if you play your cards right, I’ll kiss you and make it better.”

Now there was a prospect that could take a man’s mind off the agony of having his budget blown to smithereens. Unfortunately, it also conjured up images that made mincemeat out of all that restraint he’d been working so hard to hang on to.

“Maybe I should just write you a blank check and let you go for it,” he suggested hopefully.

She gave him an amused, knowing look. “The prospect of spending the day in town with me doesn’t scare you, does it?”

“Falling off the back of a two-thousand-pound, mean-spirited bull scares me. Getting trampled by a bucking bronc gives me pause. You...” he gave her a pointed look “...you’re just a pesky little annoyance.”

For an instant he thought he caught a flash of hurt in her eyes and regretted that he’d been the cause of it. He ignored the temptation to apologize, though. If he could get her to write him off as a jerk, maybe he’d finally get some peace.

Of course, then he’d also be all on his own with Annie. That was more terrifying than the bull, the bronc and Val all rolled into one.

“Sorry,” he muttered halfheartedly.

“For what?” she said, her eyes shining a little too brightly. “Being honest? No one can fault you for that.”

“Still, I should have kept my mouth shut. You’ve been good to my daughter. I owe you.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong. Around here people look out for one another, no thanks necessary.”

“And where I come from, you don’t lash out at someone who’s done you a kindness.”

A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Are we going to argue about this, too?”

Slade shrugged. He figured arguing was a whole lot safer than the kissing he was seriously tempted to do. “More than likely.”

“Maybe we could call a truce,” she suggested. “For Annie’s sake.”

“Won’t work,” he said succinctly.

“Why on earth not?”

“Well, now, the way I see it, you and I are destined to butt heads.”

“Because that’s the way you want it,” she accused.

Slade grinned. “No, because you’re a woman and I’m a man. Simple as that.”

“Tell me something I didn’t know. Why does that mean we have to fight?”

“Human nature.”

“Sweetheart, if that were human nature, the population would dwindle down to nothing.”

He gazed directly into her eyes, then quaked inside at the impact of that. Still, he managed to keep his voice steady. “Now, you see, sweetheart , that’s where God steps in. He set it up so all that commotion would be counterbalanced by making up. Bingo, you’ve got babies.”

Val listened to him, her eyes sparkling with growing amusement. When he’d finished, she grinned at him. “Seems to me like you’ve just given me something to look forward to, cowboy. Let me know anytime you’re ready to start making up.”

She turned then and sashayed off, leaving Slade to stare after her in openmouthed astonishment. Just when he thought he finally had her on the ropes, dadgumit, she won another round.

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